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In winter, enormous shoals of herring can be found of the Snaefellsnes Peninsula in Iceland. These are the favoured food of Icelandic orca, large numbers of which can gather to gorge themselves on this seasonal feast.
More from my trip to Barcelona, Spain:
I consider myself fortunate in having the ability to see a thing in a way that perhaps others might not. To be an artist, in a certain regard, is to wear a special set of glasses most days - where the world appears to be more saturated, defined, interesting, powerful, and humbling - all at the same time. To be blessed with that wonderful synchronicity, where I find myself at the very moment an object or event expresses itself, and being able to capture it, never ceases to amaze me.
I came across this during a walk on a sunny day with my wife and friends, through the Ciutat Vella district of town. I remember looking up to gauge the angle of the light as we turned a corner, and it appeared. I've had but a few occasions in my life where the breath seemed to be sucked out of my body by something I've laid eyes upon (mostly on this trip), but this was certainly one of them.
I was instantly drawn in by the presence of complements and contrasts: the heavy folds of fabric that seemed to mimic the lines of the iron work, and yet also reached out from the shadows to soften its ornate details; the smoothness of white against the gritty textures of grey; how light was almost painted in place to enhance the dark surfaces, creating layers of depth.
Was it chiseled from marble, the whole of it? Was I dreaming? I think the Universe was keen on making sure I saw much during this trip that I never fully allowed myself to appreciate before - my wife, my friends, my art, my life.
Minutes later, someone came out from their apartment and straightened the curtains with a rustle, then closed the balcony doors behind them. The scene most probably would have made for a beautiful photograph, still, but not like this. Not to me. No such chance involved. So, yeah. Synchronicity.
I love when the experience happens and it all comes together, especially when it isn't planned, isn't expected. Just like love. And you find yourself exactly where you need to be.
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Ziggy (left) and Scarlet (right), curled up on the couch together. They do a lot of things in synchronicity.
Synchronicity. This image, shot a couple of blocks from the previous one, also refers to a 1983 record album--in this case, Hi, How Are You by Austin singer-songwriter Daniel Johnston. The cover of that album featured Johnston's painting of a male frog with eyes on stalks. In 1993 a record store at the corner of 21st and Guadalupe commissioned Johnston to paint a mural of Jeremiah the Frog on one of its walls. The mural has survived many vicissitudes to remain an Austin icon and one of the most photographed sites in the city. East Austin, East Side, eastside, ATX. Street art, mural. Hipstamatic, HipstaPrint.
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Synchronicity
[...] From this meeting closes Jung, that the space for the psyche or the psyche relative not just be localized.
Our unconscious is therefore not only us in there, and certainly not just the bottom.
It may even appear to move outside of ourselves. Hence, the belief of archaic cultures, their dream soul go at night on the road, right in some ways.
But not only the local, but also the temporal determination of the psyche, we can not pinpoint exactly. (Jung 1952d § 989-974):
Our unconscious has often knowledge of the past to which the mind has no access.
We have already seen in the dreams of Nazi grandchildren, who had been told nothing about the crimes of her grandfather (see page 47). The unconscious has occasionally a foreknowledge and is therefore superior in certain situations consciousness. Therefore, probably, certain shaman travel into the past and into the future.
Jung spoke, as already mentioned, even by an absolute knowledge of the unconscious. Although this is a dangerous word because it could benefit a tyranny of dreams if it is misunderstood.
Jung seemed like the shamans have a special talent for synchronistic phenomena corresponding to haben.Er many dreams and experiences had. [...]
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[…] Aus diesem Zusammentreffen schließt Jung, dass der Raum für die Psyche relativ oder die Psyche gar nicht genau lokalisierbar ist.
Unser Unbewusstes ist demnach nicht nur in uns drin und schon gar nicht nur unten.
Es kann sich scheinbar sogar außerhalb von uns bewegen.
Von daher ist der Glaube archaischer Kulturen, ihre Traumseele gehe nachts auf Reisen, in gewisser Weise berechtigt.
Aber nicht nur die örtliche, auch die zeitliche Bestimmung der Psyche können wir nicht genau festlegen. (Jung 1952d § 989-974):
Unser Unbewusstes hat oft Kenntnisse über die Vergangenheit, zu denen das Bewusstsein keinen Zugang hat.
