Name:  John Austin
E-mail: jaustin@necc.org
I live in:  Holliston, MA
Web site:  http://members.aol.com/baltasar/johnspage.html
Hobbies:  Reading, fluteplaying, woodcrafting, photography, running, walking
Eccentricities:  Hmm....some people might say that meditating in the gym each morning, in the aerobics room, at the end of my workout, is a bit eccentric.  Others might say that my penchant for walking in all kinds of weather is also a bit eccentric.  Some people might think that going into a sweatlodge is a bit eccentric.  Actually, I'm retired from sweatlodges for a little bit because of a pesky and irritatingly persistent skin affliction which thrives in moist, hot conditions.  [Probably more information then you wanted to know.]
My journal, myself:  A spiritual journal....a life journal....a story of a quest to connect to the sacred and make it a part of everyday life.
Favorite quote:The soul is dyed the color of its thoughts.  Think only on those things that are in line with your principles and can bear the full light of day.  The content of your character is your choice.  Day by day, what you choose, what you think, and what you do, is who you become.  Your integrity is your destiny…it is the light that guides your way.   -- Heraclitus - Greek poet & philosopher
Freeform:  What?  I can say anything I want?  Anything at all?  My freeform thoughts change from moment to moment.  Fleeting and erratic.  They alight for a instant, and then they are off again, charging first here, and then there.  Butterfly wings course an unpredictable path and whither they will go, not even the Witness can say.  Oh...is that a Wilber-ism sneaking into my thoughts?  Dag nab that persnickity Ken Wilber....just when you thought he and his over-inflated ego were gone, he goes and pops up again.  If Paul and John had read Wilber in the 60s, they might have written, "I am the Witness", instead of "I am the Walrus".  Now isn't that scary?  [Coo coo ka chew]  Yes, I am a graduate of the phonetic school of ebonics.  It was quite a sonic tonic, although a bit moronic.  Then suddenly I am hearing Zeppelin's "Ramble On...." in my head and what??....are you saying that I'm rambling on.....I'm a rambling, gambling ma-a-han (ala Lynyrd Skynyrd) [except that I really don't gamble at all because I would much rather spend every last bloody cent that I have on books and CDs.]  Hey, why am I suddenly using these little brackety things? Have I gone Shakespearean?  I.e., am I having little soliliquies of thoughts in my head....a bracketed soliliquy....is that even how you spell soliliquy....my fingers have to slow down when I am typing that word.  Well, I guess I'm done.
Birthday:  4/4/59