My online journal sharing interests in photography, nature, coffee life, journaling, fountain pens, bicycling, spirituality and asking deep questions.
Before we can be poets, we must practice: imitation is a very good way of investigating the real thing.
Mary Oliver
I don’t know about you but this lifesize sculpture at the Benson Sculpture Garden looks like the real thing. Please checkout the link about the gardens. There are presently 178 sculptures in this garden. I could spend hours there. My assumption is these artists has been practicing for quite some time.
I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me.
Hermann Hesse
I’ve had difficulty over the past few months of staying within the pages of books. I found myself losing interest after a few pages and noticing the need to reread paragraphs. I enjoy reading books for the knowledge gained from them and their ability to transform me with some planted seed. I realized that there has been a lot going on in my life that is distracting which has brought on lifestyle changes. However, I believe that the books we read are not the only tool for transformation because there is a teacher within all of us when we look for it. So, maybe I no longer need to seek in the stars or in books but turn inward to hear the teachings.
Met with the hematologist today and cancer is ruled out from the bone marrow biopsy. We just need to work on increasing my iron to bring up those platelet numbers. Hoping you enjoyed your day!
“What does it require to read a book? It requires time, quiet, patience, attentiveness to the written words, imagination and emotions.” Ilia Delio
Reading a book is experiential. The reader and writer merge within the pages. Each experience is unique. Enlightening. Transforming. Magical. Get lost in one, or found. Race through one or chew on one for weeks. And, reread one once in a while. We need books.
Reading the book of nature requires the same time, quiet, patience, attentiveness to its words, imagination and emotions. It is just as experiential. Enlightening. Transforming. Magical. Go for a walk. Meander through a nature area or around the block and read its words. We need nature.
Or, go spend time in nature, bring along a book, or two, and find a quiet place to read.
This past weekend I met a friend at one of our malls. One of those places that was a field of flowers, grass and trees and home to all kinds of critters. Now it’s concrete, asphalt and retail stores. Anyway this young girls older sister was having a birthday party so of course she was not included. Dad’s assignment was to keep her preoccupied. When she saw this bronze statue she quickly ran up to the bench and sat on it. Then as a young child of her age she shared her sunglasses with the bronze boy. Dad agreed to let me take a photo. And one is all I took.
“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.” ― Charles William Eliot
“Our religion is not one of paint and feathers; it is a thing of the heart.” – follower of Handsome Lake, Seneca
