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

Posted on July 30, 2022 by randomyriad

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

Posted on July 29, 2022 by randomyriad

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

Posted on July 28, 2022 by randomyriad

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)

Posted on July 26, 2022 by randomyriad

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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Making Every Life a Better Place to Live.

Posted on July 25, 2022 by randomyriad

“When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed.”

Fred Rogers

Zen pretty much comes down to three things — everything changes; everything is connected; pay attention. 

― Jane Hirshfield

“There are days when I can’t live in this country. Not the whole thing at once, including the hateful parts, the misogyny, the brutal disregard of the powerful for the powerless. Sometimes I can only be a citizen of these trees, this rainy day, the family I can hold safe, the garden I can grow. A fire that refuses to go out.”

–Barbara Kingsolver

EYES TO SEE

 franck_(notes/silence) Guan Yin (Compassion

Jesus said: that he who has ears to hear…
He echoes the passage of Isaiah 32:3: “The eyes of those who see will no longer be closed. The ears of those who hear will listen.”

Here and there, no one is without ears to hear or eyes to see. Simply, the organs are hidden, unusable as they are.
All have eyes to see, but do not see, all have oreiles to hear, but do not hear. Through these words, the deep nature of man is.

The deep heart of man can always see and hear the word of Isaiah,
the presence of Jesus invites to remove the layers of the ocultant filters to see.
In the previous verse, Isaiah speaks of the abundance of this divine nature: 32:2: “Every man will be a refuge from the storm, a stream in the desert.”


The dryness of the soul is no more, the violence and fear of man who goes through life without seeing or hearing, without letting his deep heart open and are no more.
Thus hatched, it in turn becomes a source of life, refuge or rock to shelter all its brothers.
Without this openness, he is condemned to remain in the worlds of fear, ignorance, violence, to suffer from lack, to dry up lack, to dry up osus the blazing sun.

-Franck Joseph

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