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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>tumblelog of pravin israma scrapbook, notebook and workspace for ideas</description><title>my new canvas</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @pravinisram)</generator><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/</link><item><title>Autobiography of a Yogi - Chapter 5 - A "perfume saint" displays his wonders</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8230; the great Persian teacher gave his views on the religious life thus: &amp;#8220;To lay aside what you have in your head (selfish desires and ambitions); to freely bestow what you have in your hand; and never to flinch from the blows of adversity!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/17512395939</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/17512395939</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 22:00:15 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>"… It wasn’t always the people I liked who had the information I needed"</title><description>“… It wasn’t always the people I liked who had the information I needed”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;anon&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/16195803966</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/16195803966</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 00:09:51 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>mum’s mug (Taken with instagram)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwegvrG3uG1qz4tsxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;mum’s mug (Taken with &lt;a href="http://instagr.am"&gt;instagram&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/14400391391</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/14400391391</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 12:47:50 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>dad in garage (Taken with instagram)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw1w2z08MF1qz4tsxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;dad in garage (Taken with &lt;a href="http://instagr.am"&gt;instagram&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/14072036466</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/14072036466</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 17:47:22 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Huts at Eastney (Taken with instagram)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw1qzk1WUj1qz4tsxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Huts at Eastney (Taken with &lt;a href="http://instagr.am"&gt;instagram&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/14067420641</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/14067420641</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 15:57:19 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Holstee</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QDmt_t6umoY?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holstee&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/12575168248</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/12575168248</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 23:49:04 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Back blows  (Taken with instagram)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu9bvnoCAb1qz4tsxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back blows  (Taken with &lt;a href="http://instagr.am"&gt;instagram&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/12435106588</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/12435106588</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Nov 2011 21:04:35 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>my new key holder</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lts59vkdPf1qz4tsxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;my new key holder&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/12032267966</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/12032267966</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2011 15:22:42 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"There is no greater weakness than stubbornness. If you cannot yield, if you cannot learn that there..."</title><description>“There is no greater weakness than stubbornness. If you cannot yield, if you cannot learn that there must be compromise in life - you lose. ”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Maxwell Maltz&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/11964269308</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/11964269308</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 23:07:55 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"… in most organisations, the higher you go.. the thinner the air.
and the thinner the air the..."</title><description>“… in most organisations, the higher you go.. the thinner the air.&lt;br/&gt;
and the thinner the air the more difficult it is to support intelligent life.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guy Kawasaki: Creating Enchantment &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecorner.stanford.edu/authorMaterialInfo.html?mid=2597"&gt;http://ecorner.stanford.edu/authorMaterialInfo.html?mid=2597&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/5112142684</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/5112142684</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 22:31:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Thought for the Day, 17 December 2010  </title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rt Rev. Lord Richard Harries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The question of whether or not &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-12005824"&gt;drugs should be decriminalised&lt;/a&gt;, which was raised yesterday, is one of the key issues of our time. But there is another question which we think about less often, and that is: why do people get into drugs in the first place? I don&amp;#8217;t mean just the social reasons, peer pressure, dysfunctional families, long term unemployment and so on, but the personal ones. Two words come to mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First, oblivion, the desire to block everything out: not just the ordinary difficulties and worries of life, though of course they can make things much worse, but the perplexity, the anxiety, of existence as a feeling, thinking being rooted in a body that is limited, finite and mortal. Other animals don&amp;#8217;t have this angst, nor do angels, but we are conscious animals; as Disraeli said, half ape, half angel.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The other word that comes to mind is the word ecstasy, which unsurprisingly, is the word given to one particular drug. Both oblivion and the experience of ecstasy enable us to escape from ourselves, the one by blocking everything out, the other through taking us out of ourselves into something else, often a combination of music and dance.