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Ripening in Time

 

“It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.”
― Vincent van Gogh

 

When I look at something long enough, it stops being the object that I started observing and starts becoming itself intrinsically, I look at the chair next to me, the brown vinyl scratched by the cat, the stuffing coming out of it, wood showing though the bottom. I notice the way the light touches the top of it. It has lost all meaning of itself as a chair and more and more intrinsic meaning, its form supplanting its function. Say a word over and over out loud and soon it loses all meaning, instead becoming a collection of noises. It seems anything studied over a length of time through any of our senses becomes more and more its intrinsic self and less and less what it has been wrought to be….
What then happens when we study ourselves?
Blessings, G

 

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Telling the New Day's TaleTelling the Tale of the New Day by G A Rosenberg

 

(Id)iographic(Id)biographic by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – February 16 2013

“I am always doing what I cannot do yet, in order to learn how to do it.”
― Vincent van Gogh

 

I love to learn new things. Most often of course I learn by doing it wrong until I get it right. To this end I have made mistakes in art, poetry, writing, parenting, relationships, sales and so many other areas but gradually in some I have improved and continue hopefully to do so. My partner despairs that I’ll ever master some of the subtleties of doing laundry among other things but as I said, hopefully I learn from my mistakes.
For a long time I was afraid of trying new things and failing. It has taken me a long time to learn that as long as I am trying new things I cannot fail nor grow old. This has been a learning that has been long in coming and probably one of the most important things I can ever pass on to my kids.
Blessings, G

 

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AquaMarine Crystal

Aqua-Marine Crystal by G A Rosenberg

 

Cool Garnet PathwayGarnet Pathways by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – December 9 2012

“There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.”
― Vincent van Gogh

Who inspires you? At who’s spiritual  fire do you warm yourself knowing that with them you will never freeze? Do you inspire yourself? Do you hope to inspire others? We ALL have fire in our soul. At times it may feel like an extinguishing candle but at other times, sometimes very singular times but at least sometimes, we know ourselves to hold a blowtorch, just waiting for a chance to inspire others and definitely at the very least we all have the ability to self inspire ourselves to never before dreamed of heights.
Blessings, G

 

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Rays and circles

Journey by G A Rosenberg

Shadows and Flame

Shadows and Flame by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – November 25 2012

“The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.”
― Vincent van Gogh

When you have the need to feed your village , your family or even your head, it becomes easier to take risks. In general, when you are answering a need especially when it is one of the spirit, then you transcend risks. I think we’ve all reached points in our life where staying on shore no longer seems like a viable option. It doesn’t mean that the dangers don’t exist and you may need to prepare and fight your way through them and yes risk death. It does mean that you are willing to die if necessary rather than to not undertake the journey at all.
Blessings, G

 

 

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Lovestruck by G A Rosenberg

Stormflower Abstract by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – October 30 2012

“It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.”
― Vincent van Gogh

 

“What are you staring at?”
I used to hear that question all the time and seldom had a good answer. I’d stare at cars and bushes, at women, at men, at a flower or an eye of a beautiful shade that caught my eye. Sometimes i feel my sense of aesthetics may be somewhat strange but I love to look at that which strikes me as beautiful and if I don’t see several of those in a moment than perhaps I am not trying. It may be a truly picturesque form of ADHD :).
“What are you staring at?”
Still as I said before, I tend to stare, not because I want the object of my gaze but because I wish to admire it, to grock it (yes I’ve been using that word a lot lately but it truly does seem to fit its definition more than most words therefore I’ll stick with it) in its fullness until i can feel connection. It may not be what others find beautiful. Who wants to be limited to that? But it is because I am struck by it.
The longer we look at things, truly look as opposed to playing the memory tapes that we all too often do, the more we can truly see it, appreciate it and find within ourselves that part that resonates with whatever we look at. Thus as we give it meaning, it returns the favour.
Blessings, G

 

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Tarot Trump XVII – The Star by G A Rosenberg

 

Reach Out From the Inside

Night time…

“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. ”
~Vincent Van Gogh

Mother Night folds me to her breast
caresses my being in shades of sleep
The day has drained me
and in her dark being
I will find myself replenished.

Shadows walking through my soul
Shadows caressing me in my bed
whisper lullabies in my ears
and bring me dreaming home

–Gary A Rosenberg

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Clouds at  Night by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – May 22 2012

“If one wants to be active, one must not be afraid of going wrong, one must not be afraid of making mistakes now and then. Many people think that they will become good just by doing no harm — but that’s a lie…. That way lies stagnation, mediocrity.”
Vincent Van Gogh

And now for something at least slightly different….

Journey Down the Dream Corridor… a story fragment in early draft

In my dream I was standing when I heard a voice, I was uncertain of the gender but it was soft and mellow

“Have you forgiven yourself yet?

