“Be Here Now”, is a song about meditation. Life on the mat. A song about a girl who likes to ‘get it on in the morning’. But sadly (for her partner), she seems more interested meditating than spending time with her dude. A gentle reminder about meditation, being present, in the moment, and not to worry…
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
I watched the second episode of An Idiot Abroad Season 3 last night. The stars of the show, Karl Pilkington and Warwick Davies reach India and discover a joyous practice called Laughter Yoga.
Laughter Yoga (Hasyayoga) is a form of yoga employing self-triggered laughter. The concept of Laughter Yoga is based on the scientific observation that the body cannot differentiate between fake and real laughter, and that both provide the same physiological and psychological benefits. Laughter Yoga combines unconditional laughter with pranayama (yogic breathing). Laughter is simulated as a body exercise in a group; with eye contact and childlike playfulness, initially forced laughter soon turns into real and contagious laughter. The “laughter” is physical in nature, and does not necessarily involve humor or comedy.
I have tried regular Yoga (once) and most of my family are right into it. For what it’s worth, the bending and stretching routines, so close to the floor are not my cup of tea. It probably means they should be, but hey, each to their own.
Q. What did the yogi ask for in the pizza parlour?
A. Make me one with everything!
Laughter Yoga looks like a fantastic idea though, and what’s more there is a Laughter Club located near to me in the New Forest area too. Sound’s like a good laugh.
Welcome to Go Rich!
The aim of Go Rich (or GoRich, I haven’t quite decided yet) is to provide a place for me to share thoughts, ideas, code and who knows what else. I have quite a few interests including writing, technology, music, t’ai chi ch’uan, qigong, cycling, running and even F1. My existing outlets became too much for me to keep organised so have since fallen into disrepair and ruin. One of these is God’s Little Acre, which will soon be no more. I am a little sad to see it go, as it was the name of a band I was in many years ago, but the good news is that I built it with Blogger.
So after installing WordPress, I used the Import tool to import my old God’s Little Acre posts from Blogger. What a joy that was, well it was after I finally figured out which Google account I originally created them in. The magic way my posts, images and even categories populated my shiny new WordPress install made me realise just how refined WordPress has become.
I am running a development version (3.5-RC5-23141) of WordPress, wrapped in the new default Twenty Twelve theme too. Both are slicker than Vettel’s tyres. I do plan to make a Twenty Twelve child theme though so GoRich might be rocking a different look soon.
Goodbye God’s Little Acre and thanks Blogger
So adiós God’s Little Acre and thank you Blogger for keeping my stuff safe and sound for all these years.
Love Light Joy Peace
The last time I was at the Royal Albert Hall was to watch the Black Crowes. I had a fantastic seat right on the edge of the stage. This time I would be sat on the very top row of this wonderful venue. The headliner was none other than His Holiness the Dalai Lama. The Tibet Society invited the Buddah of Compassion to be guest of honour of this special event designed to help keep Tibet Alive.
Along with this remarkable man was some charming Tibetan music from the Tibetan Community of Great Britain Dance Group. The musical highlight for me was when 3 lute players danced and sung a number. I could hear elements of blues and other more ‘popular’ music genres in the music. The 3 musicians somehow reminded me of ZZ Top! It wasn’t because of any facial hair either!
As I walked up from South Kensington station into Hyde Park a Buddhist monk handed me a small booklet. I thanked him and armed with that and a suitably vegetarian pack lunch to eat in the sunshine of Hyde Park. Getting closer to the venue I started hearing chanting. Not really Tibetan Buddhist chanting more the kind of thing normally reserved for football matches. “All we want is religious freedom!” or something along these lines. Getting closer I could see that this was coming from a group of Buddhists from across the road. Fists were punching the air with fervor and on the opposite side of the road a group of Pro Chinese supporters were holding banners. As I walked closer I was quite shocked that the chanting Buddhists were not supporting the Dalai Lama at all. My own pre conceptions had now given way to the reality that not all Buddhists are equal, far from it. I am only a fair weather buddhist scholar, and as you’ll read on you’ll realise just how ignorant I am of many aspects of the Buddhist faith.
When the Dalai Lama walked onto stage, from my lofty perch I couldn’t help but be overcome with emotion. My dad is having a tough time of life at the moment, and my feelings for his welfare were finally released along with my tears. The Ocean of Wisdom as his people refer to him, or the Buddha of Compassion seemed to feel this pain too, and I swear his eyes welled with emotion for an instant too as I gazed into his eyes on the big screen display. It seemed (well at least to me) that he was feeling all of the pain and fears in the room. In this highly charged environment, and after half a century of dedicated and devout practice, I thought that this remarkable man must be one of the world’s best healers as well as spiritual healer. My own spiritual practice could be described as “could do better” just like my school report. I have for about 2 months now been clean of tobacco and other herbal smoking potions. I have replaced these with mainly good food and regular Tai Chi and Qi Gong practice. This Chinese martial art and energy work, has I am sure helped me through my nicotine addiction. Like any good addict, only I can help me stay off the nicotine path. Saving me money, helping me breath and possibly saving my life.
My life has finally moved onto a new beginning. Waving goodbye to inconsiderate neighbours I have moved into a new life in the New Forest. An estate agent told me that people generally move here because they want to, not because they have to. This is certainly the case for me, and I have been exploring the beautiful area I am so happy that I have done so.
October 7 is a very special and significant date for me. It is the birthday of my youngest daughter. It is also a significant date for many Tibetans too, when on this day in 1950 the Chinese People’s Liberation Army entered Chando in Tibet. Less than a decade later the young Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama fled Tibet for India. He is the first Dalai Lama to travel to the West. His non-violent views have often been criticized and as these Shugden Monks and supporters waved derogatory banners about him outside the Albert Hall I was surprised by my own feelings towards them. Particularly as I had been listening to some teachings from the Dalai Lama in the journey to London from my new home. These Shugden Buddhists have done me no harm yet they were verbally attacking someone whom I have grown to love.
After the Dalai Lama’s talk and we left the Albert Hall I thought that these Shugden Buddhists still might have a long way to go in there spiritual practice. When viewed in the light of his holiness their chanting seemed rather vulgar; more football terrace than spiritual. They obviously have grievances against the Dalai Lama, but I couldn’t quite get their point. I gave up reading their leaflet, as it reminded me of fifties era Chinese propaganda, maybe they just need a new leaflet? I will try to learn more about their grievances though.
The Dalai Lama has his grievances too. His place of birth and his people are by most accounts not free. China have introduced new roads and in particular an impressive railway. The Dalai Lama is not scared of change, but today there are more Chinese than Tibetans in Tibet. Human rights are largely non-existant too. Arrest and torture threaten anyone from displaying the Tibetan Flag or an old man who wears glasses. Through his humour and compassion he has shown how even after half a century, the Tibetan cause is still gaining momentum and unlike the Olympic flame will always burn bright and is getting brighter. The Olympic ideal has diminished with me. Cynicism about the commercial reality of the modern games is easily relieved by the thought of the Games in London in 2012. The Dalai Lama first visited London in 1970 as a guest of the Tibet Society. He said about the Olympic Games in Beijing; ‘I am happy to go, although there is no indication they want me to go.’
“No sleep till Tibet” is the name of my album that I share freely courtesy of MacIDOL. Less free, is Tibet. A huge place steeped in history and currently swathed in violence and oppression.
Dalai Lama Press Release
I am deeply concerned over the situation that has been developing in Tibet following peaceful protests in many parts of Tibet, including Lhasa, in recent days. These protests are a manifestation of the deep-rooted resentment of the Tibetan people under the present governance.
As I have always said, unity and stability under brute force is at best a temporary solution. It is unrealistic to expect unity and stability under such a rule and would therefore not be conducive to finding a peaceful and lasting solution.
I therefore appeal to the Chinese leadership to stop using force and address the long-simmering resentment of the Tibetan people through dialogue with the Tibetan people. I also urge my fellow Tibetans not to resort to violence.
THE DALAI LAMA
March 14, 2008
Transport for London (TfL) recently didn’t publish a document that suggested that cyclists that followed the rules of the road were more likely to be killed or injured than those who stuck to the rules.
By following the highway code, cyclists are more at risk than those who jump red lights. The report implies that many of the 2,490 cyclists that were killed or seriously injured last year, might have been better off wheeling through stop signs, ahead of the traffic behind.
Many bike riders get hit by lorrys, which have some dangerous blind spots. Often the victims are squashed while lorrys turn left, or when the cyclist ironically ‘does the right thing’ and waits patiently in the cyclist’s advance stop area. The lofty perch of the Yorkie eaters, means the cyclist is hidden from view.
Jumping red lights
I know this from my own commuting rides. I jump the red lights, occasionally mount the pavement to avoid the dodgy sections of my route, oh, and I listen to my iPod while pedalling. Sure I could drive instead, but my work as a web developer means that my free gym does give me some much needed cardiovascular excercise and it is even faster (and a lot more eco-logically sound) than a Bentley too, on my commute anyway.
Medals for Cyclists
I think that the eco-friendly cyclist is often not rewarded or even encouraged for her efforts. We are all told to leave the car at home, but are presented with cycle lanes with more bumps than Jordan and more cracks than the San Andreas Fault. Then there are the less than perfect edges, drains and man hole covers which are kept out of the gas guzzlers sacred path. It’s all a bit lame, surely cycle paths are a lot cheaper to build than new roads? The benefits of a fitter populace, to health from excercise and reductions in emissions surely make it ridiculous not to do? Sure petrol-heads can offset their carbon or buy a hybrid, but it isn’t nowhere as sustainable a good old bike.
It’s not all doom and gloom for us cyclists though. Someone told me that cycling in the moonlight round Richmond Park is a truly devine experience. I only have done this in daylight. The 7 mile route is fantastic, even while avoiding the motorists and deer. There are some real gluteus maximus testing hills, that just as you think your getting to the summit, reveal ever unfolding altitudes that get even these nicotine painted lungs moving.
Watch out Bambi
So, watch out for the next full moon. Forget your warewolves, you might just see me flying down hill, free-wheeling to a little bit of AC/DC or Eckhart Tolle as the wind blows through my greying hair.