September 03, 2023 – A

Sunrise Over the Marsh 05/21/2019 Oil Paint Rendered –The Low Country, Beaufort, South Carolina
We find our own way,
taking our cues from 
the way life requires to be lived,
playing the "Is this me or not me?" game
from one choice to the next.

Forced choices are not choices at all,
just places where we don't get to choose
what we do about what's happening.

What to do about what's happening
is how we express/find who we are,
and where we shine,
and where we have no business being,
and what we have no business doing.

Our life is at its best 
when we are aligned
with its direction and flow,
at one with who we are
and what we are doing.

It is at its worst
when we are at the mercy
of events and circumstances
between the clashing rocks
on the heaving waves of the wine dark sea,
with nothing but forced choices
compelling us to be and do 
in ways at odds with who we are
and what we are built for.

When the accountant 
is working for rent money
behind a bar in a dive,
it is a bad day every day,
and what's to be done then?

It is the right kind of emptiness,
stillness and silence all the way.

The accountant has to find the way
back to the Tao--the flow of life--
one small step/decision at a time,
listening, looking, sensing, feeling
"Me or not me?"
With every choice that is not forced.
And being right about 
what is me and not me,
and finding out how much she/he 
can get by with 
in the time left for living.

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September 02, 2023 -B

White Fringed Phacelia 04/11/2014, Oil Paint Rendered — Cove Hardwoods Nature Trail, Chimney’s Picnic Area,
Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Gatlinburg, Tennessee, April 11, 2014
William Wordsworth nailed it 
with his, 
"The world is too much with us late and soon..."
and its lament regarding
our lost connection with nature
and nature's way of getting things done.

"We have lost the magic,"
he would say,
or better perhaps,
"We have traded the magic
for thirty pieces of silver,
or its modern equivalent!"

The older I get,
the more unfamiliar the world becomes--
and that, I think,
is a common experience among humans
at least since the Industrial Revolution,
though I expect long before,
before the advent of "civilization."

The world is not a trustworthy place to be.

I have seen it in the eyes
of my six-month old great grand daughter,
and regret her coming encounter
with the world beyond mom and dad
and their extended families,
as she enters day care or "preschool"
and the regimen/realities 
that come with it.

Do we ever out-grow what we lose
in that "bargain"?

Barbara Navarro's work in protesting
the loss of life and a way of life
among the indigenous Yanomami people
to gold "miners" in South America
highlights the world of a small tribe
of families where the children
never leave home in our sense of the word,
but live out their lives within the "family"
providing stability and security
with no preschool, etc. to intrude.

The love of money is destroying their world,
and there is no fair exchange in that transaction.

We have lost what they are losing,
without noticing/grieving/knowing
what we do not have.

But something knows within,
and we carry the burden of our alienation
from what something knows
throughout our life,
knowing only that something is not right,
and not-knowing what to do about it.

The old Yogis and Taoist/Zen masters
withdrew into the silence
of the lost world of Yin/Yang,
seeking the balance and harmony,
the stability and security,
of their ancestors way of life.

Aren't we all drawn to the AUM
of union with the source and goal
of life and being?
To know the peace of our belonging
to our place in "the great scheme of things,"
now beyond recovery,
beyond remembering
past the sense that this is not it
and never will be again?

To know this much is to mourn our state,
and follow the old Yogis, Taoist/Zen masters
into silence seeking the way 
to peace and wholeness
through recognition and realization,
walking two paths at the same time
in acquiescing to what has been lost,
while consciously adjusting to what now is
in a "We're not in Kansas anymore" kind of way.

Making the best of what we have to work with
through rituals,
ceremonial objects,
stories,
and small communities of like-minded people,
grounded and centered upon
"Here we are now what?"
as we find our way through this world,
knowing that our place is with that world
before this one became what it is. 

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September 02, 2023 -A

Abbott Lake 09-27-2011 OP — Peaks of Otter, Blue Ridge Parkway, Bedford, Virginia
Reading the situation as it arises
without our own wants and desires,
fear and anxiety
getting in the way,
and responding appropriately
to the occasion,
time after time,
is all there is to it.

That's all Jesus and the Buddha, etc.
ever did.

Reduced to its essence, 
we get: See-Do.

Expanded a bit it becomes:
Listen/Hear, Look/See, Know/Realize, Do.

