This isn't to say I didn't love my father, because I did. He was a country-and-western musician, a guitar player, who wrote beautiful songs and who played onstage with the likes of the young Johnny Cash in his day. Because he had a family to feed, though, he gradually gave up his music, all except for the one guitar he had and that he would take out to play for us when he was in the mood. I miss that about my father. I guess I grew up with a love of musicians and of music because of him. My mother gave me a love of reading. I miss them both, but today is Dad's day. I hope he is having a good life somewhere in the universe.
What I'm reading right now:
- A Thousand Names for Joy - Byron Katie
- I love this woman's work. She became enlightened without evening knowing anything about Eastern philosophies. She just "woke up to reality" one morning after being clinically depressed, angry, and immobile. I'm enjoying this book which features her responding to passages from the Tao Te Ching, which her husband, Stephen Mitchell, once helped to translate. Her responses are genuine, innocent, and astute.
- East of Eden - John Steinbeck
- This is one of the Steinbeck books I never got around to reading, though I love Steinbeck. I'm nibbling at it right now, enjoying each morsel.
- The Big Questions - Lama Surya Das
- This is a book you can pick up and put down at leisure. It doesn't answer the big questions for you, rather it helps you to explore them more thoroughly.
The beautiful page will keep. I know that I'll be able to continue with that stream of thought when I pick it up again. Meanwhile, yes, I owe some phone calls tomorrow. I wish there were a better way to keep in touch with the people I love. I really hate the phone! Telepathy, anyone?
Peace - D