Thank You

To the many who dropped, and continue to do so,
seeds of wisdom, love, friendship and learning:
Mindy, Jacob, Ben Avi, Boodha of course, Dad, Mom, Dena, Ely, Michael, M. Fagin, Y. Posner, M. Koch, T. Hogan (always there), C. E. Boles, Curtis Besinger, Ludwig von Beethoven, C. Thyssen, E. Thyssen, R. Lovland, Jim Morrison, P. Metheny, B. Berkebile, the Hawk that sat outside my window, M. Bloom, Rachel Berlman, Bernard Gately, Jack London, Andy Bettman, D. Luckey, John Heider, Mr. Wright, George Nakashima, Alvar Aalto, J. Visser, Bill W. & Dr. Bob, M. Weiner, J. Wright (where are you?), J. "Flash" Fleisher, Ken Kern, Charles Kilgen III (friends forever), L. Mooney, L. Chirea, that deer who came to my house, R. Beegle, Abrham L. Hess, Helen Auerbach, Henry Hess, O. Mountain Oak, H. Daniel, Rav Fleisher, A. Bornstein, Rav S. Talve, Rav J. Goodman, D. Hollander, T. Woolsey, B. Benjamin, Paul Keebler, Basho, Bruce Goff, M. O'Connor, J. Page, the doctors and staff at Children's Hospital St. Louis, Anne J., P. Chodron, J. Flotken, Joelle (a soul true to herself), Helen P., D. Droege, Kate P., Dr. P. Smith, Anais Nin, Oriah Mountain Dreamer, M.J. Colagiovanni, Ghandi, J. Adorney (music that healed), G. Black, Verlee Lamb Clark, J. Fitzgerald, B.K.S. Iyengar, Gefen, S. Schwartz, D. Polinsky and many new friends lately and all of those anonymous souls on the path.
I am deeply indebted to my spiritual advisor, Victor, who has opened my eyes to love, peace, especially forgiveness and the courage to live within and cherish life as it is.

And my apologies to those that I may have not remembered.

23 November 2010

It was still

The forest was still so so still
Shhhhhh hear the voices
Be still listen closely
She asked where was the joy?


Last Sunday we hiked into a deep valley in a Missouri forest. The stillness was profound. Only saw a small woodpecker or two. A bluebird. They too were silent. No wind. Cool fall air.Trees were bare. The creek was bone dry. We listened for the joy, it was revealing itself, just a little. I am touched deeply by this capsule of time and space. Find this music by Mark Barnes, Temporary Infinity on Temporal Infinity.

Wrapped

The earth is our floor
Horizon our walls
Sky our roof
She wraps us with a blanket.


Commentary:
Who is "she"? Our spouse? our Mother? G-d? our lover? Perhaps it's our best friend. All gender aside. Is it that desire for the warmth, love, understanding, and hugs. We open our souls to the greater goodness of life. At times it's a scary place....space. Often we stand alone, naked, unprotected in those dangerous places. Knowing that we are wrapped, safe, we go forth bravely, open, with an empty mind, to explore and accept what we find.

13 November 2010

The Sound of Peace by John Fluker

Sitting here drawing, Boodha asleep at my feet. The cold fall has begun, it is brisk. Sky is moist and gray. Up pops this piano artist, John Fluker....his music on this album reaches right in there and gives you a touch. http://www.johnfluker.com/  the album is The Sound of Peace. Here is a sketch to accompany this very touching music. Wings...souring....reaching out....looking within.....joy.

08 November 2010

Fall Color

Yesterday we walked the Missouri Botanical Garden and it was a glorious fall day of magnificent colors. We happened upon this flower, and were overcome with color and filtered light. The entire walk became a wonderment and discussion of the quality of filtered light and color only available during the fall season. My mind drifted to Tim Wheater's flute in "Reverence", this will help to quiet the mind and allow the moment to be.

01 November 2010

Poem #3

Pain
Oh lustful pain
has come to visit again
I yearn to know
or better to grow
Let me know you
be my friend
often a foe
Reveal your light
remain as you are
I love you