Forest Fire

"Take what comes.  Be contented and cheerful.  Never worry.  

Not a leaf moves, but by His consent and will."  

-Sai Baba of Shirdi

the other day i woke to learn of a forest fire burning close to where we live in western north carolina.  

today i learned the results of the us election.

it is burning large parts of my very favorite hiking and climbing area.  concern and a certain sadness flooded my heart as i realized that this beautiful wild area would be changed dramatically for the immediate future and scarred for some time to come.

many of my fellow citizens find themselves in a precarious state.  civil rights, economic opportunity and cherished liberties stand to be curtailed.  we all may be scarred for some time to come.

yet i know that forest fires can have a cleansing and cauterizing effect and often are necessary in the grand scheme of things, making way for fresh life and new possibilities.

yet i know that for every time there is a season, and the resiliency of the human heart and the generosity and goodness of the american people offer hope and new possibilities for all of us.

this does not take away my sadness, however, since my limited mind wants things to be otherwise.  

this does not take away my sadness this morning, since my limited mind wants things to be otherwise.  

a degree of acceptance will eventually settle in.  i know and trust this process.

and i look forward to hiking that terrain soon with new eyes and a deeper appreciation for the beauty, strength and temporal immutability of the rock, the forest and the vast array of living things which make this area home.

this day, as rains come to quench the forest fire, i resolve to be more kind and appreciative as i enter this new/old world.

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the Source

"In understanding God as the Source, there is nothing that we are spending - not strength, years, wisdom, substance, or life-force - because it was not ours to begin with.  It is all pouring through us as we call upon it from an infinite Source.  To believe in a limited supply is very much like gauging the water supply of a community by the amount of water in the pipes at any particular moment, forgetting that there is a reservoir close by and that that reservoir is constantly being replenished from the never-failing source of the rain and snow."

- Joel Goldsmith, The Thunder of Silence

easter weekend 2016, western north carolina

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Pattern Recognition

"All a musician can do is to get closer to the source." - John Coltrane

 "Starlings"

courtesy P.D. Leitz

As I see it, an essential practice for progress along the way is pattern recognition.  By this I mean the ability to transpose the messages and symbols we find in one experience - maybe driving along a country road, for example - seeing within that landscape a lesson for our life or a solution to a problem we are working with.  Noticing the connections among seemingly unrelated things can greatly benefit our spiritual growth and maturity.  And not purely for 'spiritual' reasons since I am convinced that there is no difference between our daily life as householders, going about our routines of livelihood and ordinary circumstances, and those elevated moments when we know we are 'in the zone' and experiencing something we might call spiritual.  Life is a whole cloth, an uninterrupted flow of existence and awareness.

I think there are several benefits to practicing pattern recognition, not the least of which is gaining the sense of connectedness with all things and the emerging understanding that the universe is continually speaking to us and urging us toward the greater good.  Certainly there is an aspect of intuition present in this activity, and if we get to the point where we do this naturally and spontaneously we experience clear insights and develop confidence in our own faculty of discernment.  So try this as a practice and a new way of experiencing life and learning may well open for you.

When we see patterns and can 'get it' all of a sudden, we get a sip of unity awareness if only for a few moments.  We relax, knowing that we are supported and the world is a magnificent and beautiful place we are privileged to call home.  For a few moments, we become a master jazz musician transposing chords and tempo; improvising as we take queues from our companions.  So this business of life becomes a unique experience we are able to enjoy thoroughly and we recognize our own life's pattern which fits perfectly into ever widening patterns of consciousness...as we steadily make our way toward that universal Pattern which never changes.

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Spring Dogwood, Western North Carolina, 2015

Holga 120CFN; Ilford Delta 120mm, iso400

The Elastic Limit

"Anything left to itself will tend toward equilibrium.  (All chemical reactions are equilibrium reactions.)  When man intervenes and disrupts the equilibrium, nature tends to reverse it.  But there is a limit beyond which restoration is not possible.  In metals it is called "the elastic limit," beyond which the distortion is too great and the deformation is permanent.  Any situation in a state of permanent distortion naturally tends toward disruption or rupture.  For example, if one stresses a metal within the elastic limit, it will come back to its original state; beyond the elastic limit it will be permanently deformed and then rupture under a very slight additional force."

- M.C. Richards in Centering: In Pottery, Poetry and the Person

"The distortion is too great and the deformation is permanent."  Ah yes, if we listen to this statement and think about it in terms of our busy and stress-filled lives it is hard to accept.

It seems absolute.  Yet I think there is truth bubbling up here so we should probably pay attention.

Many times at the potter's wheel I have sensed the internal structure of the clay 'give way' and there is little I can do from that point on.  The plasticity is gone and I feel like I have failed...I have pushed too far and I should have known better.  Its elastic limit has been crossed and there is no turning back.  I scrape the clay off the bat and set it aside for another day and perhaps another use.

But in that moment, the clay is of no use on the wheel.

