Thursday, August 30, 2012

Star Cleaner's Reunion

from The Starcleaner Reunion, by Cooper Edens

Apparently, I'm going through a star phase right now. All of my posts on stars reminded me of my favorite children's book: The Starcleaner Reunion, by Cooper Edens. I was surprised to see on Amazon how little it is read or appreciated. To me, it captures the magic and wildness of childhood. Indeed, this seems to be Edens' goal: "I'm trying to break the dualism of the classic tale. My stories embrace the philosophy that these two worlds exist simultaneously—the real world is a dream and the dream world is real. Because of this, there are no classic quests in my books. I don't have people going away to the dream world and returning to reality."

The story is about a child who joins an angel in cleaning the stars, which have been forgotten and are now dull. But there is a catch at the end—the stars might not really be in the sky . . . 


Thursday, August 23, 2012

Food for the Soul: Sunshine Sandwich

Sunsnap, by Jayn Foley

Why not enjoy summer's sunshine finish with a cheery golden sandwich? Boil eggs, mix with mayonnaise, minced shallots, and tarragon for a reminder of summer fields. Pile on bread, and garnish with a slice of yellow tomato, straight from the garden. Pause, and soak in the sunshine; then gobble it up while it's fresh!

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Stars and Aims

Libra, by Mikalojus Ciurlionis
from his Zodiac Cycle


"I feel my fate; my fate finds me.
I feel my star; my star finds me.
I feel my aims; my aims find me.
My soul and the world are one. . . .

Life will be clearer around me.
Life will be more burdensome for me.
Life will be richer for me."
    —excerpt from "The wishes of the soul are springing," by Rudolph Steiner


I've been feeling lots of uncertainty lately. My job, which inevitably grounds my day, is in the midst of change,  but what kind of change I truly cannot say. I find myself becoming resolved to find my way, to find an anchor and not let life cast me about, if that's not my choosing. I feel like if I work hard enough, the anchor will find me. Not that the anchor will make life any easier, but I think the sensation of grounding above chaotic waves will feel sweet and victorious.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Return to Center

Arrows, by Finch and Canary

Life has a way of pulling you away from your center in a hundred different directions at once. My favorite way to return to center is to follow a simple pattern: In. Out. Gratitude. 

  1. Sleep. Return to center by letting your body and mind do it naturally, without all of your efforting. In. Move into your breath and the heaviness of your body to help you fall asleep. Out. Move out naturally as you give up control and fall asleep. Gratitude. Wake up grateful!
  2. Move. It happened that I took Neesha's "Finding the Hub: Centering Mind, Body, and Heart" class on yogatoday recently. Just what I needed. The key to the class:  In. Move into the core of your body.  (My favorite example: draw your arm bones in before raising them above your head.) Out. Open from the heart to the periphery of your body.  Gratitude.  Be grateful and joyful that you can share in the practice.
  3. Meditate. Try this bell meditation, which is available via the On Being website. The principles should sound familiar by now:  In. Move in by focusing on the sound of the bell.  Out.  Move out by letting your mind open and welcome everything.  Gratitude.  End with gratitude and extend this joy and peace to all beings.

May you all feel the peace and joy that comes with feeling centered!

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Bob Ross: His Grooviness

I'm always the last to hear about new memes, but nevertheless I want to share this lovely video by John D. Boswell of Symphony of Science, which I found on Drawn. I have a special soft spot for Bob Ross, particularly for his way of waving good-bye as though he was sending out the good vibes. 


For more background on this piece, visit the Washington Post's article here.

Language Celestial

Vision, by Katie Scott
via The Idea Foundation

O thou Spirit of Truth, visit our minds once more,
Give us to read in letters of light the language celestial
Written all over the earth, written all over the sky—
Thus may we bring our hearts once more to know our Creator,
Seeing in all things around, types of the Infinite Mind.
    —from "Correspondences," by Christopher Pearce Cranch


When I read this poetic excerpt, I perform a creative misreading in which "Creator" becomes "Creative Ground of Being" and "Infinite Mind" becomes "Infinite Mind-Body." I've had lots of practice hearing my own heretical revisions in my years of church going. I like to think of this process of willful misunderstanding  as recycling worn material for my own use. 

Do you ever imagine what your version of the "Creative Ground of Being" looks like? Would it be the famous giant eyeball? For me, I like to think it has the particular smell of a garden after rain. I rarely seem to break my imagination away from the earth and into the stars.

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