Friday, May 22, 2015

cornucopia

How you look at things makes a huge difference. Lohbado learned, after years of training at the Club Morono Tabernacle, how to find richness in the world of appearances. Wherever you go, there are interesting things to see and photograph. Even an empty room could be an interesting photo subject... if you give yourself permission to enjoy and explore. The problem is when one's mind is mediated by internalized messages which say: "Nah, this is boring. This is dumb... blah..." Don't listen to that kind of lower-consciousness chatter. Instead of tuning out, why not tune in and see the world as a sensual cornucopia?

Thursday, May 21, 2015

up against a dream wall

Lohbado in a dream woke up in a dusty, cluttered room. Voices asked him: "Who are you? Where are you? What are you doing?" Lohbado was unable to answer. He left the room, strolled into a public garden and sat by a granite pool surrounded by oak trees and relaxed.

"While inside, a lot of nonsense clogged up my mind. Under a clear sky, it's easier to let go. Tension melts from the body. Worry dissolves. There's no need to be anyone doing anything, other than to do whatever has to be done," said voices in the garden.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

drive carefully

Kangirsuk, Nunavik, 2008
A brand new pickup truck, a sense of excitement happened as one drove it for the first time. Eventually it wore out. In the vehicle graveyard somebody smashed the windshield and headlights. The wall of a shack, wood texture, each mark is a mini story. Lots of scratches and gouges in the wood. The paint fades and peels off in places. One eventually gets old, runs out of steam. Lohbado as he got older would take a nap after lunch. He couldn't do as much as he used to. No choice but to slow down. In slow motion, one notices more. Memories come and go. Lohbado looked at old photos.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Ryans is gone

August 3, 2014
May 7, 2015
May 18, 2015
Actually, I don't know what Ryans used to be, other than it was an empty red brick building with a chimney at the corner of St. Remi and Saint Jaques. This is a route for anyone riding a bike from Cote des Neiges down to the Lachine Canal and back. Last night the sidewalk of Saint Jaques was blocked. There didn't appear to be any other way to get up the hill, so Lohbado went through the barricade. The freeway is a huge barrier separating the Lachine Canal from the rest of the city. There are only a few ways to access the canal, without a motor vehicle.

Monday, May 18, 2015

learning to live alone

Lohbado bardo
A long weekend alone offers plenty of time to reflect. It's healthy to take a break from activity and to look at one's mind, to look in the mirror and try to see what's going on. To be alone involves giving up habits and opinions; just being alone with whatever is happening. Lohbado noticed a lot of confusion, how his mind invented hopes and fears. When alone, one imagines threats all over the place, even when there are no threats. One invents enemies and harmful forces when nothing of that sort is happening. It's amazing how much intensity the mind can create to torment itself.

Maybe Sartre should modify his statement about hell being other people. Hell is oneself tormenting oneself. Hell is mental projection, the stuff one invents without questioning, for example, one's opinions, expectations, resentments, frustration...

Saturday, May 16, 2015

bardo in spring



Bardo means, among other things, in-between state. The Tibetan Book of the Dead describes various bardo states which the psyche goes through during the process of dying. Bardo could also refer to any type of experience involving uncertainty. Lohbado sometimes experienced bardo as a sense of transparency. This occurred a few weeks ago when for some inexplicable reason he became violently ill, with vomiting and diarrhea at the same time. The visceral part lasted about an hour. Once his body rid itself of bodily substances, he felt hollow, or empty. It made him reflect on the nature of time as a flow from one instant to the next and on the digestive model of existence.

The present almost instantly slides into the past as new moments occur. There is a constant letting go or leaving behind of one moment while welcoming or entering into the next moment. In terms of digestion, one eats several times a day. Eating is a process of contact and transformation. Food from outside contacts the body, enters the digestive tract and is transformed into nutrients and waste. In terms of everyday life, one constantly acquires things and throws things out after they get old or break beyond repair. Bardo could be viewed as something positive, as it allows infinite space for imagination, creativity and exploration. In this sense, there's no need to impose limits, since reality is a wide open continuum.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Dr. Jane Wormsly in Europe

have a nice weekend... Here's a link to Swell Maps to enjoy while relaxing, some vintage punk...