Early Summer Afternoon

Redwing Blackbird,

Millipede,

Foxglove, Thistle,

Baby Barn Swallow

on a chain link fence,

Shadows

on the forest floor

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Images of Early Summer #2: Billy Frank jr Wildlife Sanctuary in July

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Images of Early Summer #1: Billy Frank jr Wildlife Sanctuary in June

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Tarot Journal #43: Ten of Pentacles/Ace of Disks

Folding and Unfolding:

A Continuing Experiment in Perception and Experience

Lately I have been focused on a process of opening myself to the world in a way that includes a search for an authentic and mindful approach to living. I was perceiving this as a journey outward into the world as I incorporated rituals and practices which kept me in tune with connection with the complexities of who I am. Now I am readjusting my view of the process as a simultaneous unfolding and folding process like a multi-dimensional topological thought experiment where I occupy a location at the center of an infinite labyrinth while simultaneously experiencing myself and the universe as the labyrinth itself. I feel as if I am working on integrating the two experiences into one life. This is an infinite self-experiment of folding and unfolding, a way of viewing, moment by moment, my place as both the cosmos and a tiny interconnected piece of an inconceivably complex and undefinable whole. I can constantly exist at the beginning and end of my journey and by shifting my focus perceive all the steps in between. It does not matter where I am but what point of view I take and my ability to perceive the whole and my part in it. I am not sure what difference it makes in my life, but I do know the more I can widen my perception of the universe and my place in it the less I worry about the past and the future and the more I appreciate the infinite possibilities of each moment.

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Tarot Journal #42: III The Empress/ 3 of Swords (sorrow)

Fully Living The Whole Experience of Life

In order to be fully alive, I must have contact with the grief and loss that I have experienced recently otherwise I will only skim the surface with no commitment to the depth of experience that binds me to others and brings me to a compassionate understanding of what it is to be engaged and truly alive. It is so easy to allow myself to be numb to pain and push it away, but when I am numb, I lose the capacity for joy and connection with the world. I live a shallow existence cut off from deep experience and oblivious to the suffering of others.

FOR WHAT BINDS US
by Jane Hirshfield

There are names for what binds us:
strong forces, weak forces.
Look around, you can see them:
the skin that forms in a half-empty cup,
nails rusting into the places they join,
joints dovetailed on their own weight.
The way things stay so solidly
wherever they’ve been set down —
and gravity, scientists say, is weak.

And see how the flesh grows back
across a wound, with a great vehemence,
more strong
than the simple, untested surface before.
There’s a name for it on horses,
when it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,

as all flesh,
is proud of its wounds, wears them
as honors given out after battle,
small triumphs pinned to the chest —

And when two people have loved each other
see how it is like a
scar between their bodies,
stronger, darker, and proud;
how the black cord makes of them a single fabric
that nothing can tear or mend.

From Of Gravity & Angels 

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