Thursday, November 20, 2008

Moon Rise



Image courtesy of Don Fulano on flickr.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Monument to Homeopathy

Dr. Samuel Hahnemann

Monument to Dr. Samuel Hahnemann, founder of Homeopathy in Washington, DC.

Photo by kimberlyfaye via flickr.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Emerson

"To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone. The tradesman, the attorney comes out of the din and craft of the street, and sees the sky and the woods, and is a man again. In their eternal calm, he finds himself. The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough."

- Emerson

Monday, November 17, 2008

Healing Art

Circle of Glowing Wax Shoes

Wax shoes, via Jm3 on flickr.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Wendell Barry

I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.

-Wendell Berry

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Night

Monday, November 10, 2008

Security

Tomorrow will have an island. Before night
I always find it. Then on to the next island.
These places hidden in the day separate
and come forward if you beckon.
But you have to know they are there before they exist.

Some time there will be a tomorrow without any island.
So far, I haven't let that happen, but after
I'm gone others may become faithless and careless.
Before them will tumble the wide unbroken sea,
and without any hope they will stare at the horizon.

So to you, Friend, I confide my secret:
to be a discoverer you hold close whatever
you find, and after a while you decide
what it is. Then, secure in where you have been,
you turn to the open sea and let go.

—William Stafford

Friday, November 7, 2008

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Healing Mandalas

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Rubem Alves

“What is hope? It is the presentiment that imagination is more real and reality is less real than it looks. It is the hunch that the overwhelming brutality of facts that oppress and repress are not the last word. It is the suspicion that reality is more complex than realism wants us to believe; that the frontiers of the possible are not determined by the limits of the actual, and that in a miraculous and unexpected way, life is preparing the creative events which will open the way to freedom and resurrection.”

– Rubem Alves