Monthly Archives: December 2010

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THE METAPHOR OF THE LIGHTHOUSE

Over time, I’ve been thinking about the idea of a construction being — a place made — built as a allegory of something bigger — a larger symbolic idea. The idea relates to ancient symbolism for architecture — it’s never … Continue reading

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THE HEART OF GLASS

My Mother, in her ineffable gathering and gifting, passed along this small piece of glass, worn and earthen, one side, polished and melted, another — like the beached glass of old bottles, white glass, blue and softened hints of pastel … Continue reading

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VEINS OF LIGHT

Some time back, I’d gathered a grouping of enormous leaves — maple leaves, from hight into a mixed and old forest group, pushing into the inward channel side of the Olympic Mountains range — from there, leaves fell — forming … Continue reading

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LOVE INTIMACY

I was talking about love, charting ideas, exploring concepts at a client meeting; this was today — the notion of being connected, let’s say for now, spiritually, in a powerful and compelling way – that way of “in” being “in” … Continue reading

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THE STORM KING

THE STORM KING I was thinking about the storm, that’s been screeching up the canyon, winding through the forest channels, and up the long range of the south, coming up Brigantine Bay, running over the top of South Lopez Island. … Continue reading

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THE SENTINEL

Today has been a day of meditation — while there’s been good, to the examination of outcomes, it’s been a sad day as well. I think about passage – those that have been before. Brother — Matt L. Girvin. Former … Continue reading

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The silver blades | N E W M E X I C O

Out there, in the place that one might least expect it, there’s a spinning silver of the bladed windmill. Some of them reach to storing power — and have been, for decades before the large whirling windmills that array on … Continue reading

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The art of seeing closer: the magnifying glass

The art of seeing closer: the magnifying glass and the imagination of the ant SEEING CLOSER ….. When I was little, I put my head on the ground, in the grass, pretending I was an ant. I’d drag my head … Continue reading

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THE TOAST THAT CHEERS

When you hold a glass upwards and clink with another, the point would be — “what, exactly, are you doing?” I’ve thought about that — being someone that doesn’t drink — what really is the point of that effort, the … Continue reading

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TO BE, AND TO BEING

SIGNING, AND FINDING A WAY. HEADING back to my car, buried in the most dismal garage (that still has great windows) I was struck by this piece of advice. I took it, and kept on going. My point, to the … Continue reading

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