Tuesday, October 3, 2017

turning and returning

photo by David Kling -  used with permission , gratitude and appreciation

 In respect,
 with regards,
 I had My Wife look up the photographer, to seek permission, to post the photo,
 shared with Me, by the Man, pictured , second from the left , after seeing him,
 at the Memorial, of the Man on the far right.

I am so glad , to have this image, of this moment,  of these People.
         A Keepsake of the occasion..
for those that find significance in the arrangement and context of groupings
I am third from right, fourth from left, as viewed on screen.
In real life , at the time , the organizations founder is standing in front- left of Me.
 Standing  on my right, the first to leave the organization,( among this particular group) .

peculiar priest picture people placement
posterity production proclivity pattern persons
paranormal  probability posture potential

As it turns out this image is the last I was to be at that Location.
The two Men on my left, viewed as right by the observer,
 the first,  and second , of this  photo group,  to Die, years later.

I had a  memorable one to one,  with both, unexpectedly,  after this photo,
 on separate occasions,  I bonded with them,  met their Wives
 oblivious to the level of Health struggle they were engaged in,
 thrilled that they remembered  me,  appreciated my work,  acknowledged my sacrifice.

We laughed about old stuff,  a tradition of sharing our Spiritual  Work with one another,
 often in the hustle bustle long distance festival gathering camp out ritual workshop - kind of way,   many faces to many faces.  ones upon a time.
Then a short time later...... a sudden shift in relationship,

 after the face to face,- one on one.    The Woman I had just  met,
 as the Wife of my organizations  conceptual clergy coalescence creation  crop,

 ( pictured above )

  was arranging and facilitating,
what would turn out to be,  the last communication between,
 My self and a person,
 who -  facing death,
 expressed an interest in engaging in a socially awkward,
 emotionally uncomfortable,  physically challenging, final exchange, with Me.

What a profound trans personally private  Gift.
The sharing of what is Real, contact , comfort,
 at least trying.
 a continuation of the tradition of showing the world how you care.
what you care about .
Naturally part of a cyclic life -spirit exchange.
Not so much about the content of what is shared,
 but, the way it is shared,
Authentic and genuine truth,  as it can best be articulated .
Life is too short for less.


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

The ways of Things

Photo by My Wife of a free floating buoyant colony of suspected filamentous blue green algae combined with some persistent diatomaceous funk in a flipped over sealed mustard jar on top of a upside down broken solar yard light as a pedestal.

How things take form,
How things come together,
Grow and develop,
Story relationships,  perspectives .

Photo by My Wife of the rear of My magic transportation devise in the form of a 71 VW type 2  painted prized and loved   sets    next to the puppet stage contained and covered next to the studio at the Home it brought Me to.moving protecting inside

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

selective sensation sensitivity sense secret

Special separate sacred safe secure space
slippery static social solitary soul syllabus
speak spirit speech,  see surrounding sojourn

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

memorial meaning monumental momentary maps movement

linked in space and time on many dimensions simultaneously

Where stand i ?

Perhaps there is a basic rootedness to be found in the movement of distant far away objects,
to sense and respond to perceived influence and inspiration.....

 at the center of all

Preserving the legacy and memory of contribution and sacrifice.
The Safe guarding of  life's Spiritual Work,
To see that it is not corrupted, wasted or miss-used.
Honorably Remembered,
Living on.
Beyond the combination of meat and mind that is the creator of any prayer,
 a strangely sympathetic sometimes synchronistic soul sound spirit sensitivity shared.
Love is not limited to the living.
Care and concern continue creatively in the compositions and constructions of culture and craft.
 Sacred Memory
What the Dead believe in,  is of as much,  or more importance than individual,  or collective popular opinion , of the current state of reality,  in this World among the living.
Technology teamed with the basic approve- dis approve, yes- no, happy- sad , up - down
A fenced in cage of characters, in an artificial landscape,
 a spiritual navigation reference,
 that is not about place connection and the revolutionary movements of Sun, Moon and Stars ;
 but connection control,  service accounts,  personal pocket power projector.repeater reproducer reflection reflex.

