in my dreams
I am one with the wind
I merge with the mountains
I melt into the landscape of my soul
in my dreams I touch the face of Our Creator
and I awaken
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Saturday, February 20
in my dreams
self-portrait from a series
in my dreams
I am one with the wind
I merge with the mountains
I melt into the landscape of my soul
in my dreams I touch the face of Our Creator
and I awaken
in my dreams
I am one with the wind
I merge with the mountains
I melt into the landscape of my soul
in my dreams I touch the face of Our Creator
and I awaken
Friday, February 19
es ella
self-portrait from a series
When I write something in Spanish, it is a challenge to translate into any other language without losing the essence.
escucho su voz
en los vientos
obedezco sus consejos
en los sueños
siento las fragancias de rosas
es ella
la madre
es ella
la diosa
es ella
la niña y la mujer
When I write something in Spanish, it is a challenge to translate into any other language without losing the essence.
I hear her echo
in the winds
I obey her advice
in the dreams
I breathe in the fragrance of roses
she is
the mother
she is
the goddess
she is
the girl and the woman
Thursday, February 18
self-denial
self-portrait from a series
crescent moon mother smiled
as I trenched through ice and snow to the temple
the obese priest spoke eloquently of self-denial
the nun dug her thumb deep into the ashes
uttering REPENT as she marked my forehead
crescent moon mother smiled
as I trenched through ice and snow to the temple
the obese priest spoke eloquently of self-denial
the nun dug her thumb deep into the ashes
uttering REPENT as she marked my forehead
Wednesday, February 17
echoes of the thirst
sterling silver sculpture "BLOOM"
I woke up with echoes of this poem in my mind...
it is titled "The Thirst"
...lovers kissing in the midst of Mother Nature
I woke up with echoes of this poem in my mind...
it is titled "The Thirst"
...lovers kissing in the midst of Mother Nature
LA SED by JUANA de IBARBOUROUwhat do you thirst for?
"Tu beso fue en mis labios
de un dulzor refrescante.
Sensación de agua viva y moras negras
me dio tu boca amante.
Cansada me acosté sobre los pastos
con tu brazo tendido, por apoyo.
Y me cayó tu beso entre los labios,
como un fruto maduro de la selva
o un lavado guijarro del arroyo.
Tengo sed otra vez, amado mío.
Dame tu beso fresco tal como una
piedrezuela del río."
Tuesday, February 16
for the best
detail from a self-portrait
are we exactly where we are suppose to be?
does everything really happen for a reason?
for the best?
last night I dreamed with ghosts.
this morning I wrote about them.
I am painting with him at my side
he hands me a rose petal and laughs
are we exactly where we are suppose to be?
does everything really happen for a reason?
for the best?
last night I dreamed with ghosts.
this morning I wrote about them.
I am painting with him at my side
he hands me a rose petal and laughs
Monday, February 15
Rubén Darío
mixed media, 2010, from an ongoing series
...her dark eyes
saw the apple in the garden:
with red lips
she tasted its nectar;
with red lips
that today know more than all the sages...
dare I attempt to translate a poem by one of Latin America's greatest?
perhaps just to give you a taste of this delicious verse...
...her dark eyes
saw the apple in the garden:
with red lips
she tasted its nectar;
with red lips
that today know more than all the sages...
...her dark eyes
saw the apple in the garden:
with red lips
she tasted its nectar;
with red lips
that today know more than all the sages...
¿Eva era rubia? No. Con negros ojos
vio la manzana del jardín: con labios
rojos probó su miel; con labios rojos
que saben hoy más ciencia que los sabios.
Venus tuvo el azur en sus pupilas,
pero su hijo no. Negros y fieros,
encienden a las tórtolas tranquilas
los dos ojos de Eros.
Los ojos de las reinas fabulosas,
de las reinas magníficas y fuertes,
tenían las pupilas tenebrosas
que daban los amores y las muertes.
Pentesilea, reina de amazonas;
Judith, espada y fuerza de Betulia;
Cleopatra, encantadora de coronas,
la luz tuvieron de tus ojos, Julia.
La negra, que es más luz que la luz blanca
del sol, y las azules de los cielos.
Luz que el más rojo resplandor arranca
al diamante terrible de los celos.
Luz negra, luz divina, luz que alegra
la luz meridional, luz de las niñas,
de las grandes ojeras, ¡oh luz negra
que hace cantar a Pan bajo las viñas!
