Early this week, I was out at the lake doing some Intuitive Catalyst work, and the final morning I woke up way too early and caught the sunrise. Luckily, I got a couple of shots before the battery died on me. It's been so cold lately, I guess it wasn't holding the charge well. The top shot had some camera shake, it appears (no tripod and 6-8 second exposure), and I like the layered fog appearance this created.
Today I was out looking at a local controlled/prescribed burn nearby - 800 acres on the north rim of the tallulah gorge. I came upon the loveliest little spring where I took a drink. Tucked in between hills, this spring issued forth and the water was so beautiful and clear. A little ways down the trail was a rock with the most vibrant yellow lichen, that didn't get spoiled in the fire. It was such a beautiful day, and a relief to find a burn that didn't appear to be way overdone.
And friend and Co-ForestWatcher, Joe was with me today and took this of me drinking from the spring - I like the burst of light from the sun on the water. And I just have to say how amazing it is to live in a place where one can drink of waters that issue forth from the forest floor. How lucky I am...
Monday, January 18, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
we are all...
Saturday, January 9, 2010
more words
not sure where these are coming from, but here are some more post-meditation words...
january 9, 2010 - saturday
i am
the white hole
within the black hole
an infinitude of possibility
unlimited probability
flowing through at all times
through all time
all through me
in each moment, i am
i am each moment
full, empty, ripe
open
a vessel at once full and filling
unlimited capacity
unending flow
of truth, light,
transcendent energy
forever
Thursday, January 7, 2010
another
post-meditation string of words...
this is a great web of plasma
i am a cluster of light
a nodule in the web
resonating or pulsing
with other nodules
lightning fast, energy travels
across this web
instantaneously
connecting us
to each other
begging the question
quest ion
what is pulling the energy
around the globe?
what, other than our thoughts,
is affecting the pulse
of this great plasma
orb of light?
this is a great web of plasma
i am a cluster of light
a nodule in the web
resonating or pulsing
with other nodules
lightning fast, energy travels
across this web
instantaneously
connecting us
to each other
begging the question
quest ion
what is pulling the energy
around the globe?
what, other than our thoughts,
is affecting the pulse
of this great plasma
orb of light?
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
words...
In the absence of painting this week, i have been meditating each day and some days I sit in front of the ancient typewriter and type some words afterward. Here are today's words:
January 5, 2010
There is a new layer on this onion
an additional dimension
we didn’t see before,
a new earth in the palm of our hands.
Think of it like this:
there is a book you are reading,
and in this book there is a story,
and in this story is another story,
and in this other story is a key.
This key can unlock the first story,
and it, the first story, will open and fall away
it is as if, while being read, pages are vanishing,
and the story is the only thing that keeps on going
yet it leaves no trace.
The story is alive. The story is a life. The story is only now.
And now is the only story.
Anything else is folly.
Looking back serves only to repeat, write again same story
wouldn’t a new story - a now story - be better?
there is energy here to enliven whatsoever you choose as focus
choose well. wake up. keep turning the pages, to keep the story
alive!
January 5, 2010
There is a new layer on this onion
an additional dimension
we didn’t see before,
a new earth in the palm of our hands.
Think of it like this:
there is a book you are reading,
and in this book there is a story,
and in this story is another story,
and in this other story is a key.
This key can unlock the first story,
and it, the first story, will open and fall away
it is as if, while being read, pages are vanishing,
and the story is the only thing that keeps on going
yet it leaves no trace.
The story is alive. The story is a life. The story is only now.
And now is the only story.
Anything else is folly.
Looking back serves only to repeat, write again same story
wouldn’t a new story - a now story - be better?
there is energy here to enliven whatsoever you choose as focus
choose well. wake up. keep turning the pages, to keep the story
alive!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Happy New Year!
May it be inspiring, enlightening, enlivening and heart opening for all of us...
cold day
sunny anyway
not a cloud
nor a sound
but for the fire
crackling
arising
awareness
awake
presence
love
manifest
peace
full
moon
warm
sun
moist
earth
cool, clear
water
inhabiting
dreams
dreaming
this
now world
awake
aware
energy
pulsing
between
bodies
across
our web
electrified
dreams
enlivening
this new earth
cold day
sunny anyway
not a cloud
nor a sound
but for the fire
crackling
arising
awareness
awake
presence
love
manifest
peace
full
moon
warm
sun
moist
earth
cool, clear
water
inhabiting
dreams
dreaming
this
now world
awake
aware
energy
pulsing
between
bodies
across
our web
electrified
dreams
enlivening
this new earth
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