Eckhart, The Two Bobs, and a Toast for New Year’s Eve

It’s almost dawn. I hear the wind, see the occasional flicker of headlights.


I’m still, no more is needed right now. But the rhythm of the day ahead will be whatever I choose to make it.

There’s time for Everything. And never enough time for Everything.



Elizabeth Gilbert went searching for Everything across Italy, India, and Indonesia. She siphoned her savings to downward dog in Bali.



I’m finding my enlightenment closer to home, listening to the intimate and hypnotic voice of Eckhart Tolle enthuse about inner peace and greater fulfillment in life.



It’s a Robert-Frosty morning, made for cultivating wonder, a brilliant jewel of a moment. Sun’s up and birds at the feeder look like they’ve got a game of five-card stud going.

All my dithering at the window is not a waste of time.  Far from it. The reflective Mr. Robert Zimmerman confirms this.


It’s not dark yet / But iiiit’s gettin’ there.

The best is not yet to come.  It’s Here. It’s Now. The Present Moment is all we’ve got.  So, go on, dither.


I plan to do just that.  This New Year’s Eve, toast along with me.

May it always be like this, and maybe sometimes even better.


Toni 12/30/16

Want to toast in Italian? Of course you do.  Sempre cosi e qualche volte più meglio.

Links to Eckhart and The Two Bobs:

Eckhart Tolle

Robert Frost

Bob Dylan


R.H. Blyth was a fascinating guy.


An Englishman who went to Japan before the war and never left, Blyth was largely responsible for introducing us to haiku.



Zen in English Literature is his masterpiece. It’s an enlightening introduction to Zen for us Westerners.

Want to find Zen another way?

Make some art with a friend.





Recently I went to Karen Rossi’s studio.  She’s a blizzard of joy. Her studio is so infectiously upbeat, it’s shanti for the soul.


This is one pizzazzical playground!


Dear Friend Sue and I come to make a glass mosaic. And what a perfect storm of pleasures we find.  Uncluttered by the usual busyness of the mind, the state of No-Mind takes over as we examine shards of glass and rifle through bits of stone and broken dishes.  I think what begins to appear on our tiles is a reflection of muse-inspired minds running free.



Some people take the sun and make a yellow spot out of it ; An artist takes a yellow spot and makes the sun out of it.

 Pablo Picasso

See Sue channel the peerless Pablo.  Nirvanic. IMG_0870


The project is pure spiritual tonic.  We’re captivated, immersed in the moment, thanks to our enlightened Zen master, Karen Rossi.



People are like stained glass windows: they sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light within.   -Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, psychiatrist and author


Art is so liberating, popping up into the random mix we call life, reminding us to take it easy.

We’re all stuck in this together, in this mind-maulingly intense time. What to do?

Be kind. Share. Relax a little, make something that makes your heart leapfrog. You know, like a preschool scribble on the fridge.

Thanks, Karen Rossi, for taking us to Heaven in your little rowboat.   :clap: :clap:

Toni 7/18/16

Resolution revelations from the mad glamorous Mark Twain and transcendent Ms. Tracey Thorn

Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions.  Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink, and swore his last oath. Today, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now,we shall have cast our reformation to the winds and gone to cutting our ancient shortcomings considerably shorter than ever. We can also reflect pleasantly upon how we did the same old thing last year about this time.  However New Year’s is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls, and humbug resolutions, and we wish you to enjoy it with a looseness suited to the greatness of the occasion.

Mark Twain

Corks have been popped.




Stockings (and stomachs) have been stuffed.



Avowals have been made.



So there. I say let’s bring just tinsel and holly into 2016 and leave fear and gloom behind. (Hear that, pundits?)

Happiness expert, Robert Holden, has this revolutionary suggestion.

Right now, think of 3 ways you can make today even more enjoyable than you thought it was going to be.

Mirabile dictu. (That’s Latin, for wonderful to tell. I think it’s ascribed to Virgil. Latin/Dante scholars?  Ronnie?)



I’m starting today with this song by British folk-pop singer/songwriter/guitarist Tracey Thorn.

She knows we’ll be alright.


Life’s gifts are fleeting and fragile.

That’s why we hang the lights so high.

Stay loose, very loose, and bring your own pavers.











Toni 1/5/16