Earth Art

On the Island of Santorini, are three lava beaches. One is made from black lava rock, another is red lava rock and yet a third, of white lava rock. These colors came about when different geological layers of the earth,  became exposed and solidified with the lava from the volcanic explosion that occurred around 1646 BC.  As a consequence, Nature has provided each beach, with its own uniqueness.

Black, red and white lava,

splashed with blue Aegean water,

Earth’s impressionism.


 

 

 

True Enlightenment

You may have seen the news about a town in Maryland, whose main street was totally destroyed by a 1000 year flood for the second time, in less than two years. That is my town, where I have resided for 6 years. Fortunately, I live on one of the seven hills that surround the main street.  So the amount of water that came into the basement,  was not enough to be more than a very small puddle.  But the historic main street was totally destroyed by raging waters from two rivers.

Now to have two floods of that magnitude in less than two years,  makes one take notice that the weather patterns have become more drastic and severe. Whether this is due to climate change or something else all-together is not clear. But one thing I can say, is that the so called weather reporters,  never ever acknowledge -that the weather has been different, the seasons not quite the same, and our planet  is changing. Most likely because they like all of science,  demands empirical proof before acknowledging the reality. This is the equivalent of staying on the Titanic even after hitting the iceberg.

What most of us have also ignored,  has been the warning of the Wisdom Keepers. The keepers of the ancient knowledge. These are the Elders of the Native or First Peoples of the Americas. Not too long ago the Elders gathered from the South and North and warned all of us that the earth was going to undergo changes. They warned of the increase in severity of the weather, They told us to start paying attention and that these were the signs of the coming of the end time.

Perhaps its time to start paying attention and listen to the wisdom.  Humans run around on this planet like they own it and the truth is we don’t. We are but the caretakers and we have done an absolute horrible job.  If the Earth was a corporation,  we would all  be fired and sued by the stockholders.

There is that line from that song by Buffalo Springfield which speaks to this point

I think its time we stop, children, what’s that sound, Everybody look what’s going down”  

I follow-up on these very succinct words , with one of my favorite quotes by Chief Seattle. He was one of the great Native American leaders, a gifted orator, who it is said is comparable to Abraham Lincoln. His words are as relevant today, as they were, when he spoke them-in the early part of the 19th century.

” Man does not weave the web of life. He is merely a strand of it. What man does to the web, he does to himself”

These words are absolute truth, there is no denying it. Yet, humanity refuses to kneel before God the creator,  with respect for these words and continues to be driven by material greed, power and wealth. Which is what drives all of the modern ills, we have inflicted upon the earth and in doing so ourselves. So lets make this absolute fact: Nothing will change, unless we stop, listen, pay attention and, put an end to the self.

I sit and ponder,

What if ego was cast out.

humanity awakened.

Kylemoor

In 2010 on a trip to Ireland,  we visited an Abbey known as Kylemoor located in Connemara, County Galway. It had been built as an estate home for the family of a wealthy doctor from London (Mitchell Henry) between 1867 and 1871. It became an abbey when it was purchased by Benedictine nuns in 1920.  On the grounds was a church,  built to memorialize the love Dr Henry had for his wife (Margaret). The church was built to be like a small grand cathedral.

As we stood in the church, suddenly  sunlight was streaming through a window on the back wall. Whether carried by the light or residing there all along, there was no mistaking the presence of God.

God’s radiant love,

fills the grey Gothic church,

touching our divine hearts.

 

Hawk Spirit

All of us have animal spirit guides that are sent to us by the Universe. It is just that most of us do not pay attention and miss connecting with these guides, who are there to support us in the physical world. These guides will come to us when we need them and leave when their work is done. Animal guides can also change, in that the animal spirit guide(s) we needed yesterday,  is not the the one we will need in the future. Always showing-up when we least expect and yet on time when our need is greatest. Then again, some animal spirit guide(s) have always been with us and will be, until we slip the surly bonds of our planetary home.

