I walk around and look at stuff. With George. Continue reading “What I Do”
Nothing I can say about this evening. Just watch it. Continue reading “Sky Candy”
Todays vocabulary words:
Awakening coming into existence or awareness.
Requiescence a state of rest or repose; peace, quiet.
Astaak is the native name for the point on which I built my home. It means the sun comes out. It overlooks Abbecombec, which is the native word for a wide curving bay and also the name of the village below my home along whose beaches I stroll almost daily.
As powerful as I think the image I posted above is in conveying so much of the meditative experience of walking along this incredible beach at extreme low tide, alone but for George and the sea birds, with the fog sliding in and out, the constantly changing light of the mist obscured sun floating hither and thither to make illusions of ghosts running past and of fleeting mystic sparkling apparitions dancing in wet shining mirrors–moving, shifting, alive, but so still and quiet–it’s not enough. It’s never enough. You had to be there.
But here’s another opportunity to transport yourself down to this magical place with me and George on a Saturday morning in September. Continue reading “Emptiness”
Get in touch with nature. Really and deeply and truly in touch.
Find peace and quiet. Solitude.
Be here, in the moment, take time to meditate, to just soak it all in, and to let it all go. Let your soul free and let your dreams become real.