Tuesday, April 15, 2014

April 15, 2014

April 15, 2014

   All photos are mine unless otherwise noted.

   To see photos full screen click on any image. All photos were taken at Colby except for the owl which was shot at the L.C. Bates museum. (See last week's post.)

    At another visit to the Colby College Meseum of Art in Waterville Maine last weekend we spent a few hours with the Tibetan Monk Losang Samten who was creating a sand mandala called "The Amitaba," after the famous Sutra of the same name, which is a  teaching of the Buddha in the Buddhist Canon. (Many translations are available online.) He was delightful, spoke excellent English, and told us that he can finish the Mandala in a day or two but talking with all comers it takes him a week. At its completion a ceremony is held and the Mandala is swept up and poured into a body of water, the ocean, lake, etc. 

    The Namgyal Monestary in Ithica New York is the home of many monks who travel the country and the world to create these temporary works of art. The symbolism in each Mandala requires too much space to even begin here. I invite you to research this art form and see if, like any great work of art, you are moved in those places where another's creativity meets ours.

   Here are some images of this meeting at Colby.




    


The Sand Painter's Palette




I suspected and asked if the pretzels were useful to the painting -
his reply, "Sure. I get hungry for a snack often."

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    Bridget, our daughter, is pregnant and I am sure she is more beautiful than ever, as are all women who are carrying a child. The statue above is for me an excellent metaphor for the serenity that emanates from pregnancy if one looks closely enough. 

   I include the following poem by Nancy Wood for Bridget and her remarkable husband Rudy.

- Earth Roots –


What are Earth Roots, my daughter asked
     when she was just a child,
examining each flower in its home.

Earth Roots are a special connection,
     a sacred thread that joins our spirits
     to every living thing, I said. Earth Roots
Join me to you, and you to birds and flowers.

In her hand my daughter held a sparrow
     with a broken wing. She said:
Can Earth Roots make the sparrow fly again?

The sparrow can become a rose, in time,
     just as the rose takes wing, I said.
Earth Roots make all things possible.

My daughter did not understand these things
     until she had a child of her own.
     Then she saw the way Earth Roots join
     The sparrow to the rose.

                                                                  Nancy Wood

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Three Sufi dancers of the Mevlavi Tradition.
Moving visual art at Colby

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   I am not one to wax emotional at everything that is labeled as 'art.' On a wall at Colby two lines, one red, one blue, and a green circle, along with four paragraphs explaining the value of this as a 'work of art',  greets and disarms as one ascends the stairs between floors.  My comment on this wall is contained in what can easily be called "nose clip art"  in the next image. 





"Two lines and a circle?"

"Oh be wise dear owl, not a wise ass!"

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Some humor:


            Peace until the next post

                                            Bill Lagerstrom

Sunday, April 13, 2014

April 13, 2014

April 13, 2014

   All photos are mine unless otherwise noted.

   To enlarge full screen click on any photograph.

   I find myself backed up with five days of new pictures which means Spring has sort of arrived and I have been going places. There will be a few days of photos only as I need to catch up in order to satisfy my need to stay current. I say Spring has sort of arrived because today is wet, fourty three degrees and for some unknown reason snowing. Nothing will stick with the warm tenperatures so it is simply an anomaly due to perhaps global warming or the end times - take your pick. I am going for plain lousy weather which will not stop the opening of Acadia National Park on Tuesday. I hope to be there and greet old friends which are carriage roads. trails, trees and the views that have been waiting all Winter for me to discover them again. 

     At dusk last week I saw a magnificent sky which was a moment not to be missed under any circumstances. I took a half dozen photos and stayed until the sky was almost dark. Getting such a view is pure gift and as such is not to be squandered without giving it its due - letting the beauty of the moment penetrate into my heart where it resides in a different kind of memory - the remembrance of the experience in that moment. God has many Gifts to give to those who have opened the eyes of the heart and soul.



 Both images were taken outside our door.

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A last formation of ice in its dying beauty,
Presents itself for memory to last until
Winter returns at a distant date -
Gift upon Gift, leaving and always returning.

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   Lee took me to the L.C. Bates Museum of Natural History somewhere in Mid-Maine and I can only say it was a weird place. It seems Mr. Bates was an avid collector of everything he could get his hands on and in a large building set up displays of all he gathered. What was strange was the disorder of everything in an old building that had no heat no matter the temperature outside or inside. After a half hour of roaming a few light switches were turned on which may have provided a small amount of heat along with being able to see in some of the cases. In my opinion the building will fall down long before the stuffed animals deteriorate. Actually the Museum was fun, a visit to a distant past when the world was still full of wonders and exciting. I thank Mr. Bates for his efforts and the reminder that not everything regarding knowledge is on the internet. 



One of the many birds on exhibit. I also saw a passenger pigeon, 
extinct for at least a hundred years. 

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   The weekend also brought the Flower Show locally here in Bangor which was a collection of the usual people displaying their wares along with very few items in the way of actual flowers. For me just another trade show. I did find a few things that interested me and the pictures that follow are a sample.




         - Demons and Demonade/aid -

Stop and listen to the ever present, endless voices;
Spinning tales and lies with blazing speed -
Ranting in the head while hoping for instant attention.

These are the demons sent with instructions from hell’s own master,
“Attack all serenity and peace in everyone you meet!”
The direct orders to the armies we face in awakened moments.

What is not known by many, is clear to any who can see;
Each fiendish creature can hold and speak only one word -
“They are out to get you!” cry six, an example of fine teamwork.

“You are not good enough for this!” say seven synchronized voices.
“We love to screw minds up!” six more say to the rest -
“Get angry! God damn them all!” a small hoard screams at us.

I used to throw them out the windows, step on their ugly little heads -
Remove two or three from their sentence and enjoy the gibberish.
This only took my energy, increasing the volume of these imps.

My Love spoke to me in meditation this morning,
“All is Gift.” I heard Her say, “Bring one to me.”
Selecting carefully I picked up the demon shouting “God!”

It was a cute, small wire-haired creature;
So cuddly that I was moved to pick up another -
I chose the one screaming “love” in an endless stream.

My captives now recited a new sentence now,
And I had learned a better lesson -
Joining the fray, under my terms, not theirs.

I went to the House of The Lord and gave “God” back to My Lover.
The one who now softly says, “love… “ I will keep.
Somewhere its mate is waiting for its Truth to be rescued.

Put honey on a lemon,
Then taste the change.

                                                         Bill Lagerstrom, 2013

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A little humor:
  

   Peace until the next post,

                                    Bill Lagerstrom