(All photos and pictures adapted from
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Creativity now appears to come from the place in myself that I have
identified as the abode of the One who created and continues to create
everything in this world and in the universe. There is a flow, an outpouring of
desire to offer something of beauty that arrives without my invoking this calling to "particular work." (See Rumi below.)
The photo of the flower below, called a
'Cosmos," bloomed until late October as it ignored the cold nights and
continued to offer its beauty to me each morning as I looked out the window
upon wakening. A fitting metaphor for this man in life's Autumn using photography as the
vehicle for the creative flow that seems to arrive with great frequency these
days. Age and Season have no bearing on vision and the offering of the movement
inside me to give away what is presenting itself as it detaches itself from the
loveliness that is ever-present in this body and in everyone.
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"Here
is one thing in this world that you must never forget to do. If you forget
everything else and not this, there's nothing to worry about; but if you
remember everything else and forget this, then you will have done nothing in
your life. It is as if a Queen has sent you to some country to do a task, and
you perform a hundred other services, but not the one she sent you to do. So
human beings come into this world to do particular work. That work is the
purpose, and each is specific to the person. If you don't do it is as if a
priceless sword were used to slice rotten meat – or it's a golden bowl used to
cook turnips, when one filling of insight from the bowl could buy a hundred
suitable pots.
Remember the deep roots of your being, the
presence of the Only Being. Give your life to The One who already owns your
breath and your moments."
Rumi
Looking at the back side of any flower
reveals its support,
a strong stem that is rooted
in the mystery of the earth,
anchored for a while
as its marvelous beauty
is revealed for our enjoyment.
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Sandy in Maine for a brief visit as a photographer
waits on the moment to reveal itself.
Below is a rendition of the photo that I like.
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One of the myriad of dirt roads in Northern Maine.
Nine miles north of Greenville on pavement and seven miles
East on this road. One pickup truck was seen in two hours.
I would go back except for the traffic.
Some of the colors of Autumn.
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Here is a massive site on all things Therevadin Buddhist. You can find the excellent writings of Thanissaro Bhikkhu here -
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Some humor for those who are not retired and may have a boss like this one:
Peace, Bill Lagerstrom
