Standing At Nature’s Alter — Image by kenne (Monday Morning Milers — August 29, 2011)
Standing at Nature’s Alter
When we stand at the altar of nature, we stand with the greats; Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, and John Muir, each having helped define our relationship with nature and language —
“Every natural fact is a symbol of some spiritual fact, . . . words are signs of natural facts.”
Nature’s beauty becomes a source of spiritual energy connecting all things into a universal whole with the power of our thoughts and will.
We stand at nature’s altar not separate from her, seeing us in the flowers, insects, animals, mountains, creating a unified landscape of our inward and outward senses.
Like all relationships, the experience depends on the degree of harmony between us and nature, therefore becoming a gift granted while walking with nature as she is embraced in our minds –
Enlighten, she shares her secrets, making the universe more “transparent.” Yet, the gift may only offer a glimpse, to be shared in images and words, charming all living things.
— kenne
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. — John Muir
Just like the white winged dove Sings a song Sounds like she’s singing Who who who Just like the white winged dove Sings a song Sounds like she’s singing Oh baby oh said oh
And the days go by Like a strand in the wind In the web that is my own I begin again Said to my friend, baby Nothin’ else mattered
He was no more than a baby then Well he seemed broken hearted Something within him But the moment that I first laid Eyes on him all alone On the edge of seventeen
Just like the white winged dove Sings a song Sounds like she’s singing Oh baby oh said oh Just like the white winged dove Sings a song Sounds like she’s singing Oh baby oh said oh
I went today maybe I will go again Tomorrow And the music there it was hauntingly Familiar And I see you doing What I try to do for me With the words from a poet And the voice from a choir And a melody nothing else mattered
Just like the white winged dove Sings a song Sounds like she’s singing Oh baby oh said oh Just like the white winged dove Sings a song Sounds like she’s singing Oh baby oh said oh
The clouds never expect it When it rains But the sea changes colors But the sea Does not change And so with the slow graceful flow Of age I went forth with an age old Desire to please On the edge of seventeen
Just like the white winged dove Sings a song Sounds like she’s singing Oh baby oh said oh Just like the white winged dove Sings a song Sounds like she’s singing Oh baby oh said oh
Well then suddenly There was no one left standing In the hall yeah yeah In a flood of tears That no one really ever heard fall at all Oh I went searchin’ for an answer, Up the stairs and down the hall Not to find an answer Just to hear the call Of a nightbird singing Come away come away
Just like the white winged dove Sings a song Sounds like she’s singing Oh baby oh said oh Just like the white winged dove Sings a song Sounds like she’s singing Oh baby oh said oh
Well I hear you in the morning And I hear you At nightfall Sometime to be near you Is to be unable to hear you My love I’m a few years older than you
Just like the white winged dove Sings a song Sounds like she’s singing Oh baby oh said oh
Anyone who has a cat will recognize this image. It’s their nature to be in the middle of whatever you are doing.
Being a blogger, I have noticed that many bloggers share photos of their cat(s). The other day when I saw yet another blogger cat image, Kika was in her usual place asleep in a position similar to the blogger’s cat. So, I captured the above image — cats being cats!
Each Monday morning I receive an email from Roy Williams, the wizard behind the curtain at the Wizard Academy. This morning’s was titled, “Gather Up the Fragments,” a line from John 6:1-13. Roy asks the question, “Have you ever stopped to “gather up the fragments” of your life?”
If we believe that ”becoming is superior to being,” then the process of becoming is that of “gathering up the fragments,” so that we may become whole. Whatever has been broken, whatever has been missing, whatever has been disconnected, whatever has been lost, needs to be gathered. The cookie crumbs are as important as the cookie.
Living this principle is easy to accept in the context being – the moment. What happens when the moment becomes the past? Unresolved fragments, as Williams states, may be come “shrapnel” as we try to maintain a sense of becoming whole. His answer is, “Negotiate your broken places. They allow for new connections.”
As in the universe, all fragments dance in harmony as we move forward in time. Nothing is truly ever lost. We either choose not to see them, or the original act has crossed beyond the horizon. Either way, these fragments are no longer a part of what we may perceive to be real. We can change this perception by allowing what we see to include the eyes of others. By looking through the eyes of others we are able to see the world as it truly is, a bright mosaic.
Bright mosaics are made from gathered fragments.
Broken. Colorful. Unique.
Just like the pattern of your life.
Negotiate your broken places.
They allow for new connections.
Appreciate the weirdness of your past.
It adds color to your future.
Celebrate your personal heritage.
It beats the hell out of whining.
Joy and Kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 
Each Monday morning I receive an email from Roy Williams, the wizard behind the curtain at the Wizard Academy. This morning’s was titled, “Gather Up the Fragments,” a line from John 6:1-13. Roy asks the question, “Have you ever stopped to “gather up the fragments” of your life?”
If we believe that ”becoming is superior to being,” then the process of becoming is that of “gathering up the fragments,” so that we may become whole. Whatever has been broken, whatever has been missing, whatever has been disconnected, whatever has been lost, needs to be gathered. The cookie crumbs are as important as the cookie.
Living this principle is easy to accept in the context being – the moment. What happens when the moment becomes the past? Unresolved fragments, as Williams states, may be come “shrapnel” as we try to maintain a sense of becoming whole. His answer is, “Negotiate your broken places. They allow for new connections.”
As in the universe, all fragments dance in harmony as we move forward in time. Nothing is truly ever lost. We either choose not to see them, or the original act has crossed beyond the horizon. Either way, these fragments are no longer a part of what we may perceive to be real. We can change this perception by allowing what we see to include the eyes of others. By looking through the eyes of others we are able to see the world as it truly is, a bright mosaic.
Bright mosaics are made from gathered fragments.
Broken. Colorful. Unique.
Just like the pattern of your life.
Negotiate your broken places.
They allow for new connections.
Appreciate the weirdness of your past.
It adds color to your future.
Celebrate your personal heritage.
It beats the hell out of whining.
— Roy Williams
kenne
(Image: “Expectations IV” by kenne)
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