The Sun is coming down. ALREADY? It is ONLY 4PM. Short Days. I think about Iceland and the people over there. The whole family of beings. Is Life without the Sun possible? Only Temporary. This is what the Nights are all about.
06 January 2017
The Days are Short
Fells Reservation, Massachusetts
The Sun is coming down. ALREADY? It is ONLY 4PM. Short Days. I think about Iceland and the people over there. The whole family of beings. Is Life without the Sun possible? Only Temporary. This is what the Nights are all about.
The Sun is coming down. ALREADY? It is ONLY 4PM. Short Days. I think about Iceland and the people over there. The whole family of beings. Is Life without the Sun possible? Only Temporary. This is what the Nights are all about.
04 January 2017
The Water is Back
Fells Reservation, Massachusetts
Fells has been bone-dry for months. Our first hike in the New Year. And the First Surprise. The Water is Back. Streams amid icicles. Ponds, pools. Gurgling, mirroring. I LOVE IT.
Fells has been bone-dry for months. Our first hike in the New Year. And the First Surprise. The Water is Back. Streams amid icicles. Ponds, pools. Gurgling, mirroring. I LOVE IT.
01 January 2017
25 December 2016
The Rhythm of Waves
If I ever have to get away from it all,..., there is simply nothing better than to climb out onto a rock, and sit for hours with nothing in sight but sea and sky. Although the rhythm of the waves beats a kind of time, it is not clock or calendar time. It has no urgency. It happens to be timeless time. I know that I am listening to a rhythm which has been just the same for millions of years, and it takes me out of a world of relentlessly ticking clocks. Clocks for some reason or other always seem to be marching, and, as with armies, marching is never to anything but doom. But in the motion of waves there is no marching rhythm. It harmonizes with our very breathing. It does not count our days. Its pulse is not in the stingy spirit of measuring, of marking out how much still remains. It is the breathing of eternity, like the God Brahma of Indian mythology inhaling and exhaling, manifesting and dissolving the worlds, forever.
ALAN WATTS, The Water
21 December 2016
Return of The Sun
Today is the longest night. Those Nights. Feels Spooky. Even when Stars light the way. Perhaps this is the reason why they miss me. WELCOME BACK !
16 December 2016
A Piece of Glacier Lives On
Lake George, Mount Rainier National Park
I walk along the Lake’s edge. Nested in the bowl sculpted by Glacier before melting away. Sparkling. Coloring. Still Here.
I walk along the Lake’s edge. Nested in the bowl sculpted by Glacier before melting away. Sparkling. Coloring. Still Here.
12 December 2016
Granite Forest
Dogtown forest, Cape Ann, Massachusetts
In the midst of Cape Ann. Where Glaciers had rolled granite Boulders from afar and left them here thousands of years ago. They have since been adopted by life in the forest. It is late autumn. Trees are without leaves. Allowing the Boulders to be seen. Sitting on the rustling carpet. Taking in the breath of forest. And giving IT back.
In the midst of Cape Ann. Where Glaciers had rolled granite Boulders from afar and left them here thousands of years ago. They have since been adopted by life in the forest. It is late autumn. Trees are without leaves. Allowing the Boulders to be seen. Sitting on the rustling carpet. Taking in the breath of forest. And giving IT back.