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Human kind cannot bear very much reality&amp;#8221;, wrote T.S.Eliot, but for him this phrase did not in the first place refer to the hardness of life, or even what I have just been suggesting. It appears towards the beginning of &amp;#8220;Burnt Norton&amp;#8221;, part of his great poem &lt;em&gt;The Four Quartets&lt;/em&gt;. Here he is remembering an experience near an empty swimming pool when he is aware of what he describes as &amp;#8220;The heart of light&amp;#8221;. This is turn reflects a mystical experience he had as a young man in America, before he became a Christian. The reality he is referring to, which is present in every single moment&amp;#8222; which is at once stillness and ecstasy, is something he suggests and hints at all through this long poem. That, for him, is the reality which human kind cannot bear. Yet for him, and many other religious believers in the ordinary experience of prayer, they know, however faintly and fitfully, a reality in which we are indeed taken up into something other than ourselves; but one in which we do not so much escape from ourselves as find our true selves.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;People who try to blot life out or get taken out of themselves through drugs, take a path that is both tragic and wrong; and we need to make that clear especially to young people. Yet paradoxically, I sometimes think they may have stumbled closer to the edge of a hard and troubling truth than those who skim along on the surface of life because they don&amp;#8217;t want to feel the real dilemma and anguish of being human.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/religion/programmes/thought/documents/t20101217.shtml"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/religion/programmes/thought/documents/t20101217.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/religion/programmes/thought/"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/religion/programmes/thought/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/2353577552</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/2353577552</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2010 01:01:02 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>RIP Uncle Ram - died 21 Nov 2010.  Funeral was today.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcrvd6TuIn1qz4tsxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;RIP Uncle Ram - died 21 Nov 2010.  Funeral was today.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/2064079152</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/2064079152</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2010 23:17:29 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>&amp;#8230;</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/1257611481</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/1257611481</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2010 22:00:02 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Faith is much better than belief.  Belief is when someone else does the thinking."</title><description>“Faith is much better than belief.  Belief is when someone else does the thinking.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Buckminster Fuller, quoted by John Lloyd - &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/9Mpj1o"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/9Mpj1o"&gt;http://bit.ly/9Mpj1o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/585056416</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/585056416</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2010 23:06:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."</title><description>“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Plato&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/585028933</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/585028933</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2010 22:53:37 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"i think there should be a word for this Matthew.  It should be called ‘Overcumption’,..."</title><description>“i think there should be a word for this Matthew.  It should be called ‘Overcumption’, okay.  It’s the ability to overcome adverse circumstances.. and this man did that in spades.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;John Lloyd talking about the American architect, Richard Buckminster Fuller - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/9Mpj1o"&gt;http://bit.ly/9Mpj1o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/585018519</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/585018519</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2010 22:48:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>tantrum</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I played Frisbee&lt;br/&gt;with your mother’s china&lt;br/&gt;But instead of with the dog&lt;br/&gt;It was with the concrete driveway&lt;br/&gt;And when the plates hit the ground&lt;br/&gt;I screamed ecstatically&lt;br/&gt;Like Theresa possessed by Dionysus&lt;br/&gt;As the Noritake shattered &lt;br/&gt;And when I’d decimated the 8 piece plate setting&lt;br/&gt;I peeled out of the driveway&lt;br/&gt;to the liquor store&lt;br/&gt;knowing that when I returned&lt;br/&gt;you’d have cleaned up my mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;my friend Courtney wrote this.  i thought it was brilliant - hence why i wanted to post it here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/566629187</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/566629187</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2010 23:12:33 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>"… it’s the deep and simple mystery of the faith
that the more we give beyond..."</title><description>“… it’s the deep and simple mystery of the faith&lt;br/&gt;
that the more we give beyond ourselves&lt;br/&gt;
the more we become our true selves&lt;br/&gt;
and the more we lose ourselves&lt;br/&gt;
the more we find our true identity”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought for the Day, BBC Radio 4 - Friday 2nd April 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m not at all religious but when i heard this it struck a chord with me and i wanted to share it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/491144823</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/491144823</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2010 13:54:39 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>i really like this picture.
it was taken on my mum’s 63rd...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx1b3jA8uO1qz4tsxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;i really like this picture.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it was taken on my mum’s 63rd birthday which she spent in hospital.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it’s one of the last pictures I have of her before she started to lose her hair&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;anyway i uploaded some more pictures to my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pravinisram/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/360405953</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/360405953</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jan 2010 00:38:06 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>my beautiful mum
passed away on Wednesday 2nd December at...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kucxd0J34O1qz4tsxo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;my beautiful mum&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;passed away on Wednesday 2nd December at 1720&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;her funeral was today&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i miss you mum&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;rest in peace&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/275225884</link><guid>http://mynewcanvas.com/post/275225884</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 23:31:48 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>

