January 9th, 2009

ashes and snow - wings

Good Morning!



When I woke this morning, all was fog, and then the clearing began.  The fog stepped back and unveiled, veil by lovely veil.  At one point there was a long slant of lit mist that literally took my breath away.  I decided that watching the panoramic change was the most important thing I could do and now I can see across the hill and into the sky, and yet, all is soft, like dew.

I keep trying to balance being and doing, accepting and nudging.  I think these seven words say it well.

"Live with skillful nonchalance and ceaseless concern."
 
~ Prajnaparamita Sutra ~
 


And then there are the words of Eisenhower:


"Pull the string, and it will follow wherever you wish.  Push it, and it will go nowhere at all."


The moisture drops and lifts, no string, no push or pull at all. 

space - cat's eye nebula

Noticing our thoughts -



Last January I was reading The World Without Us by Alan Weisman.  He ends the book with the following words.  Considering our thoughts this way is a huge incentive to make sure they are what we would like to return.   Peace!


“Since the last 19th century, when, beginning with electrons, we got down to manipulating the most fundamental particles of the universe, human life has changed very fast.  One measure of how fast is that, barely a century ago – until Marconi’s wireless and Edison’s phonograph – all the music ever heard on earth was live. Today, a tiny fraction of 1 percent is.  The rest is electronically reproduced or broadcast, along with a trillion words and images each day.

Those radio waves don’t die – like light, they travel on. The human brain also emanates electric impulses at very low frequencies: similar to, but far weaker than, the radio waves used to communicate with submarines.  Paranormalists, however, insist that our minds are transmitters that, with special effort, can focus like lasers to communicate across great distances, and even make things happen.

That may seem far-fetched, but it’s also a definition of prayer. 

The emanations from our brains, like radio waves, must also keep going – where?  Space is now described as an expanding bubble, but that architecture is still a theory.  Along its great mysterious interstellar curvatures, perhaps it’s not unreasonable to think that our thought waves might eventually find their way back here.

Or even that one day – long after we’re gone, unbearably lonely for the beautiful world from which we so foolishly banished ourselves – we, or our memories, might surf home aboard a cosmic electromagnetic wave to haunt our beloved earth.”

 

 



zen garden

Ah!



The Architect Louis Kahn:

 

    “The sun never knew how wonderful it was, until it fell on the wall of a building.”






alan - morning glory center

Grief -



We say "hold yourself together."   What is required of us to do that when the grief is deep?

Annie Dillard in The Maytrees:



    "If you were a prehistoric Aleut and your wife or husband died, your people braced your joints for grief. That is, they lashed hide bindings around your knees, ankles, elbows, shoulders, and hips.  You could still move, barely, as if swaddled.  Otherwise, the Aleuts said, in your grief you would go to pieces just as the skeleton would go to pieces.  You would fall apart."