tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8405948648195741542024-03-14T02:33:55.890-07:00A Window is Where the Wall is AbsentThe impulse to express and connect arises in me and in us all. This blog is a space for these life impulses to breathe- Welcome! Please enjoy and feel free to join the many threads of conversation.Colleen Loehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13048649046228516513noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840594864819574154.post-3004596433440119052021-08-28T13:55:00.004-07:002021-08-28T13:55:31.271-07:00<p><a href="https://open.spotify.com/artist/2uO13KNxL31gjT73uaMbY1?si=mfRQ7WYXQGeYGzrPKXbkQw&dl_branch=1" target="_blank">https://open.spotify.com/artist/2uO13KNxL31gjT73uaMbY1?si=mfRQ7WYXQGeYGzrPKXbkQw&dl_branch=1</a> </p><p>Spotify for queer cabin, m.loehr</p>Colleen Loehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13048649046228516513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840594864819574154.post-2634898479338084552021-08-26T14:07:00.003-07:002021-08-26T14:13:21.597-07:00<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-ysV-5khPs/YSgDoUpZKVI/AAAAAAAAchw/TIyiKNkdsSwh70TKz-J1KlMLIENUGNMfACLcBGAsYHQ/s1019/A69C6BAC-DF0B-4246-9BA0-A67270D7AA1C_1_201_a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="842" data-original-width="1019" height="264" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-ysV-5khPs/YSgDoUpZKVI/AAAAAAAAchw/TIyiKNkdsSwh70TKz-J1KlMLIENUGNMfACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/A69C6BAC-DF0B-4246-9BA0-A67270D7AA1C_1_201_a.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Link to playlist of queer cabin, music by m.loehr</p><p><a href="https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4hwuPkLpVj2nSEUWJR2NHd?si=83b64bd0a9944261" target="_blank">https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4hwuPkLpVj2nSEUWJR2NHd?si=83b64bd0a9944261</a> </p>Colleen Loehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13048649046228516513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840594864819574154.post-7280449480113891652021-08-26T12:58:00.005-07:002021-08-26T14:16:35.350-07:00red & purple<iframe frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/6hLYaIoBpJQ" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div>"Step out of the trance</div><div>of socialization.</div><div><br /></div><div><span> ...</span><br /></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>Wear your weaknesses</span></div><div><span>like accessories</span></div><div><span>on this reservoir of organs</span></div><div><span>you have grown</span></div><div><span>around your truth."</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>Mary Loehr</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div>Colleen Loehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13048649046228516513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840594864819574154.post-12203806374426318112021-08-26T12:47:00.004-07:002021-08-26T13:02:43.071-07:00female rapture<iframe frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/Rm0UQTej_3Y" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">"Let yourself expand</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Beyond the backbone of the mind.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> ...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">You are the needle</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">holding the thread of eternity.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span> ...</span><br /></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Together we worship </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Everything that cannot be owned."</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Mary Loehr</span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Colleen Loehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13048649046228516513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840594864819574154.post-25506283503881497082021-08-26T12:31:00.010-07:002021-08-26T12:41:26.679-07:00lush & buggy<iframe frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/nYZ_zBwsde8" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>"I'm terrified to open wide</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>but I'd like to try with you."</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i>Mary Loehr</i></span></div>Colleen Loehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13048649046228516513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840594864819574154.post-27420999646970640842021-08-26T12:28:00.001-07:002021-08-26T12:28:10.791-07:00esophagus ((outro)) (Bonus Track)<iframe frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/kuGxJRe9bUw" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Beautiful music by Mary Loehr</div>Colleen Loehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13048649046228516513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840594864819574154.post-61460452409504239212021-08-26T12:11:00.001-07:002021-08-26T12:11:51.372-07:00i wish i was less moon<iframe width="480" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/zgcY7IqY2vA" frameborder="0"></iframe>Colleen Loehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13048649046228516513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840594864819574154.post-71914756693415982012021-08-26T12:10:00.001-07:002021-08-26T12:10:22.883-07:00salivation<iframe width="480" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/Qb_gi4IGSQg" frameborder="0"></iframe>Colleen Loehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13048649046228516513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840594864819574154.post-74417235013838001902021-08-16T08:06:00.003-07:002021-08-16T08:10:23.682-07:00fennel_and_yarrow Mary Loehr<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/G87nEkXXTkM" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/G87nEkXXTkM/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">💗 Wow.</span>Colleen Loehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13048649046228516513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840594864819574154.post-70219164874397015872019-09-07T07:36:00.000-07:002019-09-07T07:39:15.828-07:00The Cure for Boredom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Is reality boring?<br />
