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Das Wattenmeer ist für das Bewusstsein ein Mantra des Sehens, Lauschens, des Fühlen und Ahnens. Die Weite bleibt kein rein äusseres Phänomen, sie öffnet das Innen.
Entweder man gestattet, sich selber auszuweiten, bis es kein beziehendes Denken mehr gibt, nur noch wahrnehmende, bewusste Freiheit, oder man schrumpft zum Sandkorn in der Unermesslichkeit. Das ist der Preis, welchen man zahlen muss, um ein Selbst zu sein.
Die andere Seite, welche nach und nach das Äussere und das Inneres durchdringt, ist der Tod. Die Weite ist der Tod und die Weite bewusst aufzunehmen, ist ein Überlebenskampf für das Bewusstsein, denn es muss lernen, im Unbedingten bewusst zu bleiben.
Diese Erfahrung erschliesst sich erst in vollem Umfang, wenn man nicht nur ruhend oder entspannt in vollen Zügen aufnimmt, sondern aktiv im Watt unterwegs ist. Dann birgt die Weite, Ebbe und Flut, Nacht und Nebel, tückischen Treibsand, Zeitenge, Sinnestäuschungen und Verhaltensstörungen. Die Weite ist kein Pappenstiel; unser Bewusstsein ist es nicht gewöhnt, mit dem Nichts umzugehen. Manche Leute werden euphorisch, als wären sie in einem Traum oder auf einen Tripp, andere erstarren vor Angst, wagen nicht mehr einen Schritt vor den anderen. Das ist gefährlich im Wattenmeer, Lebensgefährlich!
Aber wenn das Bewusstsein stabil bleibt: Welche Wonne, aufzugehen in Klang und Weite, sich widerstandslos durchdringen lassen, bis nichts mehr übrig ist, ausser dem, was da ist, ..... das ist Vollkommenheit
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The Wadden Sea is a mantra of seeing, eavesdropping, the feeling and presentiment of consciousness. The width remains not a purely external phenomenon, it opens the interior.
Either you allowed to extend itself until there is no more of relational thinking, only perceiving, conscious freedom, or to shrink to a grain of sand in the vastness. That is the price, which you have to pay to be a self.
The other side, which permeates gradually the exterior and interior, is death. The width is death and accommodate the width aware is a struggle for survival for awareness, because it needs to learn to stay aware of the unconditioned.
This experience is only revealed in full when you receive not just resting or relaxing in the fullest, but is actively go in watts. Then, the width, the tides, Night and Fog, treacherous quicksand, time frames, hallucinations and behavioral disorders harbors. The width is not chicken feed; our consciousness, it is not used with the deal Nothing. Some people are euphoric, as if they were in a dream or on a trip, another freeze in fear, no longer dare one step ahead of the others. This is dangerous in the Wadden Sea, very dangerous!
But if awareness remains stable: What bliss to be absorbed in sound and space, can penetrate without resistance, until there is nothing left, except what is there ..... this is perfection
Cheek in stylishness: level of expression regards to clarity of langage for each one.
Hasselblad 500C/M + Zeiss Planar 80mm f/2.8 + 21X + Ilford FP4 125 (expired since 1983) + Ilford ID-11 selfdeveloped + Epson V700 Scan Color 48 Bits Scan (No photoshop except from dust)
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Das Wattenmeer ist für das Bewusstsein ein Mantra des Sehens, Lauschens, des Fühlen und Ahnens. Die Weite bleibt kein rein äusseres Phänomen, sie öffnet das Innen.
Entweder man gestattet, sich selber auszuweiten, bis es kein beziehendes Denken mehr gibt, nur noch wahrnehmende, bewusste Freiheit, oder man schrumpft zum Sandkorn in der Unermesslichkeit. Das ist der Preis, welchen man zahlen muss, um ein Selbst zu sein.
Die andere Seite, welche nach und nach das Äussere und das Inneres durchdringt, ist der Tod. Die Weite ist der Tod und die Weite bewusst aufzunehmen, ist ein Überlebenskampf für das Bewusstsein, denn es muss lernen, im Unbedingten bewusst zu bleiben.
Diese Erfahrung erschliesst sich erst in vollem Umfang, wenn man nicht nur ruhend oder entspannt in vollen Zügen aufnimmt, sondern aktiv im Watt unterwegs ist. Dann birgt die Weite, Ebbe und Flut, Nacht und Nebel, tückischen Treibsand, Zeitenge, Sinnestäuschungen und Verhaltensstörungen. Die Weite ist kein Pappenstiel; unser Bewusstsein ist es nicht gewöhnt, mit dem Nichts umzugehen. Manche Leute werden euphorisch, als wären sie in einem Traum oder auf einen Tripp, andere erstarren vor Angst, wagen nicht mehr einen Schritt vor den anderen. Das ist gefährlich im Wattenmeer, Lebensgefährlich!
