turned in my ballot
watched the first debate
went to sleep hopeful
’tis the season of change
i feel it in the air.
“you are not just for the right or left, but for what is right over the wrong.”
– suzy kassem, the writings of suzy kassem
august is the sunday of summer.
until the election
think, read, listen, ask, talk, learn, know
make your choice
“everything in your life is a reflection of a choice you have made.
if you want a different result, make a different choice.”
forsythia bright in my quarantine kitchen
blossoms have begun to fall
everything is temporary.
“Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.” – pema chodron
sign on a closed store window, found while walking in a very quiet downtown
“life is such a rolling coaster, either you roll with it willingly,
or roll with it unwillingly, but you must roll either way.”
change is afoot
winter solstice has arrived.
“change in all things is sweet.”
‘Origin of the Spark’ – new painting by Stephanie Law,
as featured in her ‘Conjure’ exhibition
saw this in the early morning when walking downtown
I wonder about the story behind how it got there
was it a server at his/her limit
finally reaching the tipping point
throwing down the apron
tying them down
something better/different/new out there?
‘a single act of courage is often the tipping point for extraordinary change.’
one sister visiting
one sister gone too soon
only brother on his way
grandchildren in tow
we visited the place
where we had grown up.
it looked much the same
yet felt somehow not.
much like us.
“there is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged
to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.”
today is the summer solstice which marks the longest day of the year in the northern hemisphere and the shortest in the southern hemisphere. cultures around the world have marked the solstice throughout history as a moment of importance both for the changing of the seasons and for our relationship with the sacred.
this solar moment marks what is known as liminal space, or space between. the concept of liminality is more than just a space between two distinct times; it’s also a space in which rules are temporarily lifted, and roles are reversed.
if the concept of liminality seems new to you, think about all of the liminal spaces in your own life, birthdays are a great example as they’re a space between ages and you’re granted temporary permission to do exactly as you please. part of liminity is that it shows up to transform you, and then it ends. in the example of your birthday, you’re now a new age.
“the question is not what you look at, but what you see.
it is only necessary to behold the least fact or phenomenon,
from a point a hair’s breadth aside from our habitual path or routine,
to be overcome, enchanted by its beauty and significance.”
― henry david thoreau
art credit: cy twombly, le jour ni l’heure: quatre sagioini: estate (the four seasons – summer)
credits: emily ridout, elephant journal, merriam-webster dictionary