Earrach of Pittsburgh

You are here, and in many of MY Blog posts.
Just because you are Dead, doesn't change that.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

passing child of earth and sun

My Wife texted Me while commuting, of  the move from Hospital to Hospice, of My Friend,
 before I posted last to this blog, Hoping he might see it.

My Wife insisted that I repeat back to her the tarot card reading  I had shared with her earlier, that I had written in my sketch book/ journal the day before, from the first reading of a new "Tarot of Druids" deck I picked up on a college tour with  My Son.

My Wife was sending the reading to the Wife of My Friend, also a reader.
Apparently, He passed as I was going through the layout, the cards their position and meaning, not to worry about my wrong Irish name spelling for now etc.
The Seven of Cups,described as,inspiration- artistic success - desire to start over , the final card.

My Wife and I were going to pick up ceramic supplies and get three paintings and a print from a show that closed on My Son's birthday.
We had time to spare so we looked at the "hand made paint" studio and store next to the ceramic supply.
I bought a tube of oil paint labeled "Bohemian Green Earth."
My Wife was commenting about the special place that we went to dine next to the Rondout,
The Out of the Hospital restaurant.

My Wife received a text to call, when She checked her phone, after we had ordered the cold seafood  sampler and a couple of soups, I found out My Friend had died before the waitress came back.
We fed many hungry cute little sparrows with bread and oyster crackers in the outside dining area.

We were fortunate to spot a friend and gallerist of the Gallery we were going to, having dinner in the window of another storefront restaurant.
After picking up My four pieces we picked up some groceries,
I got a 2018 Almanac.
My Wife picked up a book from a free book table the library set up at the grocery store sliding door,
" THE TIMETABLES OF HISTORY, a horizontal linkage of people and events"

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

chronicling crepuscular comunications clairvoyant

A photo of my Son operating a prop time machine I made for his seventh grade play --- years ago.

There is something magic in presentation, exhibition and display.
something sacred in honoring contribution and collective collaborative creativity.
micro community creation
crafting communicative cultural conduits

special occasions
trans formative events

photos I had my Son take a few days ago,  maybe a week,
 of  the moss and micro mushrooms,
 under the miniature maple,  I planted many,  maybe five years ago,  maybe more.

The moss and lichen recently placed, the fruiting fungus a momentary manifestation of the hidden.
arrangement, composition unrevealed.

My personal pagan publishing print past part product paralysis, part paradigm prognosis.
courting commonality continuously creating club calendars of classes, celebrations,
Not part of the micro community hosting My Son has come to associate with those who gather for holiday ritual at his home,
 throughout his life,
 that was the partial back story of his parents pagan pairing,

The photos were taken with a hand held touch screen, wireless internet connected computerized communications devise that has been a significant presence in the environment of the times.

complex unseen relationships amidst the various developing beings that inhabit a given space at a given time,
the strange influence they have on one another, responding reacting growing.
playing with focus and attention, awareness and feeling.
What we share- how we share
common causes, crusades, missions, projects, rituals

creating an opportunity, an environment that encourages radiant expression,
What comes out of us.....  
a sharing of the shining -   Thankfulness,  Blessing   -  group core focus- Praise Gratitude
 the intent of fostering the undeveloped potential of individual talent by
the empowerment of the participant within the group
 consistent clever care company
An appeal to the  belief in the occasional unexpected connection to genius .

Before social media, before becoming a Father, before moving away from the micro community I had spawned,My Spirit was fed by the thoughts shared in a Grove newsletter, thoughts I would often share at holiday with those I was gathering with.
Beneath the Trees ended, but the Book of Sassafras began.

sometimes a scrapbook contains more than scraps, newsletters more than news, blogs more than blogs.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

of choice and chance

so is