Thursday, August 26, 2021
Wednesday, August 25, 2021
Via LGBTQ Heritage/Memorial Project W // Gay History – August 24, 79 AD: Mt. Vesuvius Erupts Burying Gay Lovers and Ancient Gay Porn In Pompeii
Gay History: August 24, 79 AD
Mt Vesuvius erupts burying Pompeii and preserving the city forever. The ash preserves homoerotic frescoes that Christianity would no doubt have destroyed had they not been covered. When the artwork was first discovered, people found it so scandalous that much of it was locked away in the National Museum of Naples, where it remained hidden from view for over 100 years. In the year 2000, the art was finally made view-able to the public, but minors must be accompanied by an adult.
Via Ram Dass - Love Serve Remember Foundation // Words of Wisdom - August 25, 2021 💌
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Via Daily Dharma: Sharing Our Karma
Recognizing
that difficult emotions are common to all humans also seems to arouse
immediate feelings of empathy with others. We share our emotions: they
are part of our collective karma, the human condition.
Tuesday, August 24, 2021
Via Daily Dharma: Ain’t No Mountain High Enough
No matter how high the mountains of the great dharma are, no matter how deep the sea of ignorance is, they will be as nothing before a boundless spirit of determination.
Monday, August 23, 2021
Via Daily Dharma: Everything Becomes “We”
Pervading
all is a groundless awareness, delicate and strong at the same time.
Everything becomes we, a beating heart with a transparent, radiant
smile. And we are awake.
Sunday, August 22, 2021
Via Lions Roar // Finding Myself in the Garden
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| Finding Myself in the Garden | ||
| Valerie Brown returns to gardening to recover her broken spirit, and discovers what really grows in a garden is love. | ||
The
first foundation of mindfulness is awareness of the body. Mindful
awareness invites the practitioner to see, touch, taste, and smell — to
be fully alive in the present moment to the great gift of life.
Mindfulness is an innate quality in every person that supports awakening
to the non-reoccurring nature of each and every moment of daily life.
For me, gardening became a theology of love that invited me back to my
senses, which were deadened by too muchness, too soon-ness, and too
fastness.
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