Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Goodnight, I love you

Love You Love You Love You again
and if hearts be tired-
Love you Forever times Ten.

When hummingbirds go to bed at night they slow down their heart rate and lower their body temperature. This reduces hummer's metabolic rate- otherwise she could starve to death in the middle of the night. The mini hibernation is a state called torpor. From a biological perspective, it's a great thrifty idea. Mice and little squirrels do it too. From a Merriam-Webster perspective it's a state of mental and motor inactivity with partial or total insensibility : extreme sluggishness or stagnation of function.

So moon and little hummingbird are smiling with each other. Love beyond performance and perspective, amen.

Shipped this out today- it's for a little one about to be born.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Polar Bear

Here’s the new polar bear painting:

Am reading the book Eye of Spirit by Ken Wilber. Mike Cohen has been teaching me new stuff lately and suggested the book especially for its chapters on art. And hey- Vincent Van Gogh’s words sound a lot like Mother Teresa’s!

Two quotes:

One from Emerson via Ken:

“These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time for them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.”

And Ken on Integral Art:

“That all-pervading Beauty is not an exercise in creative imagination. It is the actual structure of the universe. That all-pervading Beauty is in truth the very nature of the Kosmos right now. It is not something you have to imagine, because it is the actual structure of perception in all domains. If you remain in the eye of Spirit, every object is an object of radiant Beauty. If the doors of perception are cleansed, the entire Kosmos is your lost and found Beloved, the Original Face of primordial Beauty, forever, and forever, and endlessly forever. And in the face of that stunning Beauty, you will completely swoon into your own death, never to be seen from or heard again, except on those tender nights when the wind gently blows through the hills and the mountains, quietly calling your name.”

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Thursday, November 18, 2010


The Show! The show was grand. Sarah said, "It's cool, you know, how it's a creative experience where everybody participates sharing their skills." A co-created event! The kirtan was a heartslam. Katie flew up from South Carolina and made sweet potato soup. Dad, Susan, and Kaitlyn flew up from Florida and trimmed evergreens and lit candles and fires. Chrysanthie was a yurt angel and also decorated the entire house, Steve ran the whole place, Roger screened a new film, Roger showed his rainbow water colors, Sarah brought bushels of food she grew, Olivia made dressings of plants, Doug did the sound like a pro (cause he is), Scott built and built, Christina fed us, Deborah breathed us and twinkle lit, Tammy made ginger tea and little bows, Jason held some space and baked seeds, Sara decorated signs and necklaces, Heather photographed, Diane made Belgium chocolates trala la la.

Our time is rolling in. I smell the pines singing.

What were we waiting for? For some of us to catch up? To what? We're all here.

We grow wide as the breath of the sea.
We grow deep as the vein of gold into the heart of the earth.