Monthly Archives: February 2015
I wish to thank all subscribers who have joined. Eventually I would hope that each of you contribute your opinions, reactions, etc. But if you choose privacy, that is ok. My poetry, prose and photography are channels for expressing my feelings, opinions, and my spirituality. Sometimes I explore a subject of interest like creativity simply to explore it. Occasionally, I plan on narrating a project I may tackle like book restoration, gardening and wood working. I am a retired architect who writes, photographs, restores photographs, collects vintage photography, some old books, does school photos, candid wedding photos, gardens etc. I am a genealogist. I am currently doing a loose-leaf binder genealogy/story book for my 6 yr. old grandson. I know one of you and that person has a masters of divinity degree. So, enjoy and welcome!
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He lives in his own little world, they said but little
Measured by the limits of his imagination is relative
How little is the highest mountain and the deepest ocean?
How many light years is infinity and how deep is fathomless ?
What are the bounds of the restless soul living timelessly
Before the beginning and past the ending, while the mists of
Obscurity lift to reveal another idea and truth new to follow?
With no rest, because it is at rest that he’s at his very best.
Lying on awakening as the dreams of the darkness meet day
While the strains of the distant chords waft and pulsate, music
To sleep by becomes music to awaken by and the dance of stars
Music to exist by as the symphony of the universe swells, retreats
Music, the voice of the gods we offer as prayers to heaven when we,
The creators humbled by our own creativity compose the anthems of
Our emotions as powerful as the waves of the solar winds that wail
Moan and drone the distant songs that harmoniously blend in tone
Does a star, a falling tree, explode soundlessly when we aren’t around
Is a black hole a silent suck of all things in sight and does a universe
Whistle tonelessly as it contemplates it’s menial existence lost in the
Multi-dimensional and multi-reality, playing cat and mouse insanity
How many existences co-exist that light my nights, darken my days
Slipping me cheat sheets into my consciousness, the unexplained new
Words and the new reality that hits in a blinding flash of synaptic,
Illumination, across the network of my mind winking nanno fireflies
Glimmers of hope and fractal moments of immortality that hint to the
Collective moments of our existence and the celestial swarm of our
Memories and oneness that we must re-assimilate and know the magic
Our song, our cry, and our exultation of freedom in our humanity.
Where are we as a species in our theology? Whether you will admit it or not, our theology has a wide direct effect on our survival and our social interactions. It has a direct effect on our behavior of solidifying ourselves as a world wide spiritual community
For spiritual growth to occur we have to become. If you are closed in your beliefs’ and not willing to change or if you think it blasphemous to question the norm and doctrine of your theology this article will anger you. We stepped through the gates of Eden many centuries ago coming and going at will, willing to accept the pain of our self discoveries.
In the article The Search for God, I suggested that my perception of God was a limitless boundless force that permeates everything. I suggested that we collectively were a part of god. I suggested that god was not an entity but was i n the process of being. Can you support the idea that god is a force that is dynamic and changing and is in the process of becoming?
Is not everything we are aware of in the process of becoming? The universe itself is expanding, coalescing into suns and planets and exploding in sun deaths, disappearing into black holes.
The earth groans and heaves, destroying and rebuilding new land and the sea plays a part in the process. Hurricanes and cyclones refine the process as well as floods and man. There is nothing we are aware of that is not changing. Creation is not yet over.
If we, god, the process of being are also in the process of becoming, this act of becoming signifies that we have inherent a capacity, a reservoir, a flexibility that is limited only by our imagination. It suggests a maturation that is not directionless but flexible. It suggests a never-ending process or metamorphosis into another entity, a force or an idea. It would suggest, in ourselves, a new spirituality.
I think it safe to say god, as a part of the natural process is eternally evolving as we are and perhaps that evolving will include simplification, not complication. Perhaps it will be enough to grasp the being in all things. Perhaps it will come when we discover the common denominator in all things. Perhaps god, the common denominator, the most minute unit of all, the building block of everything is a presence controlled by what, the real unifier, the choreographer, the maestro of the symphony and dance of the stars.
I was in Eureka Springs on business a while back and as I frequently do when traveling, went looking for bargains at a local flea market in Harrisonville where I discovered and purchased for a dollar a small mildew-covered child scrawled pages poetry book by Gwen Frostic. I glanced at it and hurried off to Eureka and opened it while sprawled across the bed that night realizing the gem I had. The books, I believe, are handmade and beautifuly illustrated with her block prints. Gwen’s poetry talks a lot about the inner power of nature and our relationship to it. The books have a mystical quality to them. The flea market book, For Those Who See contained two translucent pages . One contained a real pressed butterfly and one contained an evergreen sprig. I researched the books and found them on eBay where they ran for les than $10 each. Below is a photo of some.
As a part of my genealogy work I will introduce into my photo gallery identified and unidentified people photos that I have collected from the Ozarks area. I will include separately vintage place and group photos I have collected from the Ozarks. I belong to Ancestry.com and have been successful at matching and getting photos to 3 different families, one having about 10 photos. I always keep copies when I sell the originals.