For as long as I can recall, I have had two-the wolf and the Red tailed hawk. My long familiarity with them, has allowed me to develop the ability to know when they are around. One day,  last autumn, on a breezy afternoon, as leaves continued to drop,             I attempted to rake the front lawn. Suddenly feeling drawn to turn my head, I looked toward the woods across the street.  There flying through the trees and falling leaves, coming towards me, was a Red tailed hawk.

Like the swirling wind,

the Red tailed hawk’s powerful wings,

scatters the leaves.

 

 

Hinterzarten

In the southern part of the Black Forest in Germany is the town of Hinterzarten. The town is like a resort, in that each season, there is an abundance of outdoor activity and many of the homes are available for renting a room or have been turned into the equivalent of a bed and breakfast/hotel.  It quickly became a favorite destination for a few days, either in the spring or the fall. One Sunday in early April, we had intended on taking one of the many wanderwegs south through the dark and dense forest.

Sunday morning hike,

aborted by the hard hail,

momentarily winter.

Wisteria

For part of the time I worked in Zurich my office was located in the section of the city known as Enge.   As part of my morning commute, I would walk down a street named after the German composer Richard Wagner. Wagner during one of his exiles from Germany, had lived in Zurich from 1849 to 1858.  One of the private homes on the street,  had a beautiful purple Wisteria.  When in full bloom by late spring, the fragrance was so intoxicating and sweet, it reminded me of the grape jam-I ate as a kid.  I would stop and take a few deep breaths, getting my morning fix

Fragrant Wisteria,

Conjures up sweet grape jam,

Memories of home.

Across the street from the office building was a small but beautiful green area called Belvoir Park. The park had been at one time an estate. There original country house is the location of a chef’s school and a restaurant. The park had several paths which went through a number of different gardens, landscaped settings, and a natural area-left untouched. On the nicer days in Spring, after lunch, I often took a walk which went past a beautiful Iris garden and through an arbor near the western side of the park. The arbor was covered with purple and white flowering Wisteria, creating a tunnel like effect.

Walking the park path,

I enter the shade filled arbor,

of Spring Wisteria.

Rotterdam

On a business trip to Rotterdam in 2009, I had the privilege of staying at the Hotel New York which was the former headquarters of the Holland American Line. This was one of the departure points for many immigrants leaving for the United States. The hotel was designed like the inner-workings of a cruise ship making it quite unique. I was given a first floor suite right next to the harbor. Upon entering the room, I noted that it was part of the original building dating back to around the start of the 20th century.  The wall facing the harbor was all windows but the rest of the room was completely paneled in wood and there was a deep musty smell. The kind of smell that casts off into the air, not only the age of the building, but the stories of its former occupants and those who had passed that way, to begin a new life, in what had become known-as the Isle of Freedom.  That night, I was not to be the only occupant of that room, for some of those souls, were still there-for reasons unknown.

Nearby  the hotel on another part of the harbor was a dock, the length of which, sat moored, restored sailing vessels of the 19th century. These ships were beautifully redone and looked as if they had not aged a year since they first had sailed. Like the hotel, those ships also had stories to tell.

I later wrote the following:

Ghostly and musty,

Masted vessels of days past,

The Hotel New York.

 

Spirit

I am among things an energy sensitive.  So whether or not you believe spirits are among the living, trust me they are. I have encountered and connected with spirits in many places, including my present home. Once while in Dublin, we went into a subway shop for a quick lunch on Grafton Street toward the end, near St. Stephen’s Green. The shop was located in an old Georgian home. The only open table was located in what had been an upstairs parlor room. As we ate, I suddenly felt a presence which I determined, was a woman who had previously owned the house. This presence or spirit was apparently angry- because her house had been turned into an eatery.

In the Subway shop,

a spirit interrupted,

lunch in the parlor.

Snow Melt II

Sunlight reflects off of water differently based on location. For instance the sun which bounces off the Aegean Sea is different than the sunlight that is reflected off of the local creek. The environmental elements have much to do with the different effects, as does latitude. So as nature was playing the music, the sun was dancing away into the mid-day.

Sunlight break dances,

upon the cold creek water,

Choreography!