530. May 29….I wish my aunt had married Albert Einstein…

“Heroes” 2011

“Instead of causing us to remember the past like the old monuments, the new monuments seem to cause us to forget the future.” – Robert Smithson

“it took a few decades plus some….for all of the water to seep into the wood…saturate it enough so…ensure the dark ash gray color…would last the lifetime….and though both had their reasons…one was innocent…and  only knew to sit at the window…and smell the fragrance from the garden below…later shed the skin…that curled paper dry on those hot September afternoons…when all of the sounds would still…

never does the picture look as expected…when all of the pieces have all been put in place…maybe it’s the mystery of what could be or better what never was known…sort of like thinking something sounds familiar when it’s really nothing…but an echo…and somewhere on the walk I asked out loud…” now…what do I do with this?”…so I suppose…that then becomes the next tight button…or jar filled with cicada wings…and I now have to have reasons…for…whys…that no longer have any value but just hang in the air  like the smell of a storm some miles away…that may or may not touch…me”….(The Black Eye Project)

I thought today about those who I have done wrong…and about those who’ve done me wrong…doing something that damages someone…without the knowledge of the act is derived from innocence …it might be blind but nevertheless the action was never designed to be a finger in the eye…and certainly never done to question trust…yet it does when revealed…and can be forgiven and forgotten because we almost always step up and make it right….in some way…

but a wrong that is calculated and planned has a different significance…forgiveness may have been exercised…yet the forgiven must carry what they have done with them a lifetime…and know their action was a reflection of themselves…”If the other person injures you, you may forget the injury; but if you injure him you will always remember.” Khalil Gibran

and I guess they are the scars we wear for making the scars we put on another…

a Japanese garden…once built really defines the beginning of the process…there are many variables that make the garden…what it is…a Japanese Garden is a representation of the universe and its elements…the entry path into the garden (roji)…represents  many paths…each turn…quiet place within the garden is a place to sit…think…dwell…develop…conclude…reassess…end…begin…

gardens are designed to have life long after the original gardner…does not…the word…”Yugen”…encompasses the essence of the garden …”subtly profound, suggestion rather than revelation“…

I think in each of us there is a gardener waiting to get out….I know mine is making more noise these days…I’ve been to a few well done gardens…and each has left me with a great sense of satisfaction yet a deeper sense of introspection…wonder and purpose…I can only suppose…that was the intention….or maybe it was the mix…but either way…it ended well…

I’ve come to the conclusion that many things are best left alone…while others demand attention…and those that demand attention might very well end up in the “Better left alone” column and those that are better left alone might demand attention…so clearly the idea of flux…is well demonstrated…but there are those things…that come to a place of having nothing…no equaillibrium….no stature…no energy…just lifeless…kind of like the bones I’d find as child bleached white in the desert…their purpose diminished to taking a spot there in the sand…and still I wonder what else they do….

my aunt…who is from deep in the heart of Texas…would say those things are… “like a fart in a frying pan”…

“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.” – Albert Einstein

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