Let the image look back at you and rest in this interactivity. Commune with the icon because its purpose is to connect us to God. Let the icon, the experience, the beauty of a landscape address both those neglected issues and summon the best within us. The icon, the text like nature leads to contemplation. In these moments of grace consonance and dissonance are resolved. Icons for me are an invitation to silence, peace and an ordered way of life. They lead me back to the monastery of the heart.
No matter how deeply I go down into myself my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.
– Rainer Maria Rilke
The night will give you a horizon wider than you can see.
– David Whyte
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Sometimes we can stare so hard
that the object of our gaze
a woman’s face, birch trees
near a waterfall, a painting
of apples around a blue vase
will seem no longer fleeting
What does it mean, the word Eternal?
Staring at some scene, we can think,
briefly, that it has always rested
before us. Looking into the shadows
of a woman’s eyes can spark a moment
with neither beginning nor end.
Or a painting may so ignite us
that the minutewill be blown open
and we wander dazed across the blue
checked cloth and curves of red fruit.
How dangerous are such occasions
They impede our headlong rush
by keeping us from imagining
those bright targets against which
we hope to cast our shot
Don’t our goals always lie ahead?
Aren’t we enemies of the stationary
but in this glance we…
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In the coming months I will be writing devotionals from the sayings of Anthony of Egypt as translated by Benedict Ward and scholars of the Coptic Church. Because of these two sources I can offer the sayings of Anthony and the comment that I write. These sayings tell us something about the great monk but […]
The freezing snow and ice gave me inspiration to do something new. I took a small bowl of water, placed old rusty leaves under the water then froze both in the fridge. I later took out the bowl, poured a little warm water on the top of the ice (already formed), to allow the new ice to melt a little. Tiny bubbles and broken ice appeared, that in turn gave substance to the ice. I then re=froze. This morning I took the “Ice” bowl outside, then using a Lumix LX7 camera, I took these photos. I have edited many to an abstract mode. Eve
“A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.”
― Carl Reiner
The Piano Concerto No. 2 in F minor, Op. 21, is a piano concerto composed by Frédéric Chopin in 1830. Chopin wrote the piece before he had finished his formal education, at around 20 years of age. It was first performed on 17 March 1830, in Warsaw, Poland, with the composer as soloist. It was the second of his piano concertos to be published (after the Piano Concerto No. 1), and so was designated as “No. 2”, even though it was written first.
The work contains the three movements typical of instrumental concertos of the period:
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life wants me to continue the journey. Finally it feels like movement, the breaking up of rigidity. Possibilities are there, charged with remembering laughter, changing movement of life. Exploring the deep places, explore personal dreams, plans, pains and laughter. Time lost is returned. Old and new fit tighter, finding the path of our life, we reflect from deep places. Ice sculpture only lasts in the freezing. This is thawing time. Thaw in the silence. Image sitting alone ice fishing, fishing on a separated chunk of ice, visit the shore. connections and disconnection, allow both, learn from both.
My last five posts of 2019 are reruns of five of the most viewed posts on this site during the year. Every Wind Every wind loses itself, no matter where it starts. I want a little piece of you. No. I want your atmosphere bundled in a small rice paper packet and labeled with strings […]
All around us are signs and symbols we dismiss them with our “modern” thinking too sophisticated are we too busy with our smart phones inane chatter busyness as our shield The People knew Source speaks to us with whispers in the wind ideas tumbling over rocks in the stream birds in three bringing messages, coincidences […]