THE SITE AND THE SIGHTING
THE OLD WAY OF LOOKING Some journeys take you to vistas that bring you to another visioning of the idea of place -- how to site, for sight. The fortress, the seabound light turret, the castle might, the ocean wall, the ringed labyrinth, the mountain village, the monastery, the ancient city -- mounted high, rock surveilling -- looking out over the expanse. These sited rocks, stone on stone -- peering out, piercing the horizon with lines of sight, the long line of visioning starts with the...
MAINTAINING
SOMETIMES, IT'S BETTER LEFT UNDONE WALKING OUT THE OLD WAY, BACK BEHIND THE SHEDS AND BY WAYS OF THE MODERN I saw this old door, and was reminded that perhaps it's better to leave things be, let them show their age, turning down -- turning back, peeling in time. As I looked at the bright and shiny doors, the polished wood working, I think that it might be going two ways. One, the presumption of the shine might be to the future, the protection against the aged. Then, the other would be that in...
SPEAK, MEMORY
THE INFORMATION OF EXPERTISE, THE FORMATION IN -- EXPERIENCE As I reach back, deep, into the heart of what drives me, (and you, and anyone) I'm referencing -- carrying, referring, holding messages and imprints from the past. But that re-collecting, it's really about "forming." When I capture the idea of memory, it is about the meaning -- the mean of mind. Information -- being, in form, molding, grasping, holding -- and forming. That forming creates that form, which is the grasp of beauty (or...
THE DREAMER AND THE WHOLE
WANDERING IN THE DREAM could be dream for you There is invention, liberty, the floating ideal -- the wandering that frees the mind and the physical, to drifting in the mist of mind and memory to new composites of experience. Learning, there. What happens in the dream, happens in the living -- there is one: the imagining. And there is two, the fulfillment. It could be the dream for you. Diving in, dreamscape, symbols and lessons emerge -- and the soul and the emotions of physicality...
Think, Don’t Even…
I was thinking... No I wasn't. When I contemplate the idea of thinking, I wonder -- what's the point? What I wonder about is the link between the state of dreaming, and the state of thinking. Isn't the examination of the dream state not far from the lift of thinking? That takes me to meaning. In the ancient meditations on the nature of the word(s) -- there is always something that lies beneath. That idea of something lying beneath is where thinking lives, in the silent observatory. Considering...
THE RIGHT WAY
WAYFINDING, THE SIGN, MOVING TO THE RIGHT PATH There is an art in the design of wayfinding, that links to the notion of the rightful way. A sign points -- and where do I go? Is that -- right? What is right, turning in the path of the sun, which might be in the one solution -- the light-filled movement. In others, it is the darker and more shadowed way. I go both, to the intuited calling -- seeing there, I ponder: "which, to the sensing is right -- for that moment?" In the legacy of finding the...
CRAZY DANCE
IN THE OPENING OF ANY DAY THE IDEA OF BEING SLIGHTLY CRAZY SETS THE PACE FOR WHAT COULD BE CELEBRATING THE GRANDEST BREATH IN. OR -- EXHALING YOUR LAST. You never know. It's not that every day could have a crazy dance, but most should -- starting a springing: sprung, in the origin of creative movement might be a good strategy for the inspiration of any Dawn. Dawn comes, but once a day -- perhaps she should be celebrated. Walking the bitter cold, writhing iced winds at that time -- just past...
THE LADDER OF THE EARTH
WALKING LONG, THIS PATH When I look out to the horizon, I can see that there is a ladder, it's the sequence of step, on step, on step: wrung rung -- but while it's flat on the earth, I'm dreaming that it's going skyward. Every rung, each stride, takes one past the plane of present, in the next plateau, a plain -- crosses higher, farther out, beyond where we just were. Looking out, the drawn perspective of the ladder, in the imagining of that sequencing, that imagination of one plane turns to...
THE OPENING DREAM
While there is swing, and drift, the calligraphy of the black wing -- like the curling path of the Raven, there in the morninglight, with the spatter of rain, the sun just glimmers through. I can only dream that today will reveal something remarkable -- something, literally -- to re-mark, to notate, to scribe in the movements that might -- in the alphabetic legacy, reach back 600 years. Or in the rhythm running the thread of time -- re-mark something 2000 years back. Any day, there should be a...
THE TUNNEL
DARK, THEN LIGHT. AGAIN. I'm going from dark, to light -- then back again. I'm walking into the dark time; then back to the light time. But any path, light, and dark -- that is the Beauty way. You wind, and turn, enter and egress -- and keep going. To the Beauty. I'm thinking about the rhythm of experience -- the ups and downs, ins and outs, the good and the bad -- and the perpetual tunnel that reveals, then disappears. Walking anywhere, there are moments when the light comes bursting forth...