Drawing lines are appropriate to all occasions,
and our needs carry equal weight
to those of the situation.
We make a judgment call as to who gets what/now
and who gets what/then,
working to be balanced over time.

Drawing appropriate lines
would solve most of the problems
that exist worldwide.

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September 01, 2023 – B

Duckie 02 11-05-2012 Oil Paint Rendered — The Bog Garden, Greensboro, North Carolina
Nothing is more important 
than finding and living aligned with
the flow of our life--
which means finding and living
the life that is our life to live,
finding and doing our thing
within the circumstances of our life.

My thing is hermenutics,
getting to the bottom of it all,
beginning with this moment,
here and now,
moment after moment,
meeting the moment
and doing what is asked of me by it,
in it--
while dealing with all the things
in the moment trying to knock me off
my thing,
and make me forget who I am
and what I am about,
here and now,
moment after moment.

Our first order of business
is to find our life and live it,
to find what is ours to do
with the skill set we possess,
our original nature
and the virtues/characteristics 
that are built into our DNA,
and do it here/now
all our life long.

Instead, we look for some pay-off,
some benefit/advantage/reward,
and wonder when it is going to be
our turn,
screw the moment and its need of us
to grace it with our presence
here/now all our life long.

And so, the need to find our live
and live it,
to find our thing and do it
with fealty,
liege loyalty
and filial devotion,
here/now all our life long.

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September 01, 2023 – A

Watkins Glen Falls 09/20/2015 Oil Paint Rendered — Watkins Glen State Park, Watkins Glen, New York
My business is being
empty, still and quiet.
Being busy being
empty, still and quiet.

It helps to have an environment
that supports
emptiness, stillness, and silence.

Try finding one of those
on your next day off!

It's noise everywhere we go--
wherever people are, noise is.
Except for Quaker Meeting Houses.

Even there, it is a rare thing
to find emptiness and stillness
at work in the silence.

As empty as the space between
exhale and inhale.

As still as a cat stalking a bird.
Still and focused.
Not on stillness,
but on the bird.
And the bird's equivalent,
in our case.

Watching/looking/listening
for what arises in the silence,
for what moves in the silence,
with urgency and vitality
and us in mind.

We are but servants
of urgency and vitality,
yet, we think we are 
captains of our own ship,
masters of our own destiny,
responsible for our own
happiness and well-being,
which, of course, 
flow from getting what we want
and having our way,
which leads to having it made,
whatever that means.

This is where emptiness comes in,
as empty as the space between
exhale and inhale,
empty of want and desire,
fear and anxiety.
Waiting, watching, looking, listening
for urgency and vitality
never mind the cost to us personally.

"If you would be my people,
pick up your own cross daily
and come with me."

Oh, yes, the cross.

Death to our way of life,
resurrection to life abundant,
flowing over, pouring out,
in each situation as it arises,
as servants of urgency and vitality,
calling us,
claiming us,
in the emptiness, stillness, silence.

Life calling us to life.
Past all of our ideas
of how life should be.

The path from Eden 
leads to Gethsemane.
We are Adam and Eve
on our way to becoming Jesus--
via emptiness, stillness, silence
and grace.

The grace that is a natural confirmation
of life being lived.
Wonder, amazement and mystery,
ever-present companions
where life is being lived.

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September, 2023

The Pelican 01/16/2015 Murrell’s Inlet, South Carolina — Atlantic Brown Pelican taking a break
Sit down,
be quiet,
and watch what occurs to you
without being engaged by it.

Notice the things that keep coming up
with a particular urgency about them
and tend to those things.

Allow yourself to respond to the urgent matters
and to take care of the routine
affairs of the day in their own time.

I've known the car has to be serviced for weeks,
but other things were more urgent,
and now the car gets its turn.

Everything according to its own urgency.
All in due time.

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Fall Months, 2023

Common As A Yard Dog — Orange Day Lilies Cover The South
Our luck improves
when we stop pushing it,
and simply attend what needs
our attention,
doing what is called for
in each situation as it arises,
and relaxing into trusting our luck
to be what it needs to be
when we allow things to go
the way they need to go.

Pushing,
shoving,
forcing,
striving,
create resistence
in an "equal and opposite force" sense,
and we produce opposition to our way
by trying to have it.

