joined on 11/28/05
last updated 06/04/11
about me
Bay Area native poking up out of the home soil and checking this place out..
Recovering intellectual
Sapiosexual
Creating my ideal life, right here and now in reality
February 3, 2008
your embodiment of dichotomies compels me:
extroverted yet introverted, because you know your limits.
young yet wise, because you are perceptive.
vulnerable yet strong, because you acknowledge your fears.
clumsy yet graceful, because you're not afraid to fall.
there is something ancient and magical about your total embrace of the journey:
you make me smile for the legacy you are leaving behind.
September 30, 2007
Belen is beautiful, inside and out.
Belen's eyes are deep enough to fall into, swim around, and then find yourself there, and perhaps find her too if you're lucky enough. When you finally drag yourself out, you'll be covered in that sparkly dust that makes the twinkle in her eye. I wonder if it makes you able to fly, that sparkle?
Belen is one of the strongest, bravest, sweetest, most-dedicated-to-personal-growth people I've met.
She's an Amazon.
She's a lost kitten.
She's a force of nature.
She's a cupcake.
She's a Redwood tree.
She's a baby coconut sapling.
She's a rock.
She's playa dust.
She IS.
April 25, 2007
This girl right here, she is something special, and I mean really special. I felt instantly connected to her. In the time I have known her I have been in awe of her insights and depth and in her ability and desire to learn, understand and grow. Keep an eye on this one, she is only just beginning to bloom and I have no doubt that she will bloom and radiate and glow and inspire for the rest of her shining life. She is a good one, filled with so much love, appreciation, creativity and joy that she shares so openly with those in her life. I am blessed to have her in my life. I love this girl, I really do.
April 16, 2007
If you have ever been serenaded by an angel, you will recall the sound of Belen's voice.
January 6, 2007
In the short time I've known her, I've watched this beautiful woman blossom into a tower of strength, knowledge, and beauty. I admire her. I aspire to her. And I'm so happy to get to call her my friend.
November 15, 2006
The other half of my orange, meeting me in bright delight.
A crisp wing of smoke, wafting out of a warm hearth.
She wraps around me, tickles my ankles,
touches my heart with her courageous roar.
She is an aspect, an icon.
She is a woman, as easy to see into as a diamond, held aloft to the bright light, scattering thousand of rays around her.
She is a diplomat to the war torn country inside her, coaxing negotiations and peace treaties from the mad rabid mouths of the scar children inside her chest. Her experience of the past, even I do not know it fully. But.
It is enough to love her.
It is enough to know her.
It is enough to inspire her to be MORE.
October 30, 2006
The first time I met this woman I wanted to be around her. I wanted to help her, to connect with her, to see what she was about. Now that I have, I know that I couldn't have a had a more perfect instinct. Everything around her is intense and sacred. Not to be taken for granted. She is on this path of self exploration, self love, and self expression.
I have never met someone as talented in so many different areas of her life. She brings art, music, and all that nerdy science shit into her life and the lives of those around her. Sometimes I get blown away by the way she speaks, the vocabulary and intelligence of someone far beyond her years. And yet the sillyness and playfulness she exudes is so refreshing and a joy to be around. She is so much like a playfull kitten just wanting attention and love. To be brought in from the cold to be carressed and cared for.
I cannot say enough wonderfull things about this woman/girl. She has created some balance in my life recently and I shall never forget it. Keep treading Belen, keep your head above water, because you will soon drift to where you want to be. You are more than capable.
October 17, 2006
She skips and plays with such innocence and wonder that it squeezes my heart to see the radiance from her. She is a girl, a woman, a grown up, a little kid and as much as I adore her, I can tell that there are still layers and layers that are still unrevealed to get to know.
What I admire about Belen is that she is tuned in. She understands that life is a learning experience and she treats her journey like an assignment, a work of art, and a vacation all at the same time. I am blessed to be in her presence and to call her a friend. The beauty you see on the surface is only a prelude to the most amazing parts of who she is. Look closer- it'll blow you away.
"The story of my life began on the day I decided not to live it as if I was going up the down escalator."
- Pascal de Duve
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a beautiful expanse of unknown, wide stretched under the glowing sky,
an invitation to journey faithfully forward as my own,
fear, grief, astonishment, delight, surrender and resolve swelling and contracting my chest,
blessings packed neatly alongside Everything I Need in my light backpack,
compass pointed towards Unfolding Evolution,
planting each step one by one firmly into the supportive ground below
Breaking the Chains by Yumiko Kayukawa
“Power properly understood is nothing but the ability to achieve purpose. It is the strength required to bring about social, political and economic change… What is needed is a realization that power without love is reckless and abusive, and love without power is sentimental and anemic.”
