I'm still going down to Market and Valencia on Friday nights to be the hostess twinkie on Planet Glee. Sometimes I am a complete airhead on the show, but humor always rules in the end.
Lately, I have had some writers on the show. Usually the show ROCKS (I saw rocks on Mars in a book at UCSF library one time). Planet Glee is close to Jupiter and wants to join Venus and the rest of the benevolents in a modern dance. No, not necessarily Martha Graham or Alonzo King, but having much in common with them.
That said I have to get to the point of this blog: chanting...chanting a Tibetan mantra...om mani padme om. My guest, Margarita Wildman, had just read another one of her poems that is spiritual from the core of human sufferinng and experience. This woman should write an autobiography I want to read it.
Meanwhile, I've mentioned the book by Sakyong Mipham, RULING YOUR WORLD in the blog before. Actually, just in case a guest doesn't show, I'm ready to do the show by myself. I always bring the Mipham book. There is a book on Tantra by Georg Feuerstein that I also read at the same time last fall when I first read Mipham. Compassion and love are so enigmatic and amorphous yet so truly felt when expressed. Discipline has much to do with cultivating a life predispositioned to love and compassion.
