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I've had it in my head and been singing it all day, much to poor B's dismay.;)Chocolate bunny ears for breakfast make me feel...funny.
Last night we went to a beautiful gathering at my friend Roseline's house/gallery/'atelier'. Always an international experience there...love the mix of cultures and accents and FOODS! mmm the smells alone...ginger and cumin and rosemary ohmY..:)Colorful artworks all around. Fireplace going. Selima had made a basketfull of bright colored paper scrolls tied with contrasting color strings..and we each were to take one, open it and read aloud. She had handwritten quotes and poems from all different spiritual traditions...many many Rumi poems. It was a beautiful way to end the night.Here is one of my favorites that was read:The Guest House.
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__carina__ to the train station...and it was such a beautiful day that instead of driving home I end up driving to my 'magic bay' to welcome spring and celebrate Easter in my own quiet grateful way. I sat in the car a while, the sun sooo warm on my face without the wind. Then I got out for a walk.
Impulsive rituals deepened in meaning as I became involved in them...dragging a large drying cluster of reeds with its attached community of mussels back to the water became a strong metaphor. Perhaps it was hopeless but how could I leave it there when it took so little effort on my part to bring it back to water. I watched it float half-submerged like a strange small island...drifting off slowly into deeper waters...and I thought about many things.
Then Pebbles as mantra,counting, writing, symbols. I don't know if there is anything as potent for me as holding and peering closely at a stone on the beach. The wonder rolls through me...time, matter, the planets, this fragile moment of life.
I am so ready for Spring. To open windows and let the air through...in my house and myself.To have my senses reawaken to sounds and smells and to shed these layers and come back to life...again and again.
I've had it in my head and been singing it all day, much to poor B's dismay.;)Chocolate bunny ears for breakfast make me feel...funny.
Last night we went to a beautiful gathering at my friend Roseline's house/gallery/'atelier'. Always an international experience there...love the mix of cultures and accents and FOODS! mmm the smells alone...ginger and cumin and rosemary ohmY..:)Colorful artworks all around. Fireplace going. Selima had made a basketfull of bright colored paper scrolls tied with contrasting color strings..and we each were to take one, open it and read aloud. She had handwritten quotes and poems from all different spiritual traditions...many many Rumi poems. It was a beautiful way to end the night.Here is one of my favorites that was read:The Guest House.
Today I brought
__carina__ to the train station...and it was such a beautiful day that instead of driving home I end up driving to my 'magic bay' to welcome spring and celebrate Easter in my own quiet grateful way. I sat in the car a while, the sun sooo warm on my face without the wind. Then I got out for a walk.Impulsive rituals deepened in meaning as I became involved in them...dragging a large drying cluster of reeds with its attached community of mussels back to the water became a strong metaphor. Perhaps it was hopeless but how could I leave it there when it took so little effort on my part to bring it back to water. I watched it float half-submerged like a strange small island...drifting off slowly into deeper waters...and I thought about many things.
Then Pebbles as mantra,counting, writing, symbols. I don't know if there is anything as potent for me as holding and peering closely at a stone on the beach. The wonder rolls through me...time, matter, the planets, this fragile moment of life.
I am so ready for Spring. To open windows and let the air through...in my house and myself.To have my senses reawaken to sounds and smells and to shed these layers and come back to life...again and again.
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Date: 2005-03-28 07:49 pm (UTC)Much may be done in those little shreds and patches of time, which every day produces, and which most men throw away, but which nevertheless will make at the end of it no small deduction for the life of man.
--C. C. Colton
An Internet Philosophy
The 'Net is viewed as many things - a marketing channel for consumer sales, a place to have opinions with anonymity, a new way to file your income taxes, and a goldmine for purveyors of illicit materials. In the last several years it has become a financial windfall to some lucky (so far) holders of overvalued stocks, and a panacea to every corporation looking for some miracle that will make their 19th century company into a success in the 21st.
What it really is, if you can filter out all the hoopla and posturing, is the most unique communications medium ever invented. It may not stay that way, but since 1994 or so, it has been the most democratic forum since the village marketplace was invented. For an moderate startup cost and minimal operating fee, anyone can set up their own market stall, crank up their own online printing press, or buy from the seller of their choice, in a world where distance, for the first time, is truely no object.
Steven Wright has a line that says "Anywhere is walking distance, if you have the time." On the 'Net, all you have to do is click. The time is pretty much the same whether you are trying to reach Chicago or Chickamauga (or Chile or China, for that matter).
To be honest, this is a medium with vast potential for missuse. A really brief scroll through Usenet newsgroup titles or some of the unsolicited e-mail you may receive will give you an idea of what I mean. As will a search on many innocent sounding words on many of the popular search engines. And if you think the 'Net is cluttered with advertising and other useless stuff NOW, just wait a bit. It only gets worse from here. Read up on 'Entropy' and you'll know what I mean. The world spirals toward more chaos, not less.
These things aside, this is also a medium with the potential for tremendous volumes of worthwhile communications. Think about it. You can query the collective wisdom on 10,000 subjects; You can join into chat sessions with people you've always heard about but never dreamed you'd get a chance to converse with; You can find old friends, plan a trip to Yosemite, search for a job in Kokomo, check the weather in Belize, browse the Library of Congress, perform a patent search, look at pictures from the Hubble Space Telescope..... One keystroke or mouse click can jump you to a spot anywhere on the planet.
And think about e-mail for a minute. WHO in their right mind, in the age of Video rentals, the cell phone, and body piercing, whould have predicted that letter-writing would be all the rage at the close of the 20th century?
The Web is a particularly rich segment of the 'Net, and has become a place where companies and organizations provide a vast array of services and information.
What is especially unique about the Web is the contribution individuals can make. Most of the really good resources on the net are avocations - the desired passtimes or interests of individuals. A cross between a desire for self-expression and a belief in some form of contribution to the common good. (Or perhaps some egotistical need for of self-expression. But be mindful that one man's trash is another man's favorite web page.)
I probably fall somewhere in the middle of that spectrum, and, as Dave Letterman once said, "Anything worth doing is worth doing to excess. I certainly know the meaning of excess....
Why do I do this? Joanne (my spouse) considers it an obsession, though it is preferable to most traditional vices. In actual point of fact, when I started doing this in 1994 and there were only a few thousand fledgeling web sites out there -- it was an experiment.
Over time the experiment has become an avocation and taken on a life of its own. Yes, I do have a day job, and yes, I do have a life. But it's amazing what you can do when you are not fond of TV and sleep less than the average bloke.
The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.
--Albert Einstein
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Date: 2005-03-28 08:08 pm (UTC)happy easter
Date: 2005-03-29 02:42 am (UTC)i thought you might find it of interest and relating to your artwork, if you haven't seen it already.
take care.
Re: happy easter
Date: 2005-04-01 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-29 02:49 am (UTC)