- Rubén Darío (1867-1916)
dare I attempt to translate a poem by one of Latin America's greatest?
perhaps just to give you a taste of this delicious verse...
...her dark eyes
saw the apple in the garden:
with red lips
she tasted its nectar;
with red lips
that today know more than all the sages...
Sunday, February 14
Azarías H. Pallais
2009 mixed media, husband's great uncle
Desde que era muy niño, saltaba de alegría,
cuando la fresca lluvia de los cielos caía.
Chorros de los tejados, vuestro rumor tenía
el divino silencio de la melancolía.
Los niños con las manos tapaban sus oídos,
y oyendo con asombro los profundos sonidos
del corazón que suena como si fuera el mar,
sentían un deseo supremo de llorar.
Y como por la lluvia, todo era interrumpido,
se bañaban las cosas en un color de olvido.
Y vagaban las mentes en un ocio divino,
muy propicio a los cuentos de Simbad el Marino.
Las lluvias de mi tierra me enseñaron lecciones... ...
con Alí Baba, pasan los cuarenta ladrones.
Y cantaban mis sueños en la noche lluviosa:
¡Lámpara de Aladino, lámpara milagrosa!
Y al caer de la lluvia, la criada más antigua
desgranaba sus cuentos en una forma ambigua.
Otro de los milagros que en la lluvia, yo canto,
es, que al caer sus linfas, se pone un nuevo manto
mi ciudad que al lavarse... ...yo pienso en una de esas
austeras e impecables ciudades holandesas:
Una ciudad lavada, sin polvo, nuevecita,
donde reza el aseo su plegaria bendita.
Como, “pulvère procul” se lee en los pergaminos
de un noble de otros tiempos, por todos los caminos,
Cuando pasan las lluvias, se alegra y se extasía,
lejos, lejos del polvo, la profunda alegría:
La de andar sin pecado, por silencios de amor,
como un dulce ojo de agua de inocente rumor.
Si se libra el camino, del polvo –su pecado-
se vuelve como el santo de Asís, enamorado
de todas las criaturas, de todas las criaturas,
y a todas les ofrece sus blancas aventuras.
Son todos los caminos como flor de aventura
para el dulce Quijote de la Triste Figura.
- Azarías H. Pallais(1884-1954)
today is the first day of Nicaragua's International Poetry Festival
hosted in the colonial city of Granada
this year, the celebrated poet is my husband's great uncle
Azarías H. Pallais
best known as Padre Pallais
regarded as a saint by many
a priest, a prophet, a poet
a man truly ahead of his time...
Desde que era muy niño, saltaba de alegría,
cuando la fresca lluvia de los cielos caía.
Chorros de los tejados, vuestro rumor tenía
el divino silencio de la melancolía.
Los niños con las manos tapaban sus oídos,
y oyendo con asombro los profundos sonidos
del corazón que suena como si fuera el mar,
sentían un deseo supremo de llorar.
Y como por la lluvia, todo era interrumpido,
se bañaban las cosas en un color de olvido.
Y vagaban las mentes en un ocio divino,
muy propicio a los cuentos de Simbad el Marino.
Las lluvias de mi tierra me enseñaron lecciones... ...
con Alí Baba, pasan los cuarenta ladrones.
Y cantaban mis sueños en la noche lluviosa:
¡Lámpara de Aladino, lámpara milagrosa!
Y al caer de la lluvia, la criada más antigua
desgranaba sus cuentos en una forma ambigua.
Otro de los milagros que en la lluvia, yo canto,
es, que al caer sus linfas, se pone un nuevo manto
mi ciudad que al lavarse... ...yo pienso en una de esas
austeras e impecables ciudades holandesas:
Una ciudad lavada, sin polvo, nuevecita,
donde reza el aseo su plegaria bendita.
Como, “pulvère procul” se lee en los pergaminos
de un noble de otros tiempos, por todos los caminos,
Cuando pasan las lluvias, se alegra y se extasía,
lejos, lejos del polvo, la profunda alegría:
La de andar sin pecado, por silencios de amor,
como un dulce ojo de agua de inocente rumor.
Si se libra el camino, del polvo –su pecado-
se vuelve como el santo de Asís, enamorado
de todas las criaturas, de todas las criaturas,
y a todas les ofrece sus blancas aventuras.
