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Peace and Reflection

THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry

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Reflection
Reflection … a painting by Frank Kliewer

Two for Infinite Joy, Please

In the 23” x 20” framed acrylic on wood painting below, Frank gets whimsical with some Asian characters, have two stick figures joyfully jumping a hurdle together, ripping through the fabric of space and time. This piece is part of an infinity bubble series.

Two for Infinite Joy, please
Two for Infinite Joy, Please

Finding a realistic and sustainable joy is often easier with a trusted partner or group.

Beauty and the Muck

Today’s post features a painting hanging in the Art and Zen Sanctuary.

Beauty and the Muck
Beauty and the Muck

This work is painted in acrylic on a hand-crafted custom wood panel, painted around the 1.75″ edges and measuring 96” x 24” with rounded corners. This art is now employed as a mirror imaged background for the composite header now at the top of each page, along with our enlightenment frog sitting as a guide.

The significance of the lotus flower in the Zen tradition is about beauty rising out of the muck where it grows. This is similar to freeing our minds through meditation, rising above the mess around us in the world today.

Bless you all as you deal with task of finding the best space to elevate your consciousness.

 

Death Poem

There is no death when...

There is no death when stars implode

A stream of atoms coalesce in some temporary terminus…

A planet, a person, a life.

We are made of stars yet blindly grope

For fame and immortality, for hope.

If we could only see our brilliance

Or that we are the true alien wanderers,

That we are one and never alone

And already home,

We would find our place in infinity.

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Mary E. Fleisch

There is no death

There is no death

Only change,

There is no death.

In an endless stream,

Flows our breath.

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Reassess our measurement of time:

“Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays.

Man alone measures time.

Man alone chimes the hour.

And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.”

― Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper

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Being in the moment is the Zen solution.

Our vow:  Be where we are, require nothing…accept everything.  Easier said than done, but keep at trying, that is all we can do.

Sand Castles and New Horizons

As we mark the passage of the old year and look forward to new horizons, it might be worthwhile to take a look back at our past and consider how quickly a moment passes.

Sand Castles - New Horizons
Sand Castles

Frank’s portrayal of his grandchildren a decade ago, playing in the sand, is incorporated into this 18″ x 30″ acrylic on wood painting “Sand Castles.” Also featured is the Old Charleston (Morris Island) lighthouse, built in 1876. It is the third tower to occupy that space, the first built in 1767.
His grandson is now in the U.S. Air Force and will complete basic training next month. His granddaughter will be graduating high school in two years. The poignancy of this fleeting moment of childhood is echoed in the old tower, with its outdated technology and the encroaching sea. And yet it still stands, proud, battered, the stories of lives redeemed written in every brick.
We can choose to look back with sorrow and regret or move on with indifference and thoughtlessness. Or we can bless the moment and then let it go. It is our choice. We follow our lights as we can.

“…and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.”
The last line of Moby Dick by Herman Melville

We wish you peace and joy in 2014. Thank you for visiting this site.
Please come again.

Flying Santa – Right Action

Capt. William H. Wincapaw, known as an adventurous and skilled Airman, unknowingly began a tradition in 1929. He was just a guy that wanted to bring holiday cheer to the lighthouse keepers along the East Coast by dropping packages of toys, coffee, shaving supplies, and snacks around Christmas time. He soon became known by the light keepers as the Flying Santa. Over the decades the planes and pilots changed, but except for a break during World War II, the practice continues today, now by helicopter.

This Christmas, Frank wanted to pay special tribute to the new Airman in the family, his grandson Griffyn. So, a new 30” x 24” acrylic on wood panel painting shown below is added today to Frank’s lighthouse series. The lighthouse seen in this painting is the Boston Light.

Flying Santa
Flying Santa

This painting honors those who take special care of the all-important light keepers, as well as the remote Coast Guard outposts.

Now as Griffyn has his first Christmas away from home in the Air Force, we wish him and his group a safe and enjoyable Christmas, as we thank all those who bless and protect us from above.