tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90433092011-08-02T22:56:21.284-07:00At the Dawn of Twilightreflections on phenomenaJulie Adlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203834319208961660noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043309.post-37602413213997752772010-06-20T20:06:00.000-07:002010-06-20T20:07:25.310-07:00Blue eyesYesterday I saw a friend I hadn't seen in 6 years. Today in a quiet moment, I recall how we take things for granted when we're with people who we call 'friends'. Friends because we like being with them, there's an ease, friends because it becomes a habit of calling back and forth and eating b'fast on the weekend days during grad school, friends becasue not only do we bump into each other in Julie Adlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203834319208961660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043309.post-87345689947968585822010-04-16T10:26:00.000-07:002010-04-16T10:31:39.646-07:00The Happy Meal
Okay so I'm at the task of pondering karma, actions, cause and effect, in particular that of the non-virtue of 'taking what is not given' and in Paltrul Rinpoche's book, 'The Words of My Perfect Teacher', he describes how "nothing could be more effective than trade and commerce for piling up endless harmful actions and thoroughly corrupting you." The acts of trying to be the best, the harm Julie Adlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203834319208961660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043309.post-91385583585170492522010-04-13T17:12:00.000-07:002010-04-16T10:32:36.908-07:00The Garden of Hope
When I first moved into this bungalow on Hyperion, there was an longish oval shaped patch of yellow weeds and sick looking dirt, hard, cracked, greying, spanning the length of my door to my neighbor's. My friend urged me not to move into this 'dump'. But boy was it cheap. So I thought I'd first set up to beautify the exterior with a garden. Quite excited was I because growing up, we had Julie Adlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203834319208961660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043309.post-30492468192075208752010-04-07T22:32:00.000-07:002010-04-07T22:45:34.793-07:00The Allen Ginsberg Project: Peter Marti & Marc Olmsted Interviewed by Julie AdlerThis audio was in the can for a while when Marc Olmsted prodded me to turn it into an edited radio segment to promote Peter and Marc's poetry. I ended up laying on the floor listening to this way too many times. Something about Ginsberg giving poets and artists the green light to expose the pain of life while creating appeals to me.Julie Adlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203834319208961660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043309.post-44818802800364508322010-04-07T22:15:00.000-07:002010-04-07T22:22:39.854-07:00With a little help from a friendI'm restarting this blog because of Trish. I discovered her blog (http://blog.trishdeitch.com/) and it pulled the kind of punch I can only begin to verbalize. I met Trish only once at a Buddhist teaching. I sat in front of her and a few times almost fell back into her lap. We were packed tightly in this ballroom, sitting on the floor. I thought she probably hated me. It's not pleasant Julie Adlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203834319208961660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043309.post-28446639228249109382007-10-30T15:09:00.001-07:002010-04-07T21:23:49.313-07:00Serving up gold, Julie goes to Washington
[NOTE: For my audio recap and highlights of events in DC, please go to The Tibet Connection and listen to the October 2007 show; also on the show is an exclusive interview I did with Rep. Tom Lantos]
I feel far from the tree right now, spiritual peace tree hugging bliss tree sweet smelling calming tree. Instead, I'm in a red and white plastic bird flying somewhere over the middle of the USJulie Adlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203834319208961660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043309.post-26609112096502067392006-12-17T16:17:00.000-08:002010-04-07T21:28:52.866-07:00Happy Holidays...
Happy Hanukah!
May your days be merry and bright...
Julie Adlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203834319208961660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043309.post-1151962040496142952006-07-03T14:22:00.000-07:002010-04-07T21:27:42.396-07:00I'm backElluring...
It's back in there
deep repetition
there's nothing like a new beginning to tell you
how many times you've repeated this over and over.
Balmy hot as the fan and vacuum next door whine
and fried rice is finished.
But I am not and neither is she nor he
unseeping out of the wall
commiserate with bat piss that
lines these walls.
There's nothing like a cave to show you the light.
c) 2006Julie Adlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203834319208961660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043309.post-1122456726956247012005-07-27T01:48:00.000-07:002010-04-07T21:26:57.955-07:00Ghee glee6/24/05
From Majnu Katilla, 2;30 pm Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad. Groggy, sticky eyes, the moist skin, the whirl of the swamp cooler behind the screen. There really is water there. There is fried and there's fried. I made it to India. Endless knot window grills, a single 'deluxe' room (don't get too excited - not sure what deluxe really means). The shock of india the first time - the sheer Julie Adlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203834319208961660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043309.post-1120911660199855492005-07-09T04:58:00.000-07:002010-04-07T21:29:36.602-07:00I promise to...I have to apologize. I promised to write more, I promised to try and post photos. I've done neither. Suffice it to say, I view writing extensively as a special ritual - I have to have a desk and a cup of caffeinated something and quiet time. My quiet time up til now has been spent horizontal recovering from an intense morning of yoga practice and a delicious thali (indian lunch). I want to Julie Adlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203834319208961660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043309.post-1119607777549903092005-06-24T02:41:00.000-07:002010-04-07T21:26:28.985-07:00Arrived safely following the full moonSweltering in the swamp cooling computer room - computers go way slow, another of the slight jolts in being welcomed back to India. I'll start this post but might not get so far as the bus is leaving in a bit and I did want my third shower in less than 24 hours before leaving Delhi.
6/21/05
Summer solstice at 16:45 PM LA time. Increasing clouds. Getting sleepy. I arrived at LAX bumper to Julie Adlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203834319208961660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043309.post-1119044723485857582005-06-17T14:41:00.000-07:002010-04-07T21:25:39.946-07:00Tea in the Samovar10/02
A couple of years ago, a friend was emailing me spiritual quotes by ‘Osho’. I had no idea who or what this was (a brand of tarot cards?) and somehow it seemed too creamy dictatorial and contradictory for me to ingest so I asked her to kindly stop sending me these little ‘diatribes’. Now, I am here in Pune, India, and it only clicked yesterday that the Osho in quotes and the Osho who Julie Adlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203834319208961660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043309.post-1119044172993321752005-06-17T14:35:00.000-07:002010-04-07T21:31:25.515-07:00Twilight in AmericaTwilight in America revisited 11/04
One morning I was reading ‘a treasury of sublime instructions’ from a high Tibetan lama. America contains the symbol ‘Ah’, which sounds the unborn nature of truth. It’s also the symbol at the throat chakra, colored red. Sometimes when I sit and visualize the colors white, red and blue according to my Buddhist practice, I think of the American flag and how Julie Adlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01203834319208961660noreply@blogger.com