Studying Buddhism; Growing Trees
It didn’t take long to see that I had no talent for making money. Sure, my mother was disappointed, but I figured she’d get over it. As the years rolled by, it became apparent that trees and eastern religions were my lot in life.
An Interview With Ken Pelletier
This interview originally appeared in Medical Self-Care magazine, one of the best publications on health in this country. Tom Ferguson, a graduate of Yale Medical School started the magazine in 1976 as an “access to medical tools.” It’s a bridge between the medical establishment and the more unorthodox approaches of the wholistic health movement. In-depth articles and interviews, along with concise and readable book reviews make this a magazine well worth reading.
Dear Friend: I am in the greatest transition of my life so far and am writing to share this experience with you. I have cancer in my right breast and the medical report is that the cells are a fast growing and invasive kind. . . . I first went to Oliver Cope in Boston the first week in October. The mammogram at that time was inconclusive and a biopsy was done on Tuesday, October 17th, when Andrew and I returned from celebrating Peter’s marriage to Anne Williams in Santa Fe on the 15th. The wedding was a wonderful celebration with all our family and hers together as well as close friends.
I’m gouging (laboriously) in a drainage pipe to avoid paying $20 an hour to somebody who knows how to do it right with proper tools. It is hot, I stop often and, being on top of the pup feeder, I can see into adjoining yards the same old mess except for a pretty (sort of) microwave oven, on chrome legs.
Book Review
The Sea, The Sea opens in a contemplative mood. Charles Arrowby, a famous playwright and director, has at the age of sixty retired from a frantic career to an eccentric house on a promontory overlooking the sea. What he wants, or so he says, is to live quietly, looking back on his life and writing about it at random. For awhile he does so. In loose diary form he writes of the place where he is living, his daily routine, his elaborately simple cuisine — making this one of the tastiest books in recent memory — and dWelling at some length on people and episodes from his past. The reader settles into this pace, and looks forward to a long comfortable novel.
Sweet Gogarty And Anaconda
How many novels have you read lately that challenge stereotypes, while giving you characters you can love and hate, with a plot and an ending that satisfy both your sense of what must happen and what you wish would happen?
I got here in ’72, The Sun started in ’74. I came most directly from New York City, where I grew up. I was a newspaper reporter for The Long Island Press for three years. Then I traveled in Europe for two years and went back to the Press, worked as a copy editor, and came here, ostensibly to be part of an intentional community called New Eden, which was supposed to be 30 families in the country, more or less self-sufficient. A good idea with some good people that did not come to anything. But I stayed, anyway; did a succession of odd jobs — ran a juice bar, dug ditches, fitted pipes, then started a magazine.
The kite arrived on Shabbat: the Israeli hosts forgave the Americans this indiscretion and put the kite high on a shelf, out of their excited children’s reach. Wistfully the children tore their gaze away and followed the adults through the tiny apartment to a long table adorned with coffee and cake. A piano stood nearby, but today it would remain unplayed.
In 1963, during my freshman year at UCLA, my I history section leader was Sir John Graham Barkeley Williams. “Will”, as we called him, was raised in London and came to California for graduate studies in American history. He was tall and thin, with red hair. A gangly walk, easy sense of humor, radical in politics and lifestyle. “I was born in red diapers,” he said.
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In the year 1937 there were eight major newspapers in New York, and all had a want ad section. 1 found out soon enough which papers carried the ads that would apply to an eighth-grade education applicant, with no experience, but big and strong and willing to work.
A man’s suffering is similar to the behavior of gas. If a certain quantity of gas is pumped into an empty chamber, it will fill the chamber completely and evenly, no matter how big the chamber. Thus suffering completely fills the human soul and conscious mind, no matter whether the suffering is great or little. Therefore the “size” of human suffering is absolutely relative.
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