Sunday…July 19th…A Few Thoughts for Today….

ft.mason.02Steel Door at Fort Mason, California, 2009

 When I was much younger…I’d go out into the West Texas desert very early in the morning…the roads were a series of worn paths through the dirt…mesquite…and small hills…they all pretty much ended up at nowhere….but each road was a different way of getting there…that type of desert is often described as “Desolate”… “Unforgiving”…. “Parched”…. yet there is an unseen beauty to it that…being there brings out…I’d always end up at an old mine that overlooked the valley….maybe it was familiarity…and that particular version of nowhere was a place I knew well…I’d been there a few hundred times…and in that time had successfully moved a pile of rocks from one place to another….one rock at a time…not intentionally…just the remnants of….childhood….throwing rocks….from one place to another….that valley was nothing spectacular….pretty much the same color all the way around….with a few variations…from a couple hundred million years of being underwater…but generally it was plain…but it was beautiful… looking back now…the beauty came from not so much the place as it was the simplistic…raw nature of the place…and that nature…sang harmony with my own raw…simplicity…the desert didn’t really need me…but embraced…me….allowed me in…let me out….just let me be me…no matter what we were talking about on any given morning….

Maybe it’s how we look at things that make them complicated or not…easy or challenging….there is a magnificent beauty about the rusty stain a nail leaves in wood….or how an ice crystal….lies like a jewel…in the gutter after a freeze…..we just have to pay attention….because it will pass us by if we look for…it to hard……

Wabi Sabi….”It is a beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete. It is a beauty of things modest and humble. It is a beauty of things unconventional…”

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2 thoughts on “Sunday…July 19th…A Few Thoughts for Today….

  1. We did the same thing in the Mojave Desert. Go as far as you can, out past civilization. Get swallowed up again by the wild desert. Scrub brush. Joshua trees. The yellow, hard-baked dirt in the dead heat of the summer. You’d find bleached coyote bones. Old rusted pull-top cans. We even found an old cash register once, dumped after a heist.

    It was a way of putting things back into perspective. Moving meditation in the great temple of the Earth.

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  2. My grandmother’s family owned a junkyard in the backwoods of PA. That was a special excursion for me… like wandering through the best shopping mall ever. I would wander for hours looking for treasures…

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