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March 24, 2011 | Categories: Life's Metaphors, Photography | Leave A Comment »
Life is a process of growth. The urge to add value must at some stage come to fruition. A seedling receives nourishment in its shell and is acted upon as it germinates. Then one day the pressure to burst and grow is too strong and suddenly the seed sprouts and gives itself to the essence of itself and becomes itself.
It’s time to crack the shell and discover what I have to give.
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March 22, 2011 | Categories: Life's Metaphors | Leave A Comment »
We both have the same vision; the bell pepper is smooth, perfectly-shaped with rounded hills and soft valleys. But I see a fiery-orange bell pepper and you see a summer-yellow bell pepper. I didn’t see your soft, summer-yellow pepper with hopes of spring and a new beginning. But you didn’t see my fiery-orange pepper in full blaze, excited to be in the moment. Decisions.
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March 21, 2011 | Categories: Life's Metaphors | Leave A Comment »
Music. I imagine music of the spheres. Not a visual feast but an audio feast of harmonics tuned to the fluctuations of solar power as clouds drift between the sun and the boxes. I pull my sweater close around me on this cool, nearly-spring afternoon and walk up the soft hill towards the boxes. As I near, I hear tones like ribbons on the air weaving a spell. I am caught in the binding because I recognize instantly the peace each harmonic coaxes from me. I relax. I smile.
I enter a sanctuary. A sanctuary with other people equally entranced.
In Various Levels of Enchantment
The tones pull me in, a willing worshiper, and I close my eyes. Sweet, gentle notes weave around me. I find myself sinking to the chilly ground, its coldness a long note seeking to penetrate my awareness. But all I hear are the tones wrapping around me, blanketing me in their peace. I am not the only one who enjoys the notes lying down. Lying supine is common.
If only the world would listen all at once to these gentle harmonics. Peace would then be promising.
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March 20, 2011 | Categories: Musings | Leave A Comment »
On the corner the grass is covered in yellow dandelions. I see them going to seed and hundreds of airborn weeds head my way. I turn to my six-year-old son and with an exasperated gesture, exclaim, “Look at that!”
He responds in awe, “Isn’t it BEAUTIFUL?”
Humbled, I look again at the stunning golden carpet and say, “yes, it is indeed beautiful.”
Where I see weeds, he sees beauty.
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March 6, 2011 | Categories: Life's Metaphors | Leave A Comment »
Small uprisings tip iceburgs.
People frozen in fear below will sink the stately ship.
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March 4, 2011 | Categories: Life's Metaphors | Leave A Comment »
E…begins
X…SLAMS into glass, shatters
a waterfall of rippling pieces splashes over the ground
Q…begins
U…pushes out
I…brought up short
S…serrated knife slices
I…stumbles a brief moment
T…abruptly ends
E…annihilation
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March 2, 2011 | Categories: Life's Metaphors | Leave A Comment »