It is good to learn limits and reach our 'edge' and even go beyond that threshold because we learn a good lesson.  We learn about ourselves in a way that is experiential and genuine.  When we have pressed too far and gone beyond our our personal elastic limit whether mental, physical or spiritual it takes time to mend and feel strong and viable again.  The psyche is genius in this regard and we continue on, older and somewhat wiser.

So there is no way around it, we're going to crash from time to time and that is not a bad thing.  Especially if this principle of 'elastic limit' becomes more established in our everyday awareness.  The goal is not to never fail, the goal is to learn balance.  Feeling our way along that threshold of 'limits' and becoming familiar with that frontier can make all the difference in establishing a life in balance as well as making a terrific pot.

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Grounding

"We mold clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that makes the vessel useful."  

- Tao Te Ching

 Linville Gorge, NC 2015

We’ve been talking recently about grounding, that effort we make from time to time to help us prepare for the day or ready to tackle that chunk of work looming before us. 

Sometimes we do this intentionally, sometimes instinctively, but we seem to do this routinely and I think this is natural and good.  As I thought about what I do in order to feel grounded, it came to me that I do some very simple, routine things around the house.  For example, mowing the lawn or chopping firewood count, in my view. Working up a good sweat then leaning against a tree and maybe enjoying a cold beer afterward makes me feel alive, grounded, in my body and ready for that dinner party or that task I’ve been avoiding.  These are simple things, yet I know they help me engage more fully with daily life.

For me, there seems to be a distinction between grounding and centering.  I have not done a thorough study of this (and I don’t intend to), but I think there is something to be said about grounding compared to centering.  First off, I think we need both on a regular basis.  Centering gets a lot of press these days.  We hear a lot about meditation techniques and related practices and this is a good thing.  Yet I want to bring a little more attention to this idea of grounding.

I started to think about what those differences may be.  And I thought, grounding is something one does by oneself, while centering may be done in solitude or with another person or perhaps in a group setting.  I have started to view grounding as Yang (the principle of movement) and centering as Yin (the principle of rest).  As Yin represents the unchanging nature of existence, Yang aligns with change.  This indeed is interesting, as the student within may say.

When I go for a walk outside I can feel the changing terrain under my feet.  This is very grounding for me and it is a solo effort.  With centering meditation, I go within and allow my awareness to rest gently on whatever comes up - not forcing, but allowing. These practices are complementary and we need both.

Is grounding a prerequisite to centering?  What are my grounding / centering practices? What is the goal?  How does my body feel in each scenario?  

These are worthwhile questions we may work with as we make our way through daily life - one grounded step, one centered action at a time. And surely, the answers will appear!

Eagle Rock, NC 2015

sweet dreams

"Images of broken light, which

Dance before me like a million eyes,

They call me on and on across the universe."

- John Lennon

35mm slide, circa 1956

lake george, new york

Friday night, February 5th, I was sorting through a box of 35mm slides which had been misplaced for a number of years.  My father had taken photographs using 35mm slide film throughout the 1950's.  Most images are candid family shots with good composition and rich color saturation.  There are about one hundred slides, and I was looking for one particular image I had seen when I first started sorting.  I wanted to scan and enlarge this image and share with several others.  Once I found that shot, however, I decided not to use it since it was not exactly what I was looking for.  

As I kept looking, the image above caught my interest.  As with most slides, I could not see the overall picture or any detail.  I placed the slide on a light board and took a picture with my phone camera (my stop-gap measure until I can access a good scanner).  As I rotated and cropped the picture, I studied the image.  Within a few seconds I felt a shudder of recognition go through my body.  The following dream had come to me not 48 hours earlier on Thursday morning, February 4th.  I realized in that moment that the slide image, which had come to me after the dream, mirrored the dream in almost every detail.

I called to Emily to share the profound synchronicity.  We sat next to each other looking at the slide image on my tablet.  After a minute or two of conversation I stopped and looked at Emily with what must have been a stunned expression.  We were - at that very moment - in the same setting as depicted in the dream!  Emily was to my right side as we looked through 'a glass' (the computer screen) at the scene on the water.  My parents were facing us from the slide image displayed on the tablet.  The moment was both surreal and sublime as we felt a sense of direct connection between the gross world in which we live and the astral world in which my father may dwell.  Intuitively, I knew that he is here, helping us, communicating with us, supporting us and sending love through time and space in a way which I do not understand yet welcome with all my being.  An unforgettable sweet dream.

dream transcription / february 4, 2016

Reflections on Gary's dream (Emily):

"Here, I want to show you this.  Remember I told you I had that dream about my parents in the water? This is what they looked like (pause, head shakes left and right).  This is that dream.  We were just like this, looking through glass at my parents," as you motioned with your hand to our position side by side, on the bed, gazing at the deep blue hues and loving smiles of two heroic lovers. 

"We are in the dream!"  And you shook your head again.  It felt as though we had stepped into a cosmic vacuum.  All was still in this moment of cosmic embrace.

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