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Boredom is a mind-state that is symptomatic of disconnection from reality.<br />
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Boredom arises when contact with the real is lost.<br />
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The true cure for boredom is not evasion through distraction and entertainment (this only temporarily masks boredom).<br />
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The cure for boredom is contact with the real.<br />
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Slowing down<br />
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Attended a stunning six day workshop titled "Breath, Body, Mind" taught by two psychiatrists (a husband-wife team): Dr. Richard Brown and Dr. Patricia Gerbarg. I highly recommend attending one of their trainings if you have a chance, and checking out their books and website.<br />
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<div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Objects and non-objects can be noticed. To notice a non-object is to notice the noticing </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">itself.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To notice a non-object is to notice the motionless space in which everything exists. Context </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and content are an inseparble balance.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Obsession with objects is the inevitable result of not noticing the non-object realm of </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">spacious being.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Noticing is different from acquiring.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Noticing refers to what is already here.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Acquiring refers to what is lacking and therefore sought.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Noticing is an openness to what had previously been unseen.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The wealth of space in this moment can be noticed and made conscious.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In the flood of present wealth, the old compulsion to acquire loosens its grip.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Gratitude to Scott Kiloby for posting the above words on Facebook. Scott's website is </span></span><a href="http://kiloby.com/">http://kiloby.com/</a></div>Colleen Loehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13048649046228516513noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840594864819574154.post-39574577895442562962011-06-13T18:16:00.000-07:002011-08-10T08:32:04.922-07:00What is the well that never runs dry?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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"Have you ever noticed that the present moment never abandons you?<br />
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It's the well that never runs dry." Sara Exley<br />
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You are this moment, you are the well that never runs dry.<br />
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Gratitude to Sara Exley of <i>Present Moment Parenting: </i><a href="http://lawofattractionparentingparty.com/">http://lawofattractionparentingparty.com/</a><br />
Gratitude for photo: <a href="http://springvalley.govoffice.com/">http://springvalley.govoffice.com/</a></div>Colleen Loehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13048649046228516513noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840594864819574154.post-73815768151504876722011-05-29T09:45:00.000-07:002013-06-28T05:52:22.322-07:00Imaginary burdens<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I was having an argument with my husband today that we'd already had a thousand times before. The same argument. I just couldn't stop spinning out all the reasons I was right, couldn't stop trying to convince him of the validity of my point of view.<br />
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Then it hit me: I am addicted to being unloved. Or, more accurately, I am addicted to the <i>story</i> of being unloved. I am addicted to the story of being separate. I am addicted to being right. The addiction to being right is also the addiction to the peculiar satisfaction of being wronged. I am addicted to the story-of-me...drunk on it (without a drop of alcohol).<br />
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Way back when I got this notion of being unwanted. The story of lack, the story of not being enough, had been bought into long before I got married.<br />
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Now the template is there. My husband has to somehow fit into the story of "Colleen is unloved. Colleen is a unfairly treated."<br />
