Lost in the Beauty Full Mysteries of Attraction

How many billions of leaves lay on the forest floor? I’m attracted to one of them. Why? I pick it up. Gingerly. It’s dry and fragile. I put it in my pocket. And hope that it does not turn to dust there. It joins other found objects brought home to ponder. Bones, bark, stones… attracted […]

Been a Long Time Coming…

A whole lot of sand has poured through the hourglass of my life since last I posted here I’ve lost people, places and things over the past many years and now find myself alone Near the western shores of the Great Lake Michigan “home of the good spirit” In the days before settlement, our area […]

being… with bees… and flies…

Raghu Rai suggested, “A photograph has picked up a fact of life, and that fact will live forever.” I’m not sure about the forever part. Yet an un-retouched photograph does seem to make a note of tiny factual fragments clipped out of the time and space continuum. But what do these facts mean? What was this […]

Back to the wabi-sabi of it all…

Here are two passages from Juniper that summarize wabi-sabi: The term wabi-sabi suggests such qualities as impermanence, humility, asymmetry, and imperfection. These underlying principles are diametrically opposed to those of their Western counterparts, whose values are rooted in the Hellenic worldview that values permanence, grandeur, symmetry, and perfection. … Wabi-sabi is an intuitive appreciation of a […]

Friday’s flower – interbeing

Thich Nhat Hanh wrote, “‘Looking deeply’ means observing something or someone with so much concentration that the distinction between observer and observed disappears. The result is insight into the true nature of the object. When we look into the heart of a flower, we see clouds, sunshine, minerals, time, the earth, and everything else in […]

Porch cave meditation

the beautiful way: weather and time returning the cedar to earth (click photograph for larger view) A seed in the earth grows into a cedar tree which men harvest and fabricate into lumber. I fashion the boards into my porch; which serves me for 25 years; only to be reclaimed by the atmosphere; due, in part, […]