Still alive after driving in Palermo, Sicily
It’s going to be okay. San Jose, Costa Rica
Restoration after viewing the ceramics collection, Victoria & Albert Museum, London
Friendly pub in Cardiff, Wales
Hot, thirsty, tired in Salamanca, Spain
Nothing says the joy of summer to me more than a couple of drinks in a far away place.
This week’s photo challenge asks us to share a photo that says summer lovin’. It could be your favorite novel, the light of the moon on your deck at night, the beach on a hot day, or that special you-know-who. Get creative!
Mirrors are nets for light and objects.
These are images from the Hall of Mirrors at the Palace of Versailles just outside of Paris. This grand hall has 17 mirrored arches which draw in the light from the opposite windows. At the time of construction (about 1680) mirrors were one of the most expensive objects to obtain, and the republic of Venice held the monoply on their manufacture. It was in this hall that the treaty ending World War I was signed. (more at Wikipedia here)
This week’s photo challenge asks us to show containers. “This week, share your own vision of a container you find interesting. You can take the challenge as literally as you want — a box of chocolates, a broken bottle, your town’s water tank, an empty shell on the beach. Or go in a more figurative direction — from the skin that wraps our body to the comfort of a hug, we all constantly hold and are held by other things and other people.” See other responses to this challenge here.
As I entered my stifling hot car yesterday afternoon, I turned on the air conditioning. Then I switched on the radio, and I was immediately smacked upside the head by an interview with Anita Moorjani. She was recounting the lessons she learned from her near death experience. She spoke of how we are each unique Beings with our own unique purpose. And then she said “if your only purpose is to be you, you cannot fail”.
Anita Moorjani reminded me of my personal struggle between being versus doing. I spent decades working as a software developer. I was an analytic drudge. It was pure joy of an odd sort. It’s a kind of thinking that is actually a doing. It became my mode of living, instead of just a way to make a living.
The Source delivers frequent blessings in the form of reminders that our fulfillment comes in Being, not doing. Imagination versus analysis. Creativity versus productivity. Playtime versus homework. I’m reminded of the resentful Martha asking Jesus why he allowed Mary to sit around soaking up his wisdom with the rest of the disciples, instead of helping with the cooking & serving & dishes & cleaning. I know exactly how Martha feels. When I’m busy living like a Martha, I forget that I was born to be a Mary.
If imagination is the playground of the mind, then perhaps creativity is the playground of the Soul.
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.
- John Muir
Lost & found – a couple of rescue dogs.
This week’s photo challenge is CONTRASTS. See other interpretations here.
Share your own photo showing a CONTRAST. Join me in navel-gazing, or show us something more everyday — your cat cuddled up with your dog, a red car in front of a yellow house, a figure silhouetted against a setting sun. Try a less literal take and snap a shot of the John Grisham and Shakespeare volumes sharing space on your bookshelf, or go totally figurative and share an image of a person you find full of contrasts.
“Look at that!”
“There! It’s the smallest hummingbird I have ever seen!”
“I see it now! You’re right! Look at it fly backwards!”
“It’s a bug…”
The hummingbird hawk-moth … Its long proboscis and its hovering behaviour, accompanied by an audible humming noise, make it look remarkably like a hummingbird while feeding on flowers. – Wikipedia
While her parents offered baked goods at a Wisconsin weekend market, their daughter slept peacefully on the sidewalk behind them.
Eckhart Tolle’s spiritual transformation came in the midst of a deep psychological crisis – his dark night of the soul. No way out of life as he knew it, no relief in life or its opposite. In the depths of this dark night he saw his Light. It reminds me of the truth that you can’t get there from here — when life is a polarity, when we are backed into the far end of a pole and we loath its opposite — we can’t get free by embracing the opposite, or moving the middle. We see only a line, and then our Source shows us a triangle. I think our species is in its own dark night of the soul. We really can’t go on as we have been. Yesterday I watched James Hansen’s TED talk “Why I must speak out about climate change”. Today I saw a trailer on Spiritbath for a film called “The Shift”. I don’t know what form the change will take, but I do know that we can’t get there from here. We must transform if we are to have a future.