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The deck is stacked and without even realizing it, I am bound and determined for him to play his role of proving the continuing saga of "Colleen the Unloved."<br />
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Wow- what a strange addiction. The addiction to suffering. How could I have been so blind to this drama playing itself out again and again in my life with a changing cast of characters? How could I have been so hoodwinked?<br />
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And separation seemed so obvious, but is it? Sun, space, air, tree are all separate words; but are they separate things? The sun is in the tree. The air is in the space. Nothing is separate. Separation is a word-created, mind-created mirage. Everything is connected to everything. There is one thing (no-thing) and we are all it appearing with infinite variety.<br />
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Seeing my addiction to suffering, my addiction to being separate and unloved, acts as a lever lifting me out of the story.<br />
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I apologized to Greg for type-casting him in the crazy drama of my stories. He accepted my apology and forgave me. The eye contact between us was as clear as the sky. Greg and Jack are warming up for Jack's baseball practice this afternoon, and I'm settling in to enjoy a bit of doing nothing. Sending all love to my friends known and unknown through this medium of cyberspace.<br />
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Realizing our shared divine nature, that which underlies all experience, is what we're here for.<br />
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Nowhere I'd rather be, nothing I'd rather be doing.<br />
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On some level, this is always true.<br />
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There was a subtle, barely detectable sense of boredom, a very mild discontent somewhere in the background of my awareness. This kind of slight discomfort is normally shoved out of the way, to the periphery of awareness, like an annoying insect being shooed aside. This pushing away or ignoring of minor unease generally happens automatically, without even being noticed.<br />
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It became a kind of invitation to a gentle, non-judgmental, interested, and quiet awareness. <br />
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I wrote in my journal: When there is boredom or any flavor of discontent, notice it, observe it, witness it, allow it, be present with it.<br />
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Then I sat quietly for a while and this is what happened. The energy of nonjudgmental awareness, the energy of the witnessing presence grew. Simultaneously, the energy of discontent and boredom subsided. In this way, unhappiness was transmuted into a keener awareness. Discontent became the fuel for awakening.<br />
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It's fun to play with this transformation of suffering into consciousness when the suffering is very tiny. The same process applies to large emotional upheavals, but for me it seems easier and more effective to go through this process at first with a very mild inner turbulence. Hope you enjoy your own experiments of spinning straw into gold.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Gratitude for photo:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.estateofharmony.com/images/treekidssunset.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.estateofharmony.com/&usg=__3WgdhaKZppKcItY8VW5amPC4UWU=&h=681&w=1024&sz=142&hl=en&start=21&sig2=4zRLtmXCB6Isy_FjMr-90A&zoom=1&tbnid=69Ku5tkl5yh6OM:&tbnh=125&tbnw=182&ei=dMofTbK_HMirnAeL7vzWDA&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsubtle%2Benergy%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26biw%3D1366%26bih%3D643%26tbs%3Disch:10,366&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=119&vpy=272&dur=85&hovh=183&hovw=275&tx=142&ty=98&oei=QsofTZmLHIGjnQfZm6TTDQ&esq=11&page=2&ndsp=21&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:21&biw=1366&bih=643">http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.estateofharmony.com/images/treekidssunset.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.estateofharmony.com/&usg=__3WgdhaKZppKcItY8VW5amPC4UWU=&h=681&w=1024&sz=142&hl=en&start=21&sig2=4zRLtmXCB6Isy_FjMr-90A&zoom=1&tbnid=69Ku5tkl5yh6OM:&tbnh=125&tbnw=182&ei=dMofTbK_HMirnAeL7vzWDA&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsubtle%2Benergy%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26biw%3D1366%26bih%3D643%26tbs%3Disch:10,366&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=119&vpy=272&dur=85&hovh=183&hovw=275&tx=142&ty=98&oei=QsofTZmLHIGjnQfZm6TTDQ&esq=11&page=2&ndsp=21&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:21&biw=1366&bih=643</a></div>Colleen Loehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13048649046228516513noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-840594864819574154.post-34702168392063816682010-12-28T16:05:00.000-08:002010-12-28T16:10:00.951-08:00Alan Watts: A Conversation with Myself-Part 3<iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3RcjATFcbq4?fs=1" width="425"></iframe><br />
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Part 4 of this talk is available on YouTube. These videos by Alan Watts are profoundly mind-opening.Colleen Loehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13048649046228516513noreply@blogger.com0