August 2017
How can I Grieve?
August 28, 2017 10:18
How can I Grieve?
One year ago, this is the last week, you were on planet earth, residing in your corporal body. I have been thinking of you a lot lately. Just a few days ago, I searched for you in the night skies in Montana - up there in the Milky Way. I searched for you along the ridge, hoping to glimpse the protective stag upon the steep hill. I searched for you in the eyes of the grasshopper who came to see me before I left the mountains. I searched for you in the light glowing thru the grass flowers. I searched for you in the Corona of the Total Eclipse. But I was searching the physical world.
And you no longer reside here amongst the slow moving bodies. You are light speed and you are everywhere. You are in the light of the shooting star. You are in between the beat of my heart. You are the sound of the rushing stream and the flash of the lightning across the range. You are omnipresent…as you were meant to be. And that makes my heart smile and fill full. How can I grieve when I feel you present everywhere.
I do miss you though and that is an entirely different thing.
One year ago, this is the last week, you were on planet earth, residing in your corporal body. I have been thinking of you a lot lately. Just a few days ago, I searched for you in the night skies in Montana - up there in the Milky Way. I searched for you along the ridge, hoping to glimpse the protective stag upon the steep hill. I searched for you in the eyes of the grasshopper who came to see me before I left the mountains. I searched for you in the light glowing thru the grass flowers. I searched for you in the Corona of the Total Eclipse. But I was searching the physical world.
And you no longer reside here amongst the slow moving bodies. You are light speed and you are everywhere. You are in the light of the shooting star. You are in between the beat of my heart. You are the sound of the rushing stream and the flash of the lightning across the range. You are omnipresent…as you were meant to be. And that makes my heart smile and fill full. How can I grieve when I feel you present everywhere.
I do miss you though and that is an entirely different thing.
Time
August 03, 2017 11:45
This is a slow blog, written with many gaps of time. And yet trailing through, like a silver thread is the heart and soul of an artist always striving to look a little closer, a little deeper and to be honest and open.
In my Masters thesis, I began my work with a quote from Plato:
"Time is a reality, flowing apart from the events filling in."
I sometimes feel like "TIME" itself; flowing apart from the events filling it.
Am I a feather on the breeze or the breeze itself? If I am the breeze, am I unaware that I am moving and think that it is the feather that is moving? What is the continuum from moment to moment, breath to breath, lifetime to lifetime?
I come back to Plato:
"Time is a reality flowing apart from the Events filling it."
In my Masters thesis, I began my work with a quote from Plato:
"Time is a reality, flowing apart from the events filling in."
I sometimes feel like "TIME" itself; flowing apart from the events filling it.
Am I a feather on the breeze or the breeze itself? If I am the breeze, am I unaware that I am moving and think that it is the feather that is moving? What is the continuum from moment to moment, breath to breath, lifetime to lifetime?
I come back to Plato:
"Time is a reality flowing apart from the Events filling it."
Time
August 03, 2017 11:45
This is a slow blog, written with many gaps of time. And yet trailing through, like a silver thread is the heart and soul of an artist always striving to look a little closer, a little deeper and to be honest and open.
In my Masters thesis, I began my work with a quote from Plato:
I sometimes feel like "TIME" itself; flowing apart from the events filling it.
Am I a feather on the breeze or the breeze itself? If I am the breeze, am I unaware that I am moving and think that it is the feather that is moving? What is the continuum from moment to moment, breath to breath, lifetime to lifetime?
I come back to Plate:
"Time is a reality flowing apart from the Events filling it." Read More…
In my Masters thesis, I began my work with a quote from Plato:
"Time is a reality, flowing apart from the events filling in."
I sometimes feel like "TIME" itself; flowing apart from the events filling it.
Am I a feather on the breeze or the breeze itself? If I am the breeze, am I unaware that I am moving and think that it is the feather that is moving? What is the continuum from moment to moment, breath to breath, lifetime to lifetime?
I come back to Plate:
"Time is a reality flowing apart from the Events filling it." Read More…