November 1st, 2007

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Perspective -



I've already been out in the fog this morning.  What a misty treat!!

I love these words.  They seem easy to do.   Here is to ease in sight.


Dedicate your remaining years to seeing the world as a better place, rather than making it better.  When you see it so, you begin to make it so.


- Author Unknown




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Day of the Dead!



November 1st and 2nd are days when people honor their ancestors, honor the dead.  For many people, death is a birth and not something to fear.   I am still struggling with that, though I set intention today for a little more letting go and acceptance that this moment is enough and that life is change.

"Be mindful of how you approach time. Watching the clock is not the same as watching the sun rise."

-- Sophia Bedford-Pierce

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Involve -




 “The reasonable man adapts himself to the conditions that surround him. The unreasonable man adapts surrounding conditions to himself. All progress depends on the unreasonable man.”


-  George Bernard Shaw

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from the Siva Samhita, an ancient Yogic text:


    As in innumerable cups of water, many reflections of the sun are seen, but the substance is the same; similarly individuals, like cups, are innumerable, but the vivifying spirit, like the sun, is one. 
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How we learn to see -



Monet Refuses the Operation
 
Doctor, you say that there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration
caused by old age, an affliction.
I tell you it has taken me all my life
to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften and blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don't see,
to learn that the line I called the horizon
does not exist and sky and water,
so long apart, are the same state of being.
Fifty-four years before I could see
Rouen cathedral is built
of parallel shafts of sun,
and now you want to restore
my youthful errors: fixed
notions of top and bottom,
the illusion of three-dimensional space,
wisteria separate
from the bridge it covers.
What can I say to convince you
the Houses of Parliament dissolve
night after night to become
the fluid dream of the Thames?
I will not return to a universe
of objects that don't know each other,
as if islands were not the lost children
of one great continent.  The world
is flux, and light becomes what it touches,
becomes water, lilies on water,
above and below water,
becomes lilac and mauve and yellow
and white and cerulean lamps,
small fists passing sunlight
so quickly to one another
that it would take long, streaming hair
inside my brush to catch it.
To paint the speed of light!
Our weighted shapes, these verticals,
burn to mix with air
and changes our bones, skin, clothes
to gases.  Doctor,
if only you could see
how heaven pulls earth into its arms
and how infinitely the heart expands
to claim this world, blue vapor without end.
 
~ Lisel Mueller ~