On Grief
Staring out at grids of cement, some thoughts on grief, mourning, hope and healing.
Staring out at grids of cement, some thoughts on grief, mourning, hope and healing.
My footsteps crushed on the gravel as I wandered over to a damp bench and sighed in relief as I sat down. It had been loud inside. I looked up at lady moon, and embraced the stillness, the solitude, embraced all of our living and dying and everything in between. The following words then came to me as a flurry of exploding thoughts that I felt to be as true as anything I had ever known.
On the immense beauty of delving into grief, sadness and surrender; on becoming more intimate with our inner selves, and honouring the seasons of our souls.
I love tinkering with views of perception and the slippery place we find ourselves in when we realize how subjective the act of seeing really is. Light reaches our eyes, but light and neither colors are absolutes. These following photos that capture the light that plants emit are not only other worldly beautiful, but also make you pause to think about all the things our senses aren’t tuned to pick up on. Enjoy.
One of the most beautiful passages I’ve ever come across in literature, from Herman Hesse, on trees.
These are the images created when we program machines to ‘dream’. This is a little too close for comfort.
The following letter, sent by Chief Seattle of the Dwamish Tribe in Washington to President Pierce in 1855, illustrates the dignity, wisdom, and continuing relevance of their native continental vision – “How can you buy or sell the sky – the warmth of the land? All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. What is it to say goodbye to the swift and the hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.”
Pay heed to the soft winds
That run along the summit of trees
In music; to the cooler breath
That from the inmost darkness comes, scarcely felt; the barky trunks, the ground,
The fresh moist ground, are all instinct.
Letters to a Young Poet is a collection of ten letters written by poet Rainer Maria Rilke to a young officer cadet. Over the course of ten beautiful letters, Rilke advises Kappus on how a poet should feel, love, and seek truth. What follows are some excerpts I chose from his letters, for anyone (like me) who’s learning to love the questions more than the answers…
It is a delicate dance, between the inner voice and outer editor — here are 30 riffs from one of literature’s freest expressionists on the process of writing and letting go. Even if it’s not your style, something here will resonate for anyone that’s ever picked up a pen with the urge to write.
A collection of vintage posters I absolutely love. Take a peek.
The inspirational story of Gilbert Garcin, factory worker turned surrealist photographer at the age of 65. Let Garcin be a reminder to us all that you’re never too old, and it is never to late to start creating, making, seeking, exploring.
I said nothing for a time,
Just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
And so we find ourselves, once again, in front of the blank canvas. The blank canvas, which reflects both our fear and our opportunity to break it. The first act of creation is not a mark, it is the nullification of the infinity that exists before the first mark. To make a mark is to remember that we are finite.
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream.
Parachutes, my love, could carry us higher
Than this mid-air in which we tremble.
Nietzsche on the path to finding ourselves
Paul Klee, writing in his diaries in the first years of the 20th century, on himself.
This, I believe, is the central question upon which all creative living hinges: Do you have the courage to bring forth the treasures that are hidden within you?