“Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream”
― Jack Kerouac
By great, of course, Kerouac was not speaking of a qualitative judgement but of size and importance, a dream filled with awe and sometimes mundanity but filled to the brim with faces, reflections of ourselves that sometimes appear strange, locations that change faster than we realize and sometimes faster than we feel we can adjust to and a sense of unreality that comes and goes with startling regularity. I don’t feel alone in perceiving it this way. Still when I decide I’m going to surf the waves that come my way, immerse myself in the dream while realizing that’s what it is… happiness and its wonderfully wise older sister joy can ensue… Feeling this and knowing this is a gift of the universe. Tho like most gifts it tends to come to those to whom it belonged to already… Tho I feel at the same time it is everyone’s birthright.
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Faces in the Purple Fire by G A Rosenberg
Llama with beautiful Eyes
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see. ”
–Henry David Thoreau.
Do I see my son talking back and being cynical or do I see a young man somewhat insecure asserting his independence for the first time?
Do we see people trying to be better than they were or do we see them fall short?
How do we see ourselves? Do we see our failures, out successes or a combination of both?
Do we see the beauty inherent in even the most grotesque of people and events or do we only look at the ugliness?
What is it we want to see. Our choices make us who we are.
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Gem Journey Scaffolding by G A Rosenberg
Today my mother went into a hospice. I had been there in Florida for the past week with my family, watching her slowly deteriorate. Now at least she will be made comfortable. Even tho I realize that it is merely the body that dies, a setting aside of clothes that no longer fit and that soon she will be much happier and free of physical pain, saying goodbye or even abientot has been harder, even than I thought.
Seduced by the beauty
Of a fire-lit sky
on the water
I sit here
as my spirit sails
I’ve been taught
To live in truth and walk in beauty
I appreciate how far I’ve come
Yet my journey has barely begun
Can’t wait to see what happens next
And yet feel no rush.
I love this
and the life, world and being that have
brought me here
I’ve been playing around with painting techniques in Photoshop. Here is a picture of my sisters, my brother, my dad and myself taken last Thanksgiving