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Funny Times

June 25, 2015

funny as in Odd.

in a way, this Cloth is about Quantum Theory, about trying to Understand that.

is also about quantumtheoryofspirit: Cut the link. from person to Presence. Put the weight in

Presence.

Understanding what this might feel like. a little.

in the back, almost 12:00, Celia lays on her mother, Lucky Star. It's hot, yet she rests upon her mother. I love this about them. So much.

Rebecca Solnit said, in the Faraway Nearby

"To become a maker is to make the world for others, not only the material world but the world of ideas that rules over the material world, the dreams we dream and inhabit together" and at first, reading i thought YES!, but then immediately …..NO!

the world of ideas does NOT rule over. It is a world of itself. The "material world" is what it is. And the dream world that we inhabit together, yet another world. All Valid. All interconnective. All Beauty Full and all vital.

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5 responses to “Funny Times”

Marti

June 25, 2015

Is a maker a story teller? Can a quiet, simple life have meaning for others? I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I keep a folder with quotes that I want to remember or at least have at my fingertips and so tonight, I went to my filing cabinet and came across a good quote on story by the American writer and healer, Deena Metzger: I’m only going to copy a portion of the quote but these are the words that really hold me: Deena says,
“…Stories are maps and paths, they beckon to us so that we will know how to walk and how to live our lives…Many of us have discovered that the traditional paths are not sufficient for our lives or for these times and so it is a wondrous surprise and great gift that our own life stories, that the circumstances of each day, may, also be the most profound instructions for how to live.”

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grace

June 25, 2015

this is it, Marti.
Deena.
yes. the circumstances of each day
so much, this is IT.
there is maybe an hour left of this particular day, and i will go
Out
and sit and
see it for what it IS
absorb it.
Live it.
Take it in.
Listen. Watch.
Thank you So Much for her words………….

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Mo Crow

June 26, 2015

just read this and thought of you (((Grace)))
Music Is In The Piano Only When It Is Played
We are not one with this world. We are not
the complexity our body is, nor the summer air
idling in the big maple without purpose.
We are a shape the wind makes in these leaves
as it passes through. We are not the wood
any more than the fire, but the heat which is a marriage
between the two. We are certainly not the lake
nor the fish in it, but the something that is
pleased by them. We are the stillness when
a mighty Mediterranean noon subtracts even the voices of
insects by the broken farmhouse. We are evident
when the orchestra plays, and yet are not part
of the strings or brass. Like the song that exists
only in the singing, and is not the singer.
God does not live among the church bells
but is briefly resident there. We are occasional
like that. A lifetime of easy happiness mixed
with pain and loss, trying always to name and hold
on to the enterprise under way in our chest.
Reality is not what we marry as a feeling. It is what
walks up the dirt path, through the excessive heat
and giant sky, the sea stretching away.
He continues past the nunnery to the old villa
where he will sit on the terrace with her, their sides
touching. In the quiet that is the music of that place,
which is the difference between silence and windlessness.
by Jack Gilbert
soul clap hands
via Whiskey River
http://whiskeyriver.blogspot.com.au/2015/06/music-is-in-piano-only-when-it-is.html

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Tina

June 26, 2015

BEAUTIFUL ladies….words of comfort….words that give nourishment to the soul. Thankful BLESSINGS

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yvette

June 27, 2015

Mo, how beautiful!

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