The trick is to not have a way,
just see what needs to happen
and what can happen,
and assist what needs to be
in becoming what can be,
and let that be that.

Allowing things to be the way they are
is the biggest contribution we can make
in helping things become what they need to be. 

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August 31, 2023 – A

This is an AI production inspired by the actual, real life 2nd from the left as you look at the image tree, which may still exist
on the Blue Ridge Parkway, and the fog was as it appears when I took the picture. AI expanded things nicely
.
Two Canadian researchers writing a philosophy of health
defined health as "ease of functioning."

I have expanded that definition by adding
"in the service of the joy of life."

We have to be doing
what brings joy to life in our life
if we would be healthy.

What would that be for you?

For me it would be writing myself into being 
each day,
and taking/toying/playing with the images
that I include with my writing.

Reading the right kind of book,
listening to the right kind of music
(Not while reading)
and engaging in the right kind of conversation
are also joys.

Drinking the right kind of coffee
and eating the right kind of food,
looking out the window,
etc.

The list has to be adapted to my ease of functioning,
and as the aging process
reduces my physical abilities,
my joy of life will dwindle
to the point of being ready
for death when it comes.

Being able to talk--and laugh--
about the way things are,
helps me accommodate myself to them
as time goes by.

And that means having the right kind of people
in my life
to hear what I have to say
and laugh along with me
all the way.

I think the right kind of companionship/company
is essential to our health 
and well-being,
and I appreciate your playing that role 
in my life!

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August 30, 2023 – B

Solitude Oil Paint Rendered — Pied-bill Grebe, Bog Garden, Greensboro, North Carolina
Seeking the still point
at the center of the path
that can only be recognized
as the path in hindsight
is the balance point
between past and future--
the here/now 
in each situation as it arises,
through all of the circumstances
of our life,
the transition point
between then and not yet,
where we are most alive,
most awake,
most aware,
when we open ourselves
to what's what,
and what's happening,
and what's called for,
and dance with the time and place
of our being,
knowing "there is only the dance"
(TS Eliot).

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August 30, 2023 -A

Louisiana Iris 07/08/2015 Oil Paint Rendered –Along Cane River, Natchitoches Parish
"Let your mind wander in simplicity,
blend your spirit with the vastness, 
follow along with thing the way they are,
and make no room for personal view--
then the world will be at peace with you,
though perhaps not with itself" --
From The Complete Works of Zhuangzi
(Translations from the Asian Classics
by Burton Watson).

Staying out of the way,
yet assisting what needs to happen
in each situation as it arises
calls for balance and harmony,
and alignment with the flow of life,
at one with what is calling our name
past all the reasons not to.

We cannot live like that apart from
emptiness/stillness/silence/reflection/
realization built into every day.

The core of the still point
is the center of the path
that can be recognized as a path
only in hindsight.

How do we find it?
Only with the right kind of
emptiness/stillness/etc.
Seeing what we look at
and hearing what we listen to,
and doing what needs to be done
in response.

Too much noise leads to the Wasteland,
where we wake up some more again
and allow emptiness/etc. to lead us
back to the path
until we have had enough
and shut noise out forever.

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August 29, 2023 – A

Louisiana Swamp 03 Oil Paint Rendered — Natchitoches Parish
Sex is a way of avoiding intimacy.
Revealing is concealing.
Concealing is revealing.
What are we revealing by what we conceal?
What are we concealing by what we reveal?
What are we hiding?
What are we hiding from?

Conversation is the most intimate form 
of human activity,
and it is mostly noise.
There are people who talk all the time
and never say anything.

What do you never talk about to anyone?
What do you never say?
What do you never hear said?
What do the people you run with never say?
Not allow you to say?

I wonder if our dreams
might be conversations 
about things we don't want to discuss.
About things we never say.
About things we cannot bear to talk about.
Think about.
Face.

Growing up is facing up to what needs to be said/done,
and saying/doing it.

We are grown up to the degree that we will say/do
what needs to be said/done
in each situation as it arises.

What does thinking about what we think about
keep us from thinking about?

What does talking about what we talk about
keep us from talking about?

What is too painful for us to discuss?

What is the truth we can't handle?

What is it that we do not want to face/deal with?

Intimacy is exposing ourselves to the truth
of what matters most.

How often do we do that?

What are we concealing?

What did we dream last night?

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