Son todos los caminos como flor de aventura
para el dulce Quijote de la Triste Figura.
- Azarías H. Pallais(1884-1954)
today is the first day of Nicaragua's International Poetry Festival
hosted in the colonial city of Granada
this year, the celebrated poet is my husband's great uncle
Azarías H. Pallais
best known as Padre Pallais
regarded as a saint by many
a priest, a prophet, a poet
a man truly ahead of his time...
Saturday, February 13
ombligo de la diosa
2010 photograph from a series, that is baby's hand
todo comienza
en el ombligo de la diosa
hoyuelo sagrado de vida
en donde sueño existir
all begins
in the naval of the goddess
sacred furrow of life
where I dream of existing
todo comienza
en el ombligo de la diosa
hoyuelo sagrado de vida
en donde sueño existir
all begins
in the naval of the goddess
sacred furrow of life
where I dream of existing
Friday, February 12
mama mia, mama linda
2010 photograph
my son is only 18 months old
and is fascinated with Mother Mary
he calls her "Mama Mia" - "My Mother"
he calls her "Mama Linda" - "Beautiful Mother"
in this photograph, baby placed a favorite figurine in front of the window
perhaps he recognizes the sacred connection
between Mother Nature and Mother Mary...
my son is only 18 months old
and is fascinated with Mother Mary
he calls her "Mama Mia" - "My Mother"
he calls her "Mama Linda" - "Beautiful Mother"
in this photograph, baby placed a favorite figurine in front of the window
perhaps he recognizes the sacred connection
between Mother Nature and Mother Mary...
Thursday, February 11
Alexander McQueen
Oyster Dress, 2003 photo courtesy of The Costume Institute
the mermaid queen
wished to live in layers of petals
out of shredded shipwrecked silk
he sculpted
theatrical decadence
birthing a pearl
in memory of Alexander McQueen (1969-2010)
the mermaid queen
wished to live in layers of petals
out of shredded shipwrecked silk
he sculpted
theatrical decadence
birthing a pearl
in memory of Alexander McQueen (1969-2010)
Wednesday, February 10
trees telling me secrets
a lovely tree outside my window, inspiring an idea for sculpture
I absolutely adore the contrast of bare trees dusted with snow.
Their branches stretch, twist and turn, telling me secrets.
I absolutely adore the contrast of bare trees dusted with snow.
Their branches stretch, twist and turn, telling me secrets.
"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show."
- Andrew Wyeth (1917-2009)
Tuesday, February 9
more snow?
he loves the snow & the snow loves him back
let us welcome winter's snow
with the wonder of a child
let us welcome winter's dance
and celebrate the seasons of our lives
let us welcome winter's snow
with the wonder of a child
let us welcome winter's dance
and celebrate the seasons of our lives
Monday, February 8
cardinal
our visiting cardinal
the red bird has appeared every morning
a messenger
a reminder
in the midst of winter
the red bird has appeared every morning
a messenger
a reminder
in the midst of winter
Sunday, February 7
Saturday, February 6
diapers & peanut butter
yesterday afternoon, preparing for the big blizzard
no more yogurt
no more organic whole milk
no more bananas, not even very green ones
luckily, we still found diapers in baby's size
and peanut butter
no more yogurt
no more organic whole milk
no more bananas, not even very green ones
luckily, we still found diapers in baby's size
and peanut butter
Friday, February 5
dreams
trees outside my window
what are your dreams?
what specific actions are you taking to transform them into realities?
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
- Anaïs Nin (1907-1977)
what are your dreams?
what specific actions are you taking to transform them into realities?
Thursday, February 4
no importance
mixed media on paper, illustration from a series
what are you worried about?
what are you worried about?
"I think these difficult times have helped me to understand better than before how infinitely rich and beautiful life is in every way, and that so many things one goes around worrying about are of no importance whatever."
- Isak Denisen
Wednesday, February 3
sit quietly doing nothing
detail from a corner of my desk
Maternal instinct is that protective wild lioness, unafraid to use claws and jaws...unafraid to risk life and strength for her child.
However, sometimes the best protection is allowing our children to learn on their own. Empower them to distinguish danger and yet be unafraid. Show them by example how to get up and stand after a fall.
sit quietly doing nothing,
spring comes and the grass grows by itself.
