coming into being

...into the great beyond

(The Monk and the Moon, 2011)

(The Great Beyond by Jacob Moon)

i first heard jacob moon's music over ten years ago,  and have been a fan ever since.  this song, in particular, made a tremendous impact on me from the first moment i heard it, so i was really excited to find a new live version of it today, and thought it would pair well with this image.  if you enjoy this song, you can check out more of jacob's music here.

talking in circles

Circles create soothing space, where even 

reticent people can realize their voice is welcome.

-Margaret J. Wheatley

art is contemplation

art is contemplation.  it is the pleasure of the mind

which searches into nature and which there

divines the spirit of which nature herself is animated.

-auguste rodin (1840-1917)

awaiting the birth-hour

everything is gestation and then bringing forth.  to let each impression and each germ of a feeling come to completion quite in itself, in the dark, in the inexpressible, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one's own understanding, and await with deep humility and patience the birth-hour of a new clarity:  that alone is living the artist's life - in understanding as in work.

-rainer maria rilke (1875-1926)

stretched

a mind that is stretched by a new experience

 can never go back to its old dimensions.

-oliver wendell holmes (1841-1935)

granny's garden revisited

gentle lady, mother of nine,

widowed too young -

no time to grieve;

times were hard,

life had to go on.

in your golden years,

when you could take some ease,

you planted the whole front yard

of the house on clemson street

with flowers -

an outpost of eden.

you were already white-haired

and worn

when i came along.

i loved the way you poured your coffee

into the saucer for me -

laced with sugar and lots of cream.

you would pat my hand,

and say:  come sit near granny

and i would snuggle up beside you,

my head, resting on your  bosom.

i did not know then

what i know now -

how age and the cares of this world

catch up with us in the end.

how i wish i could roll back time

and join you in your garden

once again....

-stacy wills (4/21/9012)