Aber wenn das Bewusstsein stabil bleibt: Welche Wonne, aufzugehen in Klang und Weite, sich widerstandslos durchdringen lassen, bis nichts mehr übrig ist, ausser dem, was da ist, ..... das ist Vollkommenheit
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The Wadden Sea is a mantra of seeing, eavesdropping, the feeling and presentiment of consciousness. The width remains not a purely external phenomenon, it opens the interior.
Either you allowed to extend itself until there is no more of relational thinking, only perceiving, conscious freedom, or to shrink to a grain of sand in the vastness. That is the price, which you have to pay to be a self.
The other side, which permeates gradually the exterior and interior, is death. The width is death and accommodate the width aware is a struggle for survival for awareness, because it needs to learn to stay aware of the unconditioned.
This experience is only revealed in full when you receive not just resting or relaxing in the fullest, but is actively go in watts. Then, the width, the tides, Night and Fog, treacherous quicksand, time frames, hallucinations and behavioral disorders harbors. The width is not chicken feed; our consciousness, it is not used with the deal Nothing. Some people are euphoric, as if they were in a dream or on a trip, another freeze in fear, no longer dare one step ahead of the others. This is dangerous in the Wadden Sea, very dangerous!
But if awareness remains stable: What bliss to be absorbed in sound and space, can penetrate without resistance, until there is nothing left, except what is there ..... this is perfection
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Wattenmeer er et mantra med bevidsthed, lytning, følelse og forfædre. Udvidelsen forbliver ikke et rent eksternt fænomen, det åbner indersiden.
Enten du lov selv at ekspandere, indtil der er ingen beziehendes tænker længere, kun opfatte, bevidst frihed, eller at skrumpe ind til et sandkorn i den enorme mængde. Dette er den pris, du skal betale for at være selv.
Den anden side, som gradvist trænger ind i yderste og indre, er døden. Det er en overlevelseskamp for bevidsthed, fordi den skal lære at forblive bevidst i det ubetingede.
Denne oplevelse kan kun realiseres fuldt ud, hvis du ikke bare hviler eller slapper af i det fulde, men er aktivt i mudderet. Derefter ligger udvidelsen, ebbe og strømmen, nat og tåge, forræderisk drift, aktualitet, vildfarelse og adfærdsmæssige forstyrrelser. Bredden er ikke et kartonhåndtag; vores bevidsthed er ikke vant til at beskæftige sig med intet. Nogle mennesker er euforisk, som om de var i en drøm eller en Tripp, andre fryse i frygt for ikke vove et skridt foran de andre. Dette er farligt i Wattenmeer, livstruende!
Men hvis bevidstheden forbliver stabil: Hvad lyksalighed at fusionere med lyd og rum, kan trænge uden modstand, indtil der er intet tilbage, bortset fra hvad der er der ..... det er perfektion
In my thirties I heard a woman speak on the beauty of diversity. Beside her podium sat a large empty flower urn. She spoke of the tendency among women to compare themselves with others, invariably finding themselves lacking. This sense of insufficiency, she said, leads to discontentment which often follows a path to detachment and eventually to a prison of relational isolation.
As she spoke she pulled a single white rose from an unseen place behind her podium and added it to the vase. "Some wish to be as this rose. Beautiful, regal and pedestaled for admiration and praise." Though the rose was beautiful, perfect really, it was insufficient as the only flower in the large vessel.
The speaker continued to name various gifts and abilities of women she knew and admired. She spoke of her struggle to recognize within herself admirable qualities. She could not cook well, had two black thumbs, couldn't decorate or put together a nice outfit as some of her friends could. With the mention of each gift or talent possessed by another, she would add a flower to the urn. A bright purple iris here, a sunny gerbera daisy there.
She continued her talk until the urn was completely full of flowers and greenery, no two were alike. By the end of her talk the arrangement in the vase was breathtaking, making a stunning display in the large auditorium. The audience responded with a collective and emotive gasp. Then muffled sniffles were heard as the intended message reached beyond the eyes and to the soul of understanding.
She ended by saying that our collective beauty, strength and power were awe-inspiring and could only be achieved if we as individuals were willing to remain committed to our own unique design and singular purpose. On occasion I need to remind myself of this message.