- ZEN proverb
Maternal instinct is that protective wild lioness, unafraid to use claws and jaws...unafraid to risk life and strength for her child.
However, sometimes the best protection is allowing our children to learn on their own. Empower them to distinguish danger and yet be unafraid. Show them by example how to get up and stand after a fall.
Tuesday, February 2
hand in hand
my son with his Grand Mother, Mama-Mama 
hand in hand
round and round
they walked
he led the way
following the little path
speaking his invented language
- with the flowers
- with the fountain
- with his Grand Mother
from today's museum musings
hand in hand
round and round
they walked
he led the way
following the little path
speaking his invented language
- with the flowers
- with the fountain
- with his Grand Mother
from today's museum musings
Monday, February 1
18 months
baby & me
he is 18 months old today
my little prince
motherhood blesses, changes, challenges, transforms...
he is 18 months old today
my little prince
motherhood blesses, changes, challenges, transforms...
Sunday, January 31
Saturday, January 30
summer dreams
detail from a self-portrait
I dreamed with nuns and rosaries and a man dressed in a yellow chicken suit. It was summer in my dreams and I lived by the water.
I woke up to find snow falling.
I love all seasons, yet it is always summer in my dreams...
I dreamed with nuns and rosaries and a man dressed in a yellow chicken suit. It was summer in my dreams and I lived by the water.
I woke up to find snow falling.
I love all seasons, yet it is always summer in my dreams...
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. - Albert Camus
Friday, January 29
take time
one of my journals
what is happening?
what has happened?
take time to be in solitude
take time to be in silence
take time to be in sacredness
what is happening?
what has happened?
take time to be in solitude
take time to be in silence
take time to be in sacredness
This is what is strange - that friends, even passionate love, are not my real life unless there is time alone in which to discover what is happening or has happened.take time to BE...
- May Sarton
Thursday, January 28
hunting
a recent photograph from a series
"You wander from room to room
hunting for the diamond necklace
that is already around your neck!"
- RUMI
Wednesday, January 27
swing by sunset
when was the last time you were on a swing?
strange dreams
last night and this morning
strange day
out of sorts
between moonlight and sunset
with the world upside down
with a cold wind caressing
laughter and freedom...PLAY...
when was the last time you played?
strange dreams
last night and this morning
strange day
out of sorts
between moonlight and sunset
with the world upside down
with a cold wind caressing
laughter and freedom...PLAY...
when was the last time you played?
Tuesday, January 26
vibrate love
mixed medias on wood
so much sorrow
so much suffering
how can we heal our planet?
let us begin with
inner peace
so that we may
vibrate love
let us be conscious
of everything we consume
news, food, conversations
are these bringing us closer to peace?
so much sorrow
so much suffering
how can we heal our planet?
let us begin with
inner peace
so that we may
vibrate love
let us be conscious
of everything we consume
news, food, conversations
are these bringing us closer to peace?
"It is not that I do not wish to mix with others, but living alone in freedom is a better path for me. When I think about the misery of those in this world, their sadness becomes mine. Oh, that my monk's robe was wide enough to gather up all the suffering people in this floating world."
- Ryōkan Taigu (1758–1831)
Monday, January 25
Sunday, January 24
inspiration
2007 photograph, San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua
Is this a chicken or a rooster?
Grand Mother grew up on a farm and would know the difference instantly.
This lovely Nicaraguan bird inspired a necklace...white and black stones suspended from vintage red silk and sterling.
Inspiration is everywhere...
Is this a chicken or a rooster?
Grand Mother grew up on a farm and would know the difference instantly.
This lovely Nicaraguan bird inspired a necklace...white and black stones suspended from vintage red silk and sterling.
Inspiration is everywhere...
Saturday, January 23
beets
playing with ideas
I love beets. I love to eat them and paint with their unforgiving staining juices. Beets remind me of Grand Mother and God Mother. I can almost taste the unforgettable beet soup with Guru Spiritual Mother...
Yesterday, I discovered a jar and a can of sliced beets...both had expired.
What are we holding on to that has already expired?
expired ideas
expired relationships
expired habits
I love beets. I love to eat them and paint with their unforgiving staining juices. Beets remind me of Grand Mother and God Mother. I can almost taste the unforgettable beet soup with Guru Spiritual Mother...
Yesterday, I discovered a jar and a can of sliced beets...both had expired.
