Author Archives: Alma Rominger

BUSHIDO

Posted on March 11, 2013 by Alma Rominger

Friday I went on a walk around the campus in the snow and was moved by the children sledding down the hill, so light in their play. Children laugh, playing in each other’s belonging. The wind freshens.   This week … Continue reading →

Posted in Week 7: Bushido and the Transcendental Order | 2 Comments

The Mirror Self, Emptiness, and Compassion

Posted on March 4, 2013 by Alma Rominger

  Saturday I went to the Fells and climbed to the top of this hill of huge boulders; I sat still and watched the tall evergreen trees slowly swaying.   Trees Breaking through the winter sky, Alive.   I was … Continue reading →

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drawing for this week?

Posted on March 4, 2013 by Alma Rominger

know what to draw anyone?

Posted in Week 1: Shell of the Cicada | 2 Comments

The Hedonistic Life

Posted on February 24, 2013 by Alma Rominger

Walking on Saturday night in Jamaica Plains after a night of drunken drama ( my attempt at a hedonistic life), feeling tired of the snow and the city that makes it (and sometimes me) so ugly.   The whiteness of … Continue reading →

Posted in Week 5: Hedonism, Mono no Aware, Monstrosity | 3 Comments

Nothingness

Posted on February 18, 2013 by Alma Rominger

Alma Rominger   Friday afternoon, I went to the Arnold Arboretum in Jamaica Plains and climbed all the way to the top of the hill, where I laid on a bench and became lost in the beauty of the leaves … Continue reading →

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Detachment

Posted on February 10, 2013 by Alma Rominger

Alma Rominger   Having a long and hard day at work, on top of a week full of frustrations, emotions piled up and exploded as I left to walk home on Friday evening as the blizzard started; while I was … Continue reading →

Posted in Week 3: Failure, Success, and Leaving the World | 1 Comment

Living Music

Posted on February 4, 2013 by Alma Rominger

Alma Rominger  I was walking through a neighborhood close to Teele Square during the mid-morning on Friday when I walked by a house with a large wind-chime and I paused to listen and appreciate.   The leaves dance to the … Continue reading →

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Still Transformation

Posted on January 28, 2013 by Alma Rominger

After contemplating professor’s advice to bathe today because I might die tomorrow, I decided to bathe in the second floor, pretty dingy, bathroom early Saturday night .   A Space Transformed- Candle Flame, Still Water Lovers’ Arms.   I feel that paradox … Continue reading →

Posted in Week 1: Shell of the Cicada | 4 Comments