Das haben wir schon bei den Träumen von Nazienkeln gesehen, denen man gar nichts über die Verbrechen ihres Großvaters erzählt hatte (siehe S. 47). Das unbewusste hat gelegentlich auch ein Vorauswissen und ist daher in bestimmten Situationen dem Bewusstsein überlegen. Daher können wohl gewisse Schamane in die Vergangenheit und in die Zukunft reisen.
Jung sprach, wie schon erwähnt, sogar von einem absoluten Wissen des Unbewussten. Das ist zwar ein gefährliches Wort, weil es eine Tyrannei von Träumen begünstigt könnte, sofern es falsch verstanden wird.
Jung schien wie die Schamanen eine besondere Begabung für synchronistische Phänomene zu haben.
Er hatte viele entsprechende Träume und Erlebnisse.[…]
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Source: Schamanismus und Traum, Susanne Elsensohn, Diederichs Gelbe Reihe
Kapitel: 9. Der Traum als Weissungungsinstrument
Synchronizität
This is a bit on the dark side. But, another wide-angle looking-up shot of one of the three Gehry buildings.
A Haiku Note:
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The way of Wu Wei
are reflections on the Tao
try to understand
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I was cruising through a field, chasing drops on the grass, while getting soaked. At this stage it didn't matter if I had a pair of comfy shoes. It was a pair of waterproof trousers I should have had on me.
The sun started to get ready for bed. Gradually descending with grace. I stopped and started to watch it. Gentle breeze have picked up as if to say good night too. As the wind danced over the spiky grass field I have noticed on top of a skinny weed a baby snail making its way to bed.
Gracefully descending.
Before I got to figure out how to capture it the way I had it in my head, there was only time for three shots.
Of course it is the last one being shown, before they both disappeared with the horizon.
Synchronicity of mother nature.
Synchronicity........the day after I make the first pair of prototype shoes based on my Wide Shandals Lasts in black unlined leather. I make a pair of platinum Buckle wide Shandals for a Goth.
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I have a friend from a blog who often writes about synchronicity. We've all had those moments... those moments that make us stop and ponder.
Earlier today, I went for a short run in the rain. It was such a freeing feeling to splash through the puddles. As I was rounding the corner to head home, Natasha Bedingfield's "Unwritten" came on my iPod.
Have I told you how much I love the iPod Shuffle Gods? Well, I do but I digress....
"Unwritten" reminds me of how much I love to write. And I've missed writing for the sake of writing.
To add to the synchronicity mix, I just received an email from my friend asking if I was planning to fire up my old blog where I wrote rather religiously before taking on the 365 project.
Since all the signs are pointing that way... maybe, just maybe I will start writing again.
synchronic flying of Tundra swan in Iceland.
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Synchronicity.
While on the hunt for Black-necked stilt and American Avocet I stumbled upon a large flock of these fabulous Ibises actively feeding and moving from spot to spot.
A real spectacle to see hundreds of these exotic and beautiful birds.
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As we passed among the many small bergy-bits and growlers floating by, I was really hoping to see just one penguin, and then it happened...
A lone Adélie penguin atop a hunk of ice; he paced back and forth seeming confused, unsettled. To me at that moment he was most un-penguin-like. I had come to known these creatures to be undaunted and determined little ones, coming and going as if they were always late for an appointment. Yet their demeanor was always one of calm and decisiveness; scrutinizing even the tiniest of rocks or lumps of snow in their path they were master-observers. This one though, seemed most distressed, frantic even.
Did he pop up to rest from feeding? Was he not where he thought he was? Was there some threat lurking under the waves I didn't see? Was he even bothered at all? Was I ascribing this worried feeling to him, adrift on melting ice, slowly being reduced with each passing hour; was it my own perceptions of life and the earth, my own feelings of hushed urgency as a species? I know not...
As we steamed on and his ice-ship floated off, I saw him walking from side to side, until I could see him no more.
A Golden Haiku
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Square golden circle
symbol of ancient China.
A resurrection?
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This drawing was named after a song I like by The Police
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