Wrapping it up:
Yesterday my daughter brought her three boys over to wish me a happy birthday. While we sat in the gazebo enjoying the sunny weather, Hudson (age 5) brought me three small flowers he had picked from my garden...each different from the others. Spurred by Hudson's gesture, Grant (8) and Tucker (4) followed suit until there were so many blooms and blossoms laying on the table that I had to go get something to put them in. Of course, this further motivated the boys. They darted off to various corners of the yard bringing their finds back to me firmly pinched between little Cheetos-stained fingers.
The above image is the result of their random choices and a reminder of that message I heard twenty years ago.
It takes courage to be true to ourselves. Serenity is required to appreciate the beauty in others without losing sight of our own.
From my heart of hearts, I want to say how much I admire the beautiful people and talent I have met on Flickr. You are beautiful flowers in the urn of my heart! ( "
I'll be taking some more time off to enjoy this beautiful summer and to work on some things that require my full attention. Don't mind if I pop in now and again...
Limestone sculpture by Nicolas Moreton in the garden of Ashridge House, Hertfordshire. Leica M8, Elmar 90/4. The title is "Curling Inward". I have commented on this sculpture before and interpreted it as a visual rendition of the theological definition of sin (the sin is selfishness, not homosexuality, premarital sex, masturbation or other such things). In this close-up, however, I have included the figure's genitals. Moreton has other exhibits in this sculpture park, and they too caricature modern society's obsession with the sexual. I would think the sculptor's point is that sexuality, too, can be problematic, namely when its relational, inter-human and liberating aspect is sacrificed.
A pair of Rose-ringed Parakeets, which had taken up residence near our apartment whilst in Tenerife recently. The Rose-ringed Parakeet feeds on fruits, seeds and varied flowers. It peels the seeds, softly removing the shell around the smooth parts. The male seen on the left has the collar which gives the birds their name whilst the female on the right does not have this. The hooked bill is bright pink, giving the bird a comical look quite relational with its player and mischievous spirit.
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Whoa....what a song! www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gijYFA1SS8&feature=related
FOOD FOR THOUGHT..........Can you relate? I sure can!
"Six-year-old Brandon decided on Easter Sunday morning to fix his parents pancakes. He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor. He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most of a cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten. Brandon was covered with flour and getting frustrated. He wanted this to be something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad. He didn't know what to do next, whether to put it all into the oven or on the stove and he didn't know how the stove worked! Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push her away, knocking the egg carton to the floor. Frantically he tried to clean up this monumental mess but slipped on the eggs, getting his pajamas white and sticky. And just then he saw Dad standing at the door. Big crocodile tears welled up in Brandon's eyes. All he'd wanted to do was something good, but he'd made a terrible mess. He was sure a scolding was coming, maybe even a spanking. But his Father just watched him. Then, walking through the mess, he picked up his crying son, hugged him and loved him, getting his own pajamas white and sticky in the process! (The Power of the Cross) That's how God deals with us. At times we try to do something good in life, but it turns into a mess. Our marriage gets all sticky or we insult a friend, or we can't stand our job, or our health goes sour. Sometimes we just stand there in tears because we can't think of anything else to do. That's the time to go "SAILING RIGHT INTO HIS ARMS". That's when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us, even though some of our mess gets all over Him. (His Resurrection Love). Like it says in Luke 19:40..."If they don't talk about this "the rocks" will cry out." I have to stop and ask myself as the song says "What WONDROUS LOVE is this oh my soul."!
Suppose one morning you were called home to be with God; do all your friends know you love them? I was thinking ... and I wondered if I had any friendships that need rekindling or those "three words" needing to be said. Oh so often, "I love you" can heal & bless! Even if you think they don't love back, YOU WOULD BE AMAZED at what those three little words, a smile, and a reminder like this can do."
Just in case I haven't told you lately... “I LOVE You! and God loves you even more!
A Blessed Easter to you all!
John 11:25-26 Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in Me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?”
He is Risen! ........He is Real!........... He is Relational!
week 46 ~ embracing pluto
The second part of the month will bring some psychological discomfort on account of increased relational tension, which can entail physical discomfort.
The nervous system will require protection. Make sure you'll have enough sleep.
The beach is one of the places I feel closest to God...it just is.
It's also where my conscious sort of does a natural inventory...you know the kind...for the things I've yet to tackle, the open relational items in my life.
This trip was fast, but oh so sweet.
AJ & G are slightly older, more adaptable to other environments, and oh so happy to discover, see and play in new ways daily.
Have a lovely Friday.
I don't process to black & white very often as I don't feel that confident; feedback appreciated, let me know what you think and what you might suggest.
I'll be back to see your streams
Smile :)
I was driving home and saw this extraordinary moment and had to pull off of Park Street to capture this exquisite Sunset view over the inter-coastal waters. It was even more amazing in person! Hope your week is off to a great start my very talented friends!!
