I had the privilege of hearing Swami Satchidananda at the Riverside Church in NYC shortly before (after?) this photo at Woodstock was taken. He talked about how some bees dive into the honey and others like to sit on the rim of the honey jar and call the other bees over. I seem to be of the latter bent. (My way of bee-ing?) I also had the honor of driving Swami and Eido-Tai Shimano to an event in Brooklyn a few years later. I'm embarrassed to say that I nearly killed us all by driving too fast on the West Side Highway. No one said anything, I averted the stone wall, but Swami, who was riding shotgun, looked pretty shaken up.
Providing a bully pulpit, a perch, a roof, a soap box for fiddlers, Quakers, Seekers, roosters, malcontents, true radicals, free thinkers or anyone with a beating heart and a working mind. In the spirit of Thoreau's chanticleer. "I do not propose to write an ode to dejection, but to brag as lustily as chanticleer in the morning, standing on his roost, if only to wake my neighbors up."
Monday, April 24, 2017
100 REFLECTIONS: The Sages of Concord #16
I had the privilege of hearing Swami Satchidananda at the Riverside Church in NYC shortly before (after?) this photo at Woodstock was taken. He talked about how some bees dive into the honey and others like to sit on the rim of the honey jar and call the other bees over. I seem to be of the latter bent. (My way of bee-ing?) I also had the honor of driving Swami and Eido-Tai Shimano to an event in Brooklyn a few years later. I'm embarrassed to say that I nearly killed us all by driving too fast on the West Side Highway. No one said anything, I averted the stone wall, but Swami, who was riding shotgun, looked pretty shaken up.
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