tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965076219235086304.post5007704058899550695..comments2024-02-24T00:41:37.836-08:00Comments on The Buddha Diaries: THE NEXT ADVENTUREPeter Clothierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525159413387378704noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965076219235086304.post-34100591767001129372015-10-28T07:16:03.121-07:002015-10-28T07:16:03.121-07:00Thanks for this thoughtful comment, Robin. It'...Thanks for this thoughtful comment, Robin. It's always good to hear from you. I have always loved the Berryman Dream Songs, and this one in particular because it is so dreadfully honest. The images that you post, however, reveal an engagement with the life forces around you that I find delightful and inspiring. I'm just about to post the strange story of a bird in our garden. I hope you might catch it. Love to both, PeterPeter Clothierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11525159413387378704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965076219235086304.post-62239931819694526782015-10-27T08:44:41.552-07:002015-10-27T08:44:41.552-07:00I hadn't ever read Berryman's poem before,...I hadn't ever read Berryman's poem before, and I am so grateful that you posted the link. Oh yes, I am bored too. Life is boring. I think Berryman's mother sounds condescending and detached. We humans have stripped away most of the essential aspects of our evolutionary underpinnings and are cast about looking for ways to remind ourselves why we are here. So, we eat without having to forage; we drink without having to walk for water (or wine!); we stay warm without building a fire; we dress without having to shred a single thing. Yes, we are bored. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com