“What we call the “objective world” is a sort of Rorschach ink blot,
into which each culture, each system of science and religion,
each type of personality, reads a meaning only remotely derived
from the shape and color of the blot itself.”
~Lewis Mumford
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Solstice Sunset
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Ancient beliefs held that on Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year,
the sun and moon stopped in their flight across the sky.
The night was followed by great anticipation and rejoicing as the sun reappeared,
a sign of rebirth and an approaching new year.
In a spiritual sense the Winter Solstice serves as a reminder of the cyclical rhythm
of all nature with transformation and change the only constant as we move
to the dance of the ever present now.
May your holidays be merry and bright
and your stars all align for a fulfilling new year.
Dancing
Dancing, the universe doesn’t wait
For you to take it’s hand.
Dancing, the universe doesn’t wait
Stand up and take my hand.
Sky Cathedral
Last weekend I was contemplating a passage from Dudjom Rinpoche concerning meditation; “Whatever thoughts arise, let them arise. Do not follow after them and do not suppress them. If you ask “In that case, what should I do?” whatever objective phenomena arise, whatever appears, do not grasp phenomena’s appearing aspect, simply rest in a fresh state, like a small child looking inside a temple.”
As I looked to the west from my garden I beheld this stunning fiery sunset and was taken by the feeling that I was that small child looking inside a temple.
I didn’t need it but I had a little creative fun and added the Cathedral to amplify the vision… that’s my nature!
Postcard From Nowhere
Parked in traffic coming back from Vegas a couple of years ago and looked off to the south to behold this spectacular vista. I might have missed this had we been flying along at 80mph. Sometimes we need to force ourselves to slow down in order to see the world as it truly is.
Dixon’s Big Sky
A tribute to one of my favorite American artists, Maynard Dixon. http://maynarddixon.org/ Although pegged as a “Western” painter, Maynard understood better than any other artist of his generation the overwhelming emotional power of standing before a “big sky”.
Avian Rapture
Considering how rapidly mankind has been eliminating all other life on our garden planet, I have been toying with the fantasy that other, more advanced and enlightened space travelers have been quietly visiting earth and spiriting away “samples” of other life forms before we wipe them off the planet forever. Just a fantasy I know, but it makes me feel a little better.
In reality, when it’s gone, it’s gone forever. Any other notion is just fantasy.
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