Digital Dharma

The Middle Path, One Day At A Time

Leave a comment

A Murmuration of Starlings

The…starling bursts into song. It rattles like a shaken can of spray paint, then modulates through a wolf whistle, a screech, the woof of a bulldog, and a cardinal’s liquid phrase. But this composite song arrives through a blur of distortion, dust on the phonograph needle. Though the sources are recognizable, it couldn’t fool anyone. …

I don’t care how you feel about starlings (frankly, I love them, although I recognize the problems they cause), you have to love this appreciation.
Murmurations | Orion Magazine

Leave a comment

BuddhaBlogs — A quick stroll around the Buddhasphere

The Buddha Diaries

…There are intentions, of course, and intentions. Some are lightly made, and lightly kept. I noticed, as we made the rounds, how often one of our number would speak about “trying” to do something: “I’m going to try to get into the studio more often,” or “I’m planning to try to find a gallery to show my work.” I hear myself saying something similar, and believe it no more than when I hear it from others. As the old saw has it, if you keep trying to feed the dog, the dog will soon starve to death.

That’s one kind of intention, and clearly not a very productive one. The other kind is made of sterner stuff, and comes from a deeper level of consciousness. It’s mind-altering, and life-changing. Once the seed of this kind of intention is planted, it will inevitably take a long while to germinate–perhaps even below the level of consciousness–and when it at last appears in the form of a conscious thought, does so in the form of a quiet and confident determination to make change, a paradigm shift in the mind that is no longer debatable but seems quite simply self-evident in its clarity, a confirmation of what had always been “intended” but never fully realized. …  (more)

Back in 1989, on the day after my eighteenth birthday, I caught a flight to Pakistan. I had a job of sorts, teaching English in a school in Lahore. I was untrained, had no experience in teaching English (or, for that matter, anything else), and knew almost nothing about Pakistan: hardly the best qualifications….

robin’s karma

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousand of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. ….

Leave a comment

The World’s Most Patient Photographer?

3-months-in-the-death-of-blance-grace-and-dorcussmlJason Quinnell is not in a hurry when he takes pictures. He likes to make pinhole cameras out of soft drink cans lined with photographic paper, and use long exposures. Like, six months!

The image on the left is an example, although it’s teeny and only a little ol’ three month exposure. The glowing curves are the sun passing through the sky, and the jaggedy look is caused by cloud cover.

To view some of his images, Click here to download a PDF file. (Use the arrow keys on your keyboard to view the pages.) Then visit Justin’s site to find out how he does it — and how you can do it too.

Leave a comment

Great diffusion

IT is fascinating how philosophic and cultural ideas spread freely in ancient times across formidable barriers such as mountains and oceans. Ideas can have a life of their own and it is often impossible to contain them within national or geographical boundaries. One of the greatest stories of the diffusion of ideas is that of Buddhism via Great diffusion.

1 Comment

Nice Rugs

rugWhile I’m giving free plugs (and I don’t make a habit of this, so don’t deluge me with requests), Utne Reader is selling some nice eco-friendly all-weather rugs made in Thailand.  The price is reasonable, and they look good.  Might be nice for a devotional space, especially one on a lanai or balcony, or for a bonsai display area.

I guess we can trust the folks at Utne (<<<link to rugs).