"Productive, Not Destructive, Conflict" by Boyd Bailey
Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all. Romans 12:17
The silent treatment contributes to a slow relational death. Some people who are hurt by insensitivity or disinterest of others default to emotional disengagement. Sadly, their way of punishing someone they love is to withhold love, or they simply lack the skills to fight fair. Their choice to stew in isolation can cook up bitterness in their own heart and feelings of rejection in others. At their emotional boiling point people tend to accuse and demand. Destructive conflict doesn't fight fair.
However, productive conflict uses disagreements to engage each other’s hearts. Love is patient to truly understand another's perspective. What may be a misunderstanding is managed with questions and a spirit of seeking to comprehend not complain. Instead of attacking, there is vulnerability with our feelings. For example, we might say, “I want to help, but right now I don’t know how.” During productive conflict we can hit the pause button, take a deep breath and perhaps pray out loud for one another. Prayerful words replace silent pouting.
“Listen, open your ears, harness your desire to speak, and don’t get worked up into a rage so easily, my brothers and sisters” (James 1:19, The Voice).
Furthermore, as we grow in grace we grow to honor individuals as the Lord does. Instead of being disrespectful with our distant demeanor, we communicate respect with our caring eye contact. We embrace another’s differences as an opportunity to learn and improve our thinking. We are quick to confess our quirks, even laugh at our weaknesses, as our heavenly Father reminds us to take Him but not ourselves too seriously. Productive conflict develops our dependence on God and on each other. It's like heavenly sandpaper to smooth our rough edges.
Therefore, fight fair and remember the devil is the enemy. Spiritual battles are won on our knees. The accuser,Satan, is silenced when we surrender to the Lord’s relational terms of engagement. Selfishness is exiled when we submit our expectations to God. Timely, sincere apologies with forgiveness replace agonizingly long periods of silence or withheld intimacy. Relational skills are needed to manage conflict well. Listen well, think the best and create a safe environment for difficult conversations. Productive conflict increases trust, friendship and intimacy.
“Be gentle and forbearing with one another and, if one has a difference (a grievance or complaint) against another, readily pardoning each other; even as the Lord has [freely] forgiven you, so must you also [forgive]” (Colossians 3:13)
Prayer: Heavenly Father, use conflict in my life to draw me closer to You and closer to those who are different from me.
Related Readings: Job 6:24; Proverbs 10:19; Romans 15:7; Ephesians 4:32; James 3:3-12
Productive conflict hits the pause button, takes a deep breath and prays out loud for one another.
(Wisdom Hunters www.wisdomhunters.com/ )
Rovingian Council - Nomad Monks - A Supported Search by Daniel Arrhakis (2025)
A Supported Search
Although nomadic monks undertake a necessary journey of individual and often solitary discovery, they frequently have the support of others who accompany them.
Expedition and study groups often consist of two or more companions, and in the early stages may be larger groups supported by more experienced members.
Individual searching is supported by a closeness that mutually respects each other's necessary contemplative space, like a friend who remains vigilant but takes pride in their companions.
Close when necessary and distant when needed in a relational dialectic of mutual learning and discovery but also of respect for the individuality and spirituality of each one.
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Uma Busca Assistida
Embora os monges nómadas empreendam uma viagem necessária de descoberta individual e, muitas vezes, solitária, contam frequentemente com o apoio de outros que os acompanham.
Os grupos de expedição e de estudo são geralmente compostos por dois ou mais companheiros e, nas fases iniciais, podem ser grupos maiores apoiados por membros mais experientes.
A busca individual é sustentada por uma proximidade que respeita mutuamente o espaço contemplativo necessário de cada um, como um amigo que permanece vigilante, mas se orgulha dos seus companheiros.
Próximo quando necessário e distante quando preciso, numa dialética relacional de aprendizagem e descoberta mútuas, mas também de respeito pela individualidade e espiritualidade de cada um.
The act of seeing or looking at something.
He changed seat to get a complete view of the stage.
The range of vision.
If there are any rabbits in this park, they keep carefully out of our view.
Something to look at, such as a scenery.
My flat has a view of a junkyard.
A picture.
There was a view of the accident site on the front page.
A mental image.
I need more information to get a better view of the situation.
A way of understanding something, an opinion, a theory.
Your view on evolution is based on religion, not on scientific findings.
A point of view.
From my view that is a stupid proposition.
An intention or prospect.
I gave you the money with the view that you would invest it wisely.
(computing, databases) A virtual or logical table composed of the result set of a query in relational databases.
(computing, programming) The part of a computer program which is visible to the user, the part the user interacts with; a user interface to the underlying logic of the program.
A wake