"Cairn"
Canon G7x Mark II
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May we be victorious over all our fears. May we be happy without hope. May we genuinely be of benefit to all sentient beings. ~ Tibetan Buddhist Prayer ~ ~ |
"Cairn"
Canon G7x Mark II
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May we be victorious over all our fears. May we be happy without hope. May we genuinely be of benefit to all sentient beings. ~ Tibetan Buddhist Prayer ~ ~ |
"Mother and Child"
Parker River Wildlife Refuge
Canon G7x Mark II
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Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, that children understand; their stories and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the water of their lives. ~ Paul Coehlo ~ (via Alive On All Channels) ~ |
So the myth in our society is that people are competitive by nature and that they are individualistic and that they're selfish. The real reality is quite the opposite. We have certain human needs. The only way that you can talk about human nature concretely is by recognizing that there are certain human needs. We have a human need for companionship and for close contact, to be loved, to be attached to, to be accepted, to be seen, to be received for who we are. If those needs are met, we develop into people who are compassionate and cooperative and who have empathy for other people. So . . . the opposite, that we often see in our society, is in fact, a distortion of human nature precisely because so few people have their needs met. ~ Gabor Maté ~ (From Alive On All Channels)
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"I Love You THIS Much!"
Stacked Rockport Granite
On Exhibit At Pigeon Cove, Rockport
Nikon D800e
Nikkor 50.0mm 1.4 Lens
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It is not skill, knowledge, intellect, good luck or bad, but choosing to feel the strange notes of our wildness, for there is not nothingness despite the easy magic of despair. ~ Terrance Keenan ~
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(quote via Whiskey River)
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"Kinhin (walking meditation)"
Nikon D7200
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I am so grateful for these surprises.. Please, won't you join me in lifting a glass to the generous, anonymous artists who leave evocative, evanescent, art pieces out in the wild for all to enjoy? This activity is so subversive. It crosscuts the wearying and omnipresent message we all receive every minute of every day - "How could this be monetized?" These pieces are play for play's sake, exploration for exploration's sake and beauty for beauty's sake. |
"Five"
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It was in the low 40's with a 10-15mph breeze
yesterday at the refuge. Several
of the parking lots were
jammed with folks
with big glass
hoping for
a shot of
a snowy owl.
I found other, much
less hectic spots to be in,
places where the wind, the sun,
and the sky held sway.
Places where people
leave graceful stone
cairns for others
to enjoy.
Such generosity.
"Cairn"
Granite Blocks, Brick, Gravity, Friction
On the rocky edge of Pigeon Cove, below the
high tide mark, people clamber down
over the boulders to make cairns.
These small towers mostly
disappear when the
tide comes in
and
re-emerge
when the tide
slips out again.
They are testaments
to human's drive to create
in the face of impermanence
and precarity.
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If I never meet you in this life, First Sergeant Edward Welch - The Thin Red Line There were people that I've wanted to meet but never had the occasion to. This constitutes one kind of loss, one kind of regret. There were also people in whose presence I found myself over and over again but failed to truly meet because of walls erected by them or me or both of us. This constitutes the greatest loss and regret of all - a cold boulder of sorrow that I carry and find impossible to put down... |
N O W - “Spiritual path” is the hilarious popular term for those night-blind mesas and flayed hills in which people grope, for decades on end, with the goal of knowing the absolute. They discover others spread under the stars and encamped here and there by watch fires. In groups or alone, in the open landscape: they stop for a sleep, or for several years, and move along without knowing toward what or why. They leave whatever they find, picking up each stone, carrying it awhile, and dropping it gratefully and without regret, for it is not the absolute, though they cannot say what is. Their life's fine, impossible goal justifies the term “spiritual.” Nothing, however, can justify the term “path” for the bewildered and empty stumbling, this blackened vagabondage — except one thing: They don't quit. They stick with it. Year after year they put one foot in front of the other, though they fare nowhere. Year after year they find themselves still feeling for lumps in the dark.
The planet turns under their steps like a water wheel rolling: constellations shift without anyone's gaining ground. They are presenting themselves to the unseen gaze of emptiness. Why do they want to do this? They hope to learn to be useful.”
~ Annie Dillard ~
“For The Time Being”
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"Siddhartha bent down, picked up a stone from the ground, and weighed it in his hand. "This," he said playing with it, "is a stone, and will, after a certain time, perhaps turn into soil, and will turn from soil into a plant or animal or human being. In the past, I would have said: This stone is just a stone, it is worthless, it belongs to the world of the Maja; but because it might be able to become also a human being and a spirit in the cycle of transformations, therefore I also grant it importance. Thus, I would perhaps have thought in the past. But today I think: this stone is a stone, it is also animal, it is also god, it is also Buddha, I do not venerate and love it because it could turn into this or that, but rather because it is already and always everything-- and it is this very fact, that it is a stone, that it appears to me now and today as a stone, this is why I love it and see worth and purpose in each of its veins and cavities, in the yellow, in the gray, in the hardness, in the sound it makes when I knock at it, in the dryness or wetness of its surface. There are stones which feel like oil or soap, and others like leaves, others like sand, and every one is special and prays the Om in its own way, each one is Brahman, but simultaneously and just as much it is a stone, is oily or juicy, and this is this very fact which I like and regard as wonderful and worthy of worship. --But let me speak no more of this. The words are not good for the secret meaning, everything always becomes a bit different, as soon as it is put into words, gets distorted a bit, a bit silly--yes, and this is also very good, and I like it a lot, I also very much agree with this, that this what is one man's treasure and wisdom always sounds like foolishness to another person."
~ Hermann Hesse ~
Siddhartha
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