On this radiant day as the Earth moves from summer to fall, I decided to visit a garden, an enclosure inside a city that sealed off the noises and yes, the mayhem of the periphery.
With camera in hand, I circulated this space gently and just luxuriated in the beauty of the soon to be fall world, the dahlias, the fading melancholy of the summer flowers, the slow movement of the waters in the fountains and the streams.
Around me I could hear the strains of the city, but it did not seem to permeate this perfect world of sunlight , bird song, and shimmering tranquility.
We are living in a time where parallel worlds exist. This was MY world, and I move in slowness as much as I possibly can. On the edges of my world another reality exists which seems almost surreal to me: wars, hatreds political scandals, intrigue, deception, infamy. I read about this occasionally in the newspapers, and wonder how I can exist in the world fully engaged, which I certainly do, I am not an ostrich, and yet this outer world or turbulence is not mine at all...on the contrary.
I have chosen my world. I have chosen how to live, how to serve, how to create, and which God to bow to. I have chosen intentionally and deliberately, over and over again for a period of many years. What is not important to me is anger, betrayal, cruelty, hatred or jealousy, I will not abide any of this. Nor will I abide any form of negativity. There is enough of that in the world already..
Increasingly, there are those who refuse to buy into chaos because they have also discovered a parallel world that exists beyond the world of pure form: a world of light, love, beauty and harmony and reverence, however so defined.
Slowness is the quality that brings this world into being. It involves an intentional act of moving away from the frenzy of a sometimes absurd and utterly ridiculously world to listen, intently, to the rhythms of something far more profound and meaningful.
It is all a matter of choice, and of choosing which reality it is important to embrace.
With camera in hand, I circulated this space gently and just luxuriated in the beauty of the soon to be fall world, the dahlias, the fading melancholy of the summer flowers, the slow movement of the waters in the fountains and the streams.
Around me I could hear the strains of the city, but it did not seem to permeate this perfect world of sunlight , bird song, and shimmering tranquility.
We are living in a time where parallel worlds exist. This was MY world, and I move in slowness as much as I possibly can. On the edges of my world another reality exists which seems almost surreal to me: wars, hatreds political scandals, intrigue, deception, infamy. I read about this occasionally in the newspapers, and wonder how I can exist in the world fully engaged, which I certainly do, I am not an ostrich, and yet this outer world or turbulence is not mine at all...on the contrary.
I have chosen my world. I have chosen how to live, how to serve, how to create, and which God to bow to. I have chosen intentionally and deliberately, over and over again for a period of many years. What is not important to me is anger, betrayal, cruelty, hatred or jealousy, I will not abide any of this. Nor will I abide any form of negativity. There is enough of that in the world already..
Increasingly, there are those who refuse to buy into chaos because they have also discovered a parallel world that exists beyond the world of pure form: a world of light, love, beauty and harmony and reverence, however so defined.
Slowness is the quality that brings this world into being. It involves an intentional act of moving away from the frenzy of a sometimes absurd and utterly ridiculously world to listen, intently, to the rhythms of something far more profound and meaningful.
It is all a matter of choice, and of choosing which reality it is important to embrace.