This one is for Terry.
Originally posted on in the life and mind of an artist...:
Channeling info re: dimensions: Thursday morning, 11:16 am
Imagine the layers of the onion. Yet this is only our tangible material 3-D version. It is actually an energy field reaching out in a holographic effect perhaps like the spokes of a great wheel, same being repeated over and over again in ever increasing growth. Such as it always shall be.
Like the petals of a new flower, life is repeated, then taken away. But our vision is anchored in this earth plane of the senses so we harbor fears and aggression to ward off any vulnerability. If you imagine the energy fields that exist all around you, and most astoundingly, within you as well, it is easy to grasp that the perceptions we hold so dear that become habits and opinions are merely the mechanisms of the mind being reflected around, and really nothing more. In our deliberate scrambling…
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Happy Birthday Kiddo is Right! WOW! Happy Day! Yum!
Born in 1955, and being shocked by the images and words that were coming off the tiny black and white television in my parents’ bedroom, mixed with the generalized anxiety always present in my first home, peaking to all out panic at least running on a monthly basis, my curiosity and heart was trained on any slight vestige of reason for it all…
Shoot forward to the present, where the overall tone of mistrust and denial rages on, and I find myself inward looking out. It’s as if to shed all doubt, guilt or opinions, one must also stem the tide of never-ending information and stimulus, not a selfish act, but rather one of self-preservation, I think…
If I had a child, here’s what I might try to say to her… I can’t make the sunshine break the clouds, I can’t even tell you how long it has been… I’m not sure why we are here, but for the life of me, I think we best make good of it, in any case… A terrifying proposition, but the best path to take. So you suit up, and put your game face on, and you expend no extra energy that is not focused, with at least some direct intent. Because up in here, up in this almost 60 year old human being, is something much greater than all of that. It is indeed a great power, a gateway, if you will…
One of my favorite movies shows a great Buddhist Monk sitting in meditation, actually, his death meditation. All his attending knew what was happening. And you’d have thought the scene would have been most heart-wrenching. But, that was not the case. There was such love and compassion for this great spiritual leader, that they honored his process — a most graceful departure.
I had this stupid idea that things would be easier. I have done all the prep work to finish things in good time… The gardens, the house, the animals… all things… but truly, Nothing.Is.Easier. I walk alone here, wondering why I find myself alone? Even the little red bird sings out a pretty song… There are times when I really like it. Times when the peace and the trees and the breeze are all one thing and I am just a fleck of dust in this huge picture. That image really gets your goat, right?
I’m skeered beyond any reason, beyond thinking, because I know what lies ahead and even with the best of education and intention, it feels so terribly difficult to be a “land dweller.” I live above-ground, eeking out an existence within the framework of what I have been given. And all I dream of is oceans, wide loud beautiful oceans… water for days…
While everyone else out here moves along doing their normal thing, I seem to be like a pinball bouncing from idea to idea, the only one here that is really awake and aware. There is a crazy dance going on out there, I am thankfully not a part of. I prefer my handful of interesting friends, my familiar trees and birds. I may be alone, but only in terms of being the only human here most times. There are multitudes of creatures with eyes, all looking, all busy, all trying to stay alive. Just like me.
All I want for my 60th birthday is a swimming pool. Any kind will do.
It goes both ways…
Originally posted on Straight from the Horse's Heart:
By Brian MacQuarrie | Globe Staff
In Norfolk, female veterans find strength through learning to ride and care for horses
Veteran Eadyie Davis of Marlborough shared a quiet moment with therapy horse Creek. ~ Wendy Maeda/Globe Staff
NORFOLK — Feet in the stirrups, hands on the reins, Karen Souza closes her eyes as a quarter horse named Rio carries her to a tranquil, peaceful place she has rarely visited.
Souza spent decades walled off emotionally after being sexually abused as a teenage soldier. She never formed a loving relationship, and she spoke only sparingly. But from that dark, bleak world, she has emerged to find a place of trust, and accomplishment, and the simple joy of working with a large, strong, patient animal.
Souza is one of several female veterans who exhale and relax once a week at the BINA Farm Center, where they learn basic horsemanship and riding skills…
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