A Mindful Life

I really like David Attenborough, and I think the Vogel Cup Bowerbird is amazing – here.

It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun’s a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl calls “to-whoo”! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it’s daffodil time. –Clinton [...]

Allie Brosh sums it up beautifully. While I am not soul-crushingly depressed as she was, even a bout of soul-pinching depression has deleterious effects. It’s insidious. I’ve known something is askew, but stumbling in the fog I wasn’t clear about it specifically. Until I read Allie’s Depression Part 2 post, and found myself re-reading it [...]

Analysis has its peculiar scientific value, but the Spirit which passes from one person to another as a flame leaps from one coal to another grasps truth in its wholeness as a living thing united within itself. …Spiritual truth cannot be sharply defined like scientific truth. It exists on the dim edge of the unexplored [...]

THE AFTERLIFE They’re moving off in all imaginable directions, each according to his own private belief, and this is the secret that silent Lazarus would not reveal: that everyone is right, as it turns out. you go to the place you always thought you would go, the place you kept lit in an alcove in [...]

Accept indeterminacy as a principle, and you see your life in a new light, as a series of seemingly unrelated jewel-like stories within a dazzling setting of change and transformation. Recognize that you don’t know where you stand, and you will begin to watch where you put your feet. That’s when the path appears. -John [...]

A short, brilliant day. Night draws around me, tucks me in. Ready for a long winter’s nap. No thinking. No mind. Just body, bed, and blanket.

November’s Art Every Day projects were a way to play and engage with a part of myself I hadn’t in a few years. So I want to keep momentum, and I’m playing along with Illustration Friday. Luxurious / 5″ x 7″ pencil on sketch paper

“Observe your own body. It breathes. You breathe when you are asleep, when you are no longer conscious of your own ideas of self-identity. Who, then, is breathing? The collection of information that you mistakenly think is you is not the protagonist in this drama called the breath. In fact, you are not breathing; breath [...]

Hoot and Holler / 8.5″ x 11″ pastel and mixed paper collage Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand, Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac tree From which a small wood-owl calls. -Johannes Bobrowski This is the end of Art Every Day Month 2012. I really enjoyed [...]