Got a job

Our Apartment Window View. (Tomasito photo)
(Click on photo to enjoy view)

We got a job!

Well, Tanya got a job so I guess I can say we got a job--and in the southern California depression job market this rates at least a relieved cheer! ('Cause if you didn't know--nobody's hiring!)

I'm putting this news on my Ahimsaland blog because I am profoundly grateful to chance, fate, luck, karma, Fortune or the Cosmic Scorekeeper and Tanya--whoever or whatever!

It looks like we'll have our computer, our telephone connection for these blogs and our apartment for a while longer--we will not be homeless--and please San Martin Caballero or whoever is in charge of economics--please help end the landlord's greed and help ALL the homeless.

Work with good pay for everybody, please.

Tomasito, 2009


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mustard seed

Mustard seeds in Tanya's Hand. (Tomasito photo, 2009)

(Click on photo to see seeds relative size to hand more clearly.)

We were out foraging for some wild plants to add to our lunch-time stew today.

The meadow where we usually gather wild mustard leaves has gone to seed now--the leaves are pretty well dried and gone--but the tiny seeds are snug in their pods and each little tan pod seems to have twenty or so minute blackish seeds.

We thought about the familiar quotation about faith as much as a mustard seed again--and how such a tiny bit of faith could move a mountain.

It really doesn't seem to be very much faith for such mighty work does it?

Tomasito, 2009

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Tanya Energy

Tanya, Center of the Maze.
(Tomasito photo, 2009)

"If there is sincerity in the heart,
There will be beauty in the character.
If there is beauty in the character,
There will be harmony in the home.
If there is harmony in the home,
There will be order in the nation.
If there is order in the nation,
There will be peace in the world."

(Great Learning, Chinese, 3rd century BC)

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Dalai Lama

The Dalai Lama. (news photo, 2009)

All of us seem to need teachers.

And some teachers are wiser than others--but I think that all of us-- and the teachers too-- are just human beings after all--with the same problems of biology and psychology--all born into some historic time to live as well (and as happily, as the above teacher suggests!) as we can.

All of us are walking this maze of life and we should "rub each other's shoulders" as Herman Melville said instead of quarreling and fighting.

Some will believe this and some will believe that--but maybe even the wisest of us doesn't know much more than the dumbest dumbquot.

If a teacher is truly wise, she or he will certainly know that!

Tomasito, 2009

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Walk the Maze

The Maze @ Questhaven Retreat, Escondido, CA.
(Tanya photo, 2009)

People, plants and animals emit light and radiation (Corona Discharge, see "Rainbow of Life" by Stanley Krippner, MD.)

Isn't this a very curious fact?

Best wishes to you-all, my fellow mortal maze-walkers!

tomasito, 2009


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Shadow on Stone

Shadow on Stone

Once I was talking to Pop about "life" and I asked him why he went to church and believed the simple way he did.

He said: "What else IS there?"

Tomasito, 2009


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Pop's Differneces

Desert Grave. (Tomasito photo, 2009)

Pop's Differences

Some years ago my father, Andy (Andrew Staffon) Wold, died of a brain aneurysm in his own little paid-for house on Sky High Drive on a hillside overlooking the Ventura River Valley between Ojai and Ventura, California when I was away on one of my far-flung pilgrimages..

“Pop” was in his early eighties and had lived a simple life as a part-time drummer and an appliance salesman.

He and Mom, Lorene Clayton Wold, had raised us kids, Brother Joe, Brother Jack and myself—the middle son—into adulthood in Los Angeles, Albuquerque, New Mexico and Portland, Oregon.

That's about enough of that background stuff.

What I wanted to put on record is something one of Dad's friends at the Lutheran Church in Ventura said to be about Pop (Andy) when I came back
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“You know,” he said, “Your Dad was very different in a way--I never heard him say a bad thing about another person."

Odd thing. I had never even noticed this.

An even odder thing was—I had never heard him say anything bad about an other person either—and I had lived with and around him all my life.

Well, once he had said that Reagan should have never been elected president because Ronald was the same age exactly as he was “and that was too old to be president.”

But that was the worst thing I could remember him saying about anybody!

He never swore either—and I never heard him argue with Mom—not even once in all those years!

Now, of course, Pop was human—but by golly he WAS different in those mild and old-fashioned ways.

Tomasito, 2009


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