I passed this scene while walking home one evening last week. There is a large pipeline being installed in the neighborhood. If I had been passing it in a vehicle, I would not have thought of it for long at all.
Walking by it, from several angles, I felt painful to think that so much waste seems an inevitable outcome of growth.
Time for a paradigm shift.
an early reminder…
Back in Atlanta for a while…
Once again among the trees, the mysterious clouds, the traffic (and accident attorneys), the jets and the power lines woven through most upward glances.
And there’s noise here.
I’m adjusting… Slowly. And again.
Since 12/12/12, an underlying theme has been weaving itself through my days and nights: “Accept and allow Change. It arrives Slowly. Gradually.” I’m gathering that this is the natural way of things, in this Universe.
I feel immersed in a foreign culture, one that expects, prays for, longs for, immediate/rapid solutions to perceived problems. I also feel plunged into a “cold dunk”, to realize – gradually – that “perfection” NOT = joy/peace/contentment/happiness. And the “problems” may actually indicate their own solutions, if we take a deep breath and look at things from a different point of view.
Moving to Pagosa, I’ve been learning a little about patience and reliance without expectation. Allowing myself to be air-lifted by the hawks and ravens into the skies that change constantly and rapidly and reveal mysteries regularly. Accepting that -9 degrees F in Pagosa feels warmer than 37 degrees F in Atlanta. Home is where the heart is.
When I look back across most of my life, I see tremendous effort expended in attempting to establish ground rules, understand, control surroundings, relationships and outcomes, so that I can prepare myself appropriately. Knots.
Perhaps I’m almost at the point of simply flowing and receiving. I’m learning about Pagosa Time, Hopi Time, and taking My Time, while being thrust back into Atlanta Time.
Change permeates everything in my life right now, and I welcome the change where my energy is shifting towards posting more again. I hope I’ll be sharing various bits on my various blogs, according to topics (Ah, vestiges of control!): dreams, messages I’ve received, drawings, pictures and words…
Much is happening, it’s just quiet, slow and gradual, and most times there are no words sufficient.
I hope you’re all having a pleasant and peaceful beginning of 2013, and I look forward to traveling the year with you.
another view out my window…
I’m drawn to this image because of the many layers/dimensions… The frost on the glass, the window screen, the layer of trees beyond, the bank of clouds in the sky…
All impermanent, in different ways… And all transition due to different causes…
As I create this post, the frost has already disappeared, replaced by a new veil of rain falling.
It was 3° F when I woke up this morning…
Last night, when I arrived home from work at around 11:00 pm, I found some remarkable gifts/works of art on my window! It was tricky to clearly capture the textures of the frost (focus and light seemed to have a mind of their own), but the floral patterns were so remarkable, the technical details didn’t seem to matter…
It was also impossible to choose only one photo to share, so I hope you enjoy these several… And Happy 12/12/12!
A few days ago, rather than drive 10 miles to hike 4 miles, I decided just to walk the 2 miles into town.
As I crossed the bridge over a stream that I pass nearly every day, I relished that this time I could actually stop, take my time, and look down into the stream… I did a double-take!
Amidst the sepia monochrome of rocks, silt, branches, and fallen leaves… Well, see for yourself!
I stood there for a moment, rather awed to ponder how a keyboard (and a well-muddied one) could end up in a stream bed. It seems to have camouflaged itself, as if to hide its secrets.
Now, as I write, it occurs to me that this keyboard symbolizes several themes converging in my life lately.
Sometimes all we can do is marvel and appreciate, when the reasoning escapes us.
Here’s wishing you a day that lifts your spirits, totally beyond reason!
(This is my personal blog, most fit for general public consumption… If you’d like to check out my more esoteric interests, you can find out more here… Cheers!)
For some of us, it takes years of chasing an UnHoly Grail to learn that the real nectar floats on the breeze, free to all, if we can only quiet our rowdy minds long enough to notice it.
Thank you, posthumously, Linds Redding, for one more voice of sanity.
I just read enough of this excerpt from Linds’ essay to wake up again (it also links to the full article)…
…and remember and understand just a little better, why I’m here. Why we’re here. On Earth… In Pagosa… Or anywhere.
Linda was an ad exec. I was an architect. The two are quite similar, these days. I’m grateful to have stepped out of the madness when I did. No regrets.
Here’s wishing to you the drunken stupor of caring for oneself!
Please enjoy my latest video on YouTube: Chimney Rock Full Moon!
Charles Martinez offering his flute and music before beginning to play
The photos, film, and sounds were recorded during the Full Moon observation event at Chimney Rock National Monument near Pagosa Springs, Colorado, on September 29, 2012. Program by Archaeoastronomer Charles Sutcliffe; Native American flute music (and flute-making!) by Charles Martinez.
The event ended early due to a beautiful and dramatic electrical storm that came through that evening. This produced some amazing light in the Spires and surrounding landscape.
Packing up to begin the trek down the slope… surrounded by lightning!
Town Park, looking towards San Juan River
Wetlands along the San Juan in Old Town
Along the San Juan River, through Old Town
Dusk – County Road 119, near Hwy 84
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