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Another Journey

 

“…there ain’t no journey what don’t change you some.”
― David Mitchell

 

This may be a short entry tonight for once again I have spent the day travelling from west to east and I find myself weary. This is another trip visiting relatives with kids and pets and general merriment. Still every journey should have a purpose and this is a voyage of recharging and empowerment for me. I have the intention of doing only that which brings joy and forsaking the rest and bring that sense of fun back with me to Vancouver.
Blessings, G

 

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Shadow of the MindShadow of the Mind by G A Rosenberg

 

Heart Lost in Transit

 

“Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry.”
― Jack Kerouac

 

Another trip beckons
A journey of the heart
in which my heart gets left behind
Pain in leaving
but the travel as always is good.
Old friends, old habits
learned a lifetime ago.
The laughter of innocence
amid the heaviness of today.
Still there is awe in the voyage
and my heart will remain
upon my return.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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In the DetailsIn the Details by G A Rosenberg

 

VisageVisage by G A Rosenberg

Following Our Dreams but Remaining Open to Our Lives

 

“When someone is searching,” said Siddhartha, “then it might easily happen that the only thing his eyes still see is that what he searches for, that he is unable to find anything, to let anything enter his mind, because he always thinks of nothing but the object of his search, because he has a goal, because he is obsessed by the goal. Searching means: having a goal. But finding means: being free, being open, having no goal. You, oh venerable one, are perhaps indeed a searcher, because, striving for your goal, there are many things you don’t see, which are directly in front of your eyes.”
— Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

 

Do you know what its like to try too hard? I sure do. I remember one time back when I was a young adult. As a teenager, I collected coins tho I had long before given it up. One day I needed money and I remembered that I had one coin in my collection that was worth quite a bit to me in those days. I could easily bring it down to the collector’s shop and get around one hundred and fifty dollars for it. If only I could find it. I only had about an hour to get to the shop before it closed. I pulled out the cases that housed my collection and started rummaging through the collection. I kept digging through and digging through but I couldn’t find that one coin I knew that I had. I must have gone through hundred of coins of lesser value, ones that I would only get five to ten dollars apiece for but I needed that $150. I went searching for two hours and eventually found it tho the store had long since closed. . I then realized what I had been doing and I started laughing out of the sheer silly frustration of it all. I would have had more than enough money if I had only grabbed the coins of lesser value. Together they added up to way more than the one I sought.
It’s like that sometimes when we want something badly. We become so focused on what we want and how we are to go about getting it that we lose sight of all the smaller things that in the long run may benefit us even more. It would be much more useful if we remained open to what was in our path even as we worked toward our goals knowing that the whole of many small things combined can often be greater than the tunnel vision accomplishment of our set goal. I am not saying that we shouldn’t set our intent on goals but it helps if we remain open to what else lies in our path.
Blessings, G

 

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Last Remnant of a Dying OrderLast Remnant of a Dying Order by G A Rosenberg

 

Butterfly Seeking A Way OutButterfly Seeking a Way Out by G A Rosenberg

 

The Life of Trees

 

“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”
William Blake

 

strange when you look at trees and meditate beneath them, they take on a life of their own.
It’s difficult to see two with their roots wrapped around each other without imagining them uniting sexually
In a state of eternal bliss.

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tho it is in the glow of the sun set that I get the most enjoyment. As the light fades to be replaced by the different life of the nighttime

 

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Blessings,G

Barcelona, Spain

 

“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.”
–Pablo Picasso

 

After 18+ hours on planes and airports we landed in Barcelona Spain. This city is amazing in all respects. It has the European architecture that I love so much and on any given street you can see a combination of elaborate artistic buildings (Gargoyles, cherubs, statues of saints, ornate iron work and turrets) mixed with street art graffiti.
We went to the Picasso museum and got to see an amazing representation of his art and I was able to appreciate the people appreciating it. Amazing how many people look at art, trying to remember what they are supposed to see, feel and note about it based on hazily remembered art history courses and plaques. Experiencing them with fresh eyes and little training, different things kept occurring to me. Ideas that he exposed about masculine and feminine, shadow and substance. It made it quite a powerful experience.
At night we walked along Las Ramblas with some of the most amazing people watching I’ve done in quite awhile. The light seems different here as does the temperature. The people are amazing. The journey continues.
Blessings, G

 

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