Monday, January 12, 2015

Mandala Monday VI. Back in 2015!


Back in the saddle again.  Well, trying.  With the holidays I didn't manage to produce anything for the 6th A Time To Stitch Challenge hosted by lovely Therese and Christine.  Sigh.  Thank goodness they aren't mafia types looking to give slackers a pair of cement galoshes.  Sorry ladies, I'll do better next time!

In an entire month all I've managed to make is one small mandala.  I started it while in California over the holidays.  It's 2.5 inches in diameter which seems a good size.  Big enough for some detail but not so large it takes a ton of beads (and time).  The center is a sky blue dyed howlite cabochon, which reminds me of California where the weather always seems to be sunny and 70.

The Other Side

One day a young Buddhist on his journey home came to the banks of a wide river. Staring hopelessly at the great obstacle in front of him, he pondered for hours on just how to cross such a wide barrier.
Just as he was about to give up his pursuit to continue his journey he saw a great teacher on the other side of the river. The young Buddhist yells over to the teacher, “Oh wise one, can you tell me how to get to the other side of this river”?
The teacher ponders for a moment looks up and down the river and yells back, “My son, you are on the other side”.
- See more at: http://theunboundedspirit.com/10-short-zen-stories/#sthash.mJkdfiNt.dpuf




Maybe

There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. "Such bad luck," they said sympathetically. "May be," the farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. "How wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed. "May be," replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune. "May be," answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. "May be," said the farmer.
- See more at: http://truecenterpublishing.com/zenstory/maybe.html#sthash.A5tHfxNS.dpuf

Maybe

There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. "Such bad luck," they said sympathetically. "May be," the farmer replied.

The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. "How wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed. "May be," replied the old man.

The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune. "May be," answered the farmer.

The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. "May be," said the farmer.

from: http://truecenterpublishing.com/zenstory/maybe.html

Maybe

There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. "Such bad luck," they said sympathetically. "May be," the farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. "How wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed. "May be," replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune. "May be," answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. "May be," said the farmer.
- See more at: http://truecenterpublishing.com/zenstory/maybe.html#sthash.A5tHfxNS.dpuf

The Other Side

One day a young Buddhist on his journey home came to the banks of a wide river. Staring hopelessly at the great obstacle in front of him, he pondered for hours on just how to cross such a wide barrier.
Just as he was about to give up his pursuit to continue his journey he saw a great teacher on the other side of the river. The young Buddhist yells over to the teacher, “Oh wise one, can you tell me how to get to the other side of this river”?
The teacher ponders for a moment looks up and down the river and yells back, “My son, you are on the other side”.
- See more at: http://theunboundedspirit.com/10-short-zen-stories/#sthash.mJkdfiNt.dpuf

The Other Side

One day a young Buddhist on his journey home came to the banks of a wide river. Staring hopelessly at the great obstacle in front of him, he pondered for hours on just how to cross such a wide barrier.
Just as he was about to give up his pursuit to continue his journey he saw a great teacher on the other side of the river. The young Buddhist yells over to the teacher, “Oh wise one, can you tell me how to get to the other side of this river”?
The teacher ponders for a moment looks up and down the river and yells back, “My son, you are on the other side”.
- See more at: http://theunboundedspirit.com/10-short-zen-stories/#sthash.mJkdfiNt.dpuf

The Other Side

One day a young Buddhist on his journey home came to the banks of a wide river. Staring hopelessly at the great obstacle in front of him, he pondered for hours on just how to cross such a wide barrier.
Just as he was about to give up his pursuit to continue his journey he saw a great teacher on the other side of the river. The young Buddhist yells over to the teacher, “Oh wise one, can you tell me how to get to the other side of this river”?
The teacher ponders for a moment looks up and down the river and yells back, “My son, you are on the other side”.
- See more at: http://theunboundedspirit.com/10-short-zen-stories/#sthash.mJkdfiNt.dpuf

9 comments:

  1. Where in CA were you? Great job on the mandala, as usual! What do you make with all of them?

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  2. Love the mandela with those blue/purple beading. We have -12 right now and snow:) Tomorrow it will be a high of -15C. Love the story but if the farmer says that one more time I would want to slap him:) There is always a reason for things happening

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  3. beautiful desing, Thanks for sharing. Keep posting like this. :-)
    Front Designs-usa-beading
    Border Designs

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  4. May be good, may be bad. Who knows, really? And when does the Maybe circle end? When we do, I suppose.
    The mandala ~ oh I love this one! The center is the color of the day sky, and the other blues the night sky, the clouds, the earth, and the Red for life...but that is just what I see ;-)

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  5. I can see California on this mandala. Today is 72 and sunny, could not ask for anything else, okay we need the rain.
    I love your stories, you have good taste.
    I am glad you are back to beading. I am doing some bead embroidery, you have inspired me. I will have to post my pieces on my blog soon.
    I hope to see more mandalas and more great stories.
    Jasvanti

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  6. I like the story and, as ever, the beadwork you do. Happy blogging in 2015.

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  7. I find these mandalas so inspiring!! They are so gorgeous and I love the stories you've been posting to go with them. You should host a mandala challenge!!

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  8. I've enjoyed your mandalas and your stories! it is 2-sides to the same coin .... it could be good, it could be bad. It is all in your perspective, so choose your destiny! This mandala looks Mayan to me, and that I LOVE!

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  9. Oh that is a glorious mandala - beautiful sunshine colours. I love the story too.

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