What are we holding on to that has already expired?
expired ideas
expired relationships
expired habits
Friday, January 22
spirit rain
study for sculpture
the cold rain blesses my flesh
in the silence of my heart
I listen to my spirit
don't be afraid of getting wet
go out and dance in the rain
the cold rain blesses my flesh
in the silence of my heart
I listen to my spirit
don't be afraid of getting wet
go out and dance in the rain
Thursday, January 21
wholeness
detail from mixed media on canvas, circa 1999
"...wholeness, that which our nature requires. It embodies the impulse toward self-realization and indicates the path you must follow, not from ulterior motives but from the core of your individuality. Seeking after wholeness is the Spiritual Warrior's quest. And yet what you are striving to become in actuality is what, by nature, you already are. Become conscious of your essence and bring it into form, express it in a creative way..." - Ralph H. Blum
wholeness
self-realization
essence
a powerful message I received this morning after yoga and meditation...
"...wholeness, that which our nature requires. It embodies the impulse toward self-realization and indicates the path you must follow, not from ulterior motives but from the core of your individuality. Seeking after wholeness is the Spiritual Warrior's quest. And yet what you are striving to become in actuality is what, by nature, you already are. Become conscious of your essence and bring it into form, express it in a creative way..." - Ralph H. Blum
wholeness
self-realization
essence
a powerful message I received this morning after yoga and meditation...
Wednesday, January 20
Tuesday, January 19
mares y cielos
self-portrait from a series
me visto de mares y cielos profundos
nado entre recuerdos y sueños
me pierdo y me encuentro en tu mirada
vuelo con águilas y mariposas
me visto de mares y cielos profundos
nado entre recuerdos y sueños
me pierdo y me encuentro en tu mirada
vuelo con águilas y mariposas
Monday, January 18
acuarelas de sueños
mixed media self-portrait
te pinto mi alma
en acuarelas de sueños
te cuento mis secretos
en murmullos celestes
te invento de recuerdos
en las paginas de mi ser
soy esa niña hecha mujer
te pinto mi alma
en acuarelas de sueños
te cuento mis secretos
en murmullos celestes
te invento de recuerdos
en las paginas de mi ser
soy esa niña hecha mujer
Sunday, January 17
her song
photographic detail, study for sculpture
she has her own sensual language
she speaks without saying a word
mother earth
our mother
are we listening to her song?
she has her own sensual language
she speaks without saying a word
mother earth
our mother
are we listening to her song?
"Everything in the universe is made of union and generation - by the coming together of elements that seek out one another, melt together two by two, and are born again in a third."
- Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Saturday, January 16
majestic
detail from roses on an altar
all of us were present
suspended in golden light
she was radiant
our Majestic Mother
dancing under rose petal rain
excerpt from a dream
all of us were present
suspended in golden light
she was radiant
our Majestic Mother
dancing under rose petal rain
excerpt from a dream
Friday, January 15
understanding pain as sacred
detail from a recent photograph
so much suffering on our planet
so much pain
why?
...and I was led to open the book and read:
"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain...."
- Kahlil Gibran
...and I remembered giving birth
labor pain - sacred pain
pain has the power to unite us and together birth miracles...
so much suffering on our planet
so much pain
why?
...and I was led to open the book and read:
"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain...."
- Kahlil Gibran
...and I remembered giving birth
labor pain - sacred pain
pain has the power to unite us and together birth miracles...
Thursday, January 14
praying
a recent photo from Nicaragua
praying for Haiti
praying for peace
praying for our planet
You can no more win a war that you can win an earthquake.
- Jeannette Rankin
praying for Haiti
praying for peace
praying for our planet
Wednesday, January 13
perspective
a Nicaraguan sunset
my husband and child dance and laugh
ZIGGY MARLEY sings "it's family time...it's time to be free...lift up your hearts with a smile, lift up your feet with a dance, lift up your spirit with a song..."
everything gets put into perspective
my husband and child dance and laugh
ZIGGY MARLEY sings "it's family time...it's time to be free...lift up your hearts with a smile, lift up your feet with a dance, lift up your spirit with a song..."
everything gets put into perspective
Tuesday, January 12
forever in my heart
detail from photograph taken in Rivas, Nicaragua
un altar a Nuestra Madre
Luz de Vida
Cancion de Amor
Ojos de Alegria
an altar to Our Mother
Light of Life
Song of Love
Eyes of Joy
remembering beloved Tia Indiana who lives forever in my heart
un altar a Nuestra Madre
Luz de Vida
Cancion de Amor
Ojos de Alegria
an altar to Our Mother
Light of Life
Song of Love
Eyes of Joy
remembering beloved Tia Indiana who lives forever in my heart
Monday, January 11
this day
detail from mixed media
wishing my beautiful beloved sister a blessed birthday and year
Nothing is worth more than this day.
