(All photos are mine unless otherwise noted,)
Lee and I spent the last four days at Herring Cove on Campobello Island, New Brunswick just over the border from Lubec, Maine. We rent a tent cabin which is a wonderful alternative to tenting and a heck of a lot less work. Our view from the deck of the cabin is of Herring Cove where on most mornings maybe one or two people can be seen on the mile and a half beach which is the cove. A rare place where we go to five or so times each season when the campground is open. In the Winter we stay at one of the cottages for rent on the island of some eight hundred residents.
On Saturday night three friends joined us for hours of good conversation and some creativity. The following photos are the result of a collaborative effort on the part of Bev, John, Lee, Stephan and myself holding the camera as the others painted with light in the night air,
What resulted reminds me of how God may appear to me when revealed within my depths. God as image may be best expressed in abstract terms. How can one who has experienced God's presence express that knowledge by definition of what is known and seeable to us?
So, the artists of the following photographs are: Bev Wilson, John Wilson. Lee White and Stephan Giannini. I did the camera work.
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Stephan Giannini is an artist of worth and is also a restorer of paintings, murals, and frescos working in churches all around the country. Here is his website which is well worth a look:
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A Poem -
- Where The Wind Blows
–
When I try to leave this holy space,
God grabs my feet, sits on my head,
And enters again the place within my heart
That Time itself has reserved for Love’s Presence.
The Wind of the Spirit’s storms are raging in this
breast;
My heart has lost all its senses, and has no hands
or feet
With which to fend off or flee from soul’s only
desire.
The Lover’s secrets have been given to this
moonstruck heart.
All my cooing and singing of love’s words
Have turned into cries and wailing – such is the
longing.
The Beautiful One heard and said, “I am the One
you seek.
Come with me. I will show you the road you search
for.”
O friend, for so long God has been lost to me –
I have been separated from my heart’s yearnings.
This life has been spent looking for God outside,
Until I learned to search the rooms of my own
house.
Hope was always there, an ember waiting for some
wood;
For Love was always there with me on the journey.
Wherever I have been, this hand was held by God,
And my face was looking ahead all the while.
My dear companion, as we walk, know this –
We look for God with God.
The Grace to have intimacy with Our Lover, has
been given.
Let us not be distracted by worldly things.
Bill
Lagerstrom, Maine
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A dream of the Holy, a hint of the Sacred Light
at the shore of the Ocean that is God's Self
- A Sacred Becoming –
So how do we encourage the heart to blossom? How do we get
about trying to embody wisdom?
Through
a sacred becoming.
When God is asked in the Torah for His
name,
a reply comes from the un-seeable,
"I am Becoming ….."
At once Becoming
embodies two meanings. As a noun, it suggests that God is a process, that the
sacred reveals itself in a life of transformation and unfolding. As a verb, it
suggests that God is still emerging, still not completely defined, beautifully
as unfinished as we are. The story implies that our unfolding and God's
unfolding are intimately entwined. You could say that the aim of any sacred
becoming is not to arrive at any finished state, but to taste everything in our
brush with life and thereby know, through experience, the hint of what is holy.
Mark Nepo
Each Moment, Only Once
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A delightful animation - not to be missed! Watch what can appear in a bowl of noodles.
Click here: http://vimeo.com/44633289
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Some Humor:
Till next week, Peace, Bill Lagerstrom