I started walking or at least moving like I do in dreams and walked into the next room
A woman was there, unfamiliar and yet known. Heavy set yet short with a face framed by brown hair, looking old fashioned but sweet with eyes that shone like they used to maybe with a touch more weariness

“Rosante?” I asked

“Yes, its been awhile.”

“It’s been thirty-two years since Jan forbade me from seeing you again. Because i…”

“Because you told me you knew about me and Jan. That he would touch me and ask me to touch him. I’ve never seen him so angry and I never felt so shattered. Or maybe so free.”

“He was my best friend”

“He was my brother and my lover. He was also yours”

“No, well only the two times” I laughed tho its the kind of laugh that scrapes glass across your inside.

“You wanted more.” She said softy not accusingly and took my hand. “I knew you didn’t want me for myself but for what I represented. A way to be closer to him”

“No.” i shook my head “That’s not true”. Tho I knew it was.. I felt my surroundings start to spin

“It’s ok. I moved on, got some therapy got myself together. You were kind to me. I forgave you long ago.”She moved over to a window I hadn’t noticed before.

“The question is have you forgiven yourself”

I thought I had. I had long ago reconciled with the loss of friendship not only of Jan but of Rose as well. I had felt guilty about that bit of innocence, my spoken knowledge and Jan’s anger had ripped from her but I had always thought that it was her that I wanted for herself. Could it have been all about Jan. He had been my first teacher in the realm of magic, spirituality, qabalah and Castaneda. He seduced me, saying he sensed that element in my nature. We had been roommates for a few years and occasionally double dated girls whom Jan worked with at the mall.

Then he introduced me to Rose and told me the story of the sister whom he comforted and held through the tyranny of their mother’s second marriage. The sister whom he took advantage of, describing to me all the times he had disrobed her of the negligees that he bought for her. I met her and fell hard or so I thought. Could it have realy been all about Jan?

Still it had been so long ago. It taught me discretion and that sometimes it is better to not say what you know just because you have shared knowledge with another. I kept tabs for awhile. I found that Rose had started to date Jack, another friend and student of Jan’s so I figured in the long run no permanent damage was done.

Now I realized that I had wanted Rose not for herself but as an object of affection I knew what that felt like . I looked at Rose. “Yes..”
“Goodbye then,” she started fading and where she had been standing was a new door partly ajar

I heard the question again as I reached for the doorknob.

“Have you forgiven yourself?”

There will be more to the story as the Dream Corridor has many rooms and  forgiveness and redemption an ongoing process.
Blessings, G

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Inside the Dragon’s Mouth by G A Rosenberg

Funhouse Corridor in Chapel Perilous by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – May 14 2012

““If you hear a voice within you say „you cannot paint“, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.”
― Vincent van Gogh

 

I have been long familiar with that voice. You know, the voice that says “I can’t do it”, “You’ll never make it”, “Give it up and go home”. Most days if I hear it now it is but a whisper but at times in my younger days, it was so loud it paralyzed. It kept me off the stage in university tho i had done plays in high school. It stopped me from ever doing visual art or much with my writing.

Luckily at some point I decided that if I never did any of the things that caught my mind, life would suck. I started taking chances. I collected stories of people who didn’t care what the world thought of them. People like Joshua Norton, the only Emperor the United States ever had if only in his mind (and those of the many who humoured and honoured him. (Look up his story (Somewhere a few years back on this site are a few videos I made about Emperor Norton). I think of Florence Foster Jenkins, unable to carry a tune and yet selling out Carnegie Hall with people being turned away (they might have come to laugh but they also marvelled at her spirit) . “”Some may say that I couldn’t sing, but no one can say that I didn’t sing.” she told a friend and indeed she did

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Amazingly the people who came to her concerts were unfailingly polite. If they felt the need to laugh, they did so discretely. Vincent Van Gogh sold no paintings during his life and could not get anyone to take him seriously as a painter. Now he is considered one of the greatest the world has ever known. Perhaps it is only by living your dream that you can silence not only the voices in your head but the external ones as well.

Blessings, G

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With Which do You Identify? by G A Rosenberg

New Land by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – January 18 2012

“In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism, skepticism and humbug, and we shall want to live more musically.”
― Vincent van Gogh

I find myself contemplating the above quote and deriving meaning. Isn’t quite a bit of music cynical, skeptical and containing the disdain that I believe Van Gogh referred to by humbug. Music tho seems to have the ability of exorcising as well as evoking these qualities. When we put our hearts into what we sing , we put them on display if only to ourselves and the gods of song (to put a gratuitous Leonard Cohen reference in as well). Cynicism doesn’t seem to last long when displayed openly for any length of time. It seems to be a thing of the moment. When we live musically, we live artistically and perhaps more naturally. Namaste, G

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Heart-Felt Spirals by G A Rosenberg