- Johann Von Goethe
wishing my beautiful beloved sister a blessed birthday and year
Sunday, January 10
forgiveness freedom
detail from a recent photograph taken in Rivas, Nicaragua
forgiveness is freedom
it is lifting one's heart and giving it wings...
forgiveness is freedom
it is lifting one's heart and giving it wings...
The act of forgiveness is the act of returning to present time. And that's why when one has become a forgiving person, and has managed to let go of the past, what they've really done is they've shifted their relationship with time. Forgive and call back the energy wasted on past events.
- Carolyn Myss
Saturday, January 9
awake
self-portrait from a series
I love waking up before the world. I sit in silence an enter my soul. I imagine what is possible. I whisper my dreams into the dawn. I forgive others and myself. I listen to him breathing and give thanks for the moment, for being awake.
I love waking up before the world. I sit in silence an enter my soul. I imagine what is possible. I whisper my dreams into the dawn. I forgive others and myself. I listen to him breathing and give thanks for the moment, for being awake.
Friday, January 8
mujer
mixed media self-portrait from a series, 2010
soy guerrera de otros siglos
soy reina desde antes
soy gitana bailando
soy esa que grita su verdad en silencio
soy mujer
...English translation, although I prefer it in Spanish
I am a warrior from centuries past
I am a queen from long ago
I am a gypsy dancing
I am she who screams her truth in silence
I am a woman
soy guerrera de otros siglos
soy reina desde antes
soy gitana bailando
soy esa que grita su verdad en silencio
soy mujer
...English translation, although I prefer it in Spanish
I am a warrior from centuries past
I am a queen from long ago
I am a gypsy dancing
I am she who screams her truth in silence
I am a woman
Thursday, January 7
rejuvenate
photograph taken in Rivas, Nicaragua this past December 2009
how do you rejuvenate yourself?
I dance
I stretch
I meditate
I dare
I pray
I take long showers (which are not very good for my delicate skin)
I laugh
I cry
I write and write and write
I wonder
I dream
I love
I kiss him and him over and over
I forgive everyone, including myself...
how do you rejuvenate yourself?
I dance
I stretch
I meditate
I dare
I pray
I take long showers (which are not very good for my delicate skin)
I laugh
I cry
I write and write and write
I wonder
I dream
I love
I kiss him and him over and over
I forgive everyone, including myself...
"We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden." - Johann Von Goethe
Wednesday, January 6
best day
every day is a happy day for him
Write in your heart that every day is the BEST day of the year.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Write in your heart that every day is the BEST day of the year.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tuesday, January 5
floating world
I just love this series of recent photographs
a quote that found me after morning meditation
I see people in the world throw away their lives lusting after things, never able to satisfy their desires, falling into deep despair and torturing themselves. Even if they get what they want, how long will they be able to enjoy it? For one heavenly pleasure they suffer ten torments of hell, binding themselves more firmly to the grindstone. Such people are like monkeys frantically grasping for the moon in the water and then falling into a whirlpool. How endlessly those caught up in the floating world suffer. - Ryōkan Taigu (1758–1831)
a quote that found me after morning meditation
Monday, January 4
creation
2009 photograph of my son holding "VOLCAN" solid sterling silver
my God Mother
also his God Mother
our Queen Tilly says:
my God Mother
also his God Mother
our Queen Tilly says:
Your son is holding your creation, holding you. The fact that it is a ring signifies the unity and bond between Mother and Son. He is the future holding the present - the sterling silver treasure from the depths of Mother Earth formed into a volcano representative of the power and forces of Nature. His open fingers signify that he will hold your hand for a while but then venture out on his own taking with him the love, strength, confidence, guidance, and inspiration he gains from you. Your son - your most beautiful creation is sharing your art with the world.
- Edda M. Sevilla Somoza
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