- Martin Luther King
Hello fellow sinus health enthusiasts,
I'm writing to let any of you who were uneasy about the neti pot incident in 2006 know-- I've regularly been using a neti pot for over two weeks, and each of my ear drums are comfortably intact. For those who weren't present when that happened, please continue happily washing your cavities as usual.
Love,
Belen
Mon, April 20, 2009 - 2:03 PM
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Tao in Tiny Trees
by Nick Carouba
I grew up in San Francisco, where the climate was temperate and the four seasons indistinct. No snow, no brutal inland heat; maybe an occasional whiff of salt air. Besides rain, there was nothing in my world that would signal anything other than constant, mild summer, year after year. As a kid, I would visit Golden Gate Park and Ocean beach, enjoying the scenic aspects of nature, within an urban environment. Looking back, I was somewhat disconnected from a direct experience of nature. I could have been viewing a painted backdrop in a diorama. It wasn't until years later (as an adult) that an interest in gardening changed my perspective. I began to appreciate the nuances in nature and how the seasons changed plants. I was especially drawn to little trees in pots: bonsai.
This was before "The Karate Kid" introduced an entire generation to the connections between bonsai and martial arts. Mr. Miyagi's dual disciplines take their rightful places among the other Taoist arts: music, poetry, landscape painting, calligraphy, geomancy and divination. Each has its purpose and special aspects. But what is bonsai? A specialized form of gardening? A slavish attempt to copy nature? Can it be thought of as a living expression of the Tao? I don't know, but I do know that the direct experience of viewing bonsai in a gentle Spring rain, on a hot windy afternoon, or under full moonlight is more than just visually striking—it touches something deeper in the psyche.
As the seasons turn, one can observe energy expressed in a tree's growth. A seed contains information, and energetic conditions of light, air, water and soil will certainly create something unique and spontaneous. There is nothing theoretical here, no self-imposed rules. There is growth, stasis, metamorphosis, resurrection in death ... all occurring naturally, without comment. A pattern is always emerging: always moving away and always returning. Everything is different, yet the same. The air absorbed by Bristlecone pines five thousand years ago, or pre-historic redwoods and ginko trees millions of years ago is the same air that rustles through the tiny trees in my backyard right now.
Trees are reminders of energy. You can feel chi coursing through roots, branches and leaves, breathing through the push and pull of the seasons. When a tree dies, it provides the conditions for new life, and the next generation. As a tree grows, it is shaped by unseen forces. In nature, a seed may take root in a rock wall or crevice and be starved, struggling to survive. Lack of water and nutrients will result in a stunted specimen or death; either way, scars will show. On the other hand, if a seed finds its way into a low, open meadow and grows to its limit, a tree will develop with a thick, straight trunk and highly ramified branches. Like the human body, trees reflect inner ease or disease outwardly, within their life spans. As photographer Henri Cartier Bresson observed, "You get the face you deserve." And like faces, bonsai take on an endless variety of forms. A myriad of species has resulted in dramatic and fascinating differences. Every tree has its own special character.
Like humans, different bonsai require different things. It is natural to give each what it wants, what it needs: a sandy soil for pines, a rich loam for maples, etc. Water "just enough." Wire a branch to the point of cracking, but not breaking. Be sure to fertilize, but don't burn the roots. Cut rootball and branches to keep scale, but don't overdo it. Don't trim a branch just because you want to. The tree, in its authentic connection to the cosmos, has its own fate and form. See with primal vision, letting this concept override your own. The workings of nature have rarely been improved upon by the hand of man; therefore, be less of a gardener, striving for original spontaneity by following nature.
To nurture a living thing is a basic human experience, and being the caretaker for something that may outlive you by several hundred years is humbling. It is a glimpse into immortality: everything dies while everything is reborn. The transition is seamless, transparent and happening at the same time, right now. There is really nothing new, nothing to discover, conquer or even understand. One doesn't even "do" bonsai. The art of Bonsai, of "creating" bonsai, is experienced, simply, in its contemplative aspect. One is absorbed in a state of active meditation (much like Tai Chi.) This is the creative process: moving moment to moment, arranging trees and placing rocks, anticipating nothing, doing what needs to be done with a light heart, and then forgetting what you did. The tree grows by itself, it is not necessary to pull on the trunk to make it grow!
As I walk through the park, or along the ocean's edge today, I keep the child I used to be close to my heart. The trees and rocks of San Francisco appear the way they did back then, but they're changed also, I see them with different eyes. Taoist studies have guided my understanding of the natural world as a manifestation of the Tao. So all those trees in my backyard that used to be acquisitions, part of a collection that used to be "mine," really don't belong to me at all. They belong to the Tao. They are in my care, but only briefly.
www.universaltaoistarts.org/othe....html
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