I recently finished reading, “Backwards: Returning to Our Source for Answers,” by Nanci Danison. It’s a fascinating read as the author describes what people have come to recognize as a near-death experience, but she refers to her adventure into the unknown as a “beyond-death experience.” Or that she experienced “temporary death,” which implies a longer time out of the corporal self and an ultimate return – with vivid memories of what happened.
I took part of the day yesterday to be a music day. I don’t always take time out to listen to music, but I believe it’s one of the most magical creations that flows through people.
And it always takes me away to a place where I’m happy.
It’s similar to writing, in a way, because there are a limited number of musical notes, but an unlimited number of combinations of those notes to produce, well, to produce something magnificent.
Only so many words, but we writers craft them in so many ways.
And from my various pics you know that I’m rather fond of sunsets and sunrises too. And sometimes, you just happen to be at the right place at the right time to catch a glorious one.
So here’s a combination of a sunset with a song. Hope you enjoy it. And while it’s playing, I’ll go back to that creative corner in my mind and ponder the next writing . . .
Photo: Somewhere in the Southwest that I’m missing today 🙂
I have to admit, I stole this quote from Victoria Ray. She included in one of her posts recently, but I absolutely loved the words. And I played and played on the photo editor to try to get them to stand out on the background pic, so here is the quote in case you’