• Art,  quotes,  Sculpture

    Hear the Teachings

    Loveland Sculpture Park – 2012

    I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me.

    Hermann Hesse

    I’ve had difficulty over the past few months of staying within the pages of books. I found myself losing interest after a few pages and noticing the need to reread paragraphs. I enjoy reading books for the knowledge gained from them and their ability to transform me with some planted seed. I realized that there has been a lot going on in my life that is distracting which has brought on lifestyle changes. However, I believe that the books we read are not the only tool for transformation because there is a teacher within all of us when we look for it. So, maybe I no longer need to seek in the stars or in books but turn inward to hear the teachings. 

    Met with the hematologist today and cancer is ruled out from the bone marrow biopsy. We just need to work on increasing my iron to bring up those platelet numbers. Hoping you enjoyed your day!

  • Art,  quotes,  Sculpture,  writing/reading

    Quiet Place to Read

    Reading with his Friend
    Reading with his Friend

    “What does it require to read a book?  It requires time, quiet, patience, attentiveness to the written words, imagination and emotions.” Ilia Delio

    Reading a book is experiential. The reader and writer merge within the pages. Each experience is unique. Enlightening. Transforming. Magical. Get lost in one, or found. Race through one or chew on one for weeks. And, reread one once in a while. We need books.

    Reading the book of nature requires the same time,  quiet, patience, attentiveness to its words, imagination and emotions. It is just as experiential. Enlightening. Transforming. Magical. Go for a walk. Meander through a nature area or around the block and read its words. We need nature.

    Or, go spend time in nature, bring along a book, or two, and find a quiet place to read.

  • Children,  Documentary/Street,  People/Portraits,  Sculpture

    All Giggles

    All Giggles
    All Giggles

    This past weekend I met a friend at one of our malls. One of those places that was a field of flowers, grass and trees and home to all kinds of critters. Now it’s concrete, asphalt and retail stores. Anyway this young girls older sister was having a birthday party so of course she was not included. Dad’s assignment was to keep her preoccupied. When she saw this bronze statue she quickly ran up to the bench and sat on it. Then as a young child of her age she shared her sunglasses with the bronze boy. Dad agreed to let me take a photo. And one is all I took.

  • Art,  quotes,  Sculpture

    Reading Books

    Reading Books
    Reading Books

    “Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.”  ― Charles William Eliot

  • quotes,  Sculpture

    Beautiful People

    The Pioneer Girl
    The Pioneer Girl

    “The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.” – Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

     

  • clouds,  landscape,  Sculpture

    Open Space

    Open Space

    This past week, on a whim, I drove up to the Abby of St. Walburga, located at Virginia Dale, Colorado. The Abbey is a small community of Benedictine contemplative nuns,a place of prayer. Now this is a place of quiet. The monastic life they live is based on a praying the Divine Office. There have been periods in my life where the only prayer I said was “Oh God!” So, I commend those who devote their lives to prayer, meditation and contemplation, no matter what faith. And, as I’ve aged prayer, meditation and contemplation are playing a larger part in my life.

    To get the Abby you almost have to drive to Wyoming. As you notice in the above image there are not many trees up there due to the rocky soil and the wind. So, if your’e not careful, your hat will end up in South Platte, Nebraska. For me it is a beautiful drive along Highway 287. The wind blown rock formations. The antelope and soaring hawks and clumps of trees scattered here and there caused me to wander all over the road. Sometimes I think photographers should not be driving. So I had to stop and take a few images and left my hat in the car. The image below is taken near the main door of the convent and shows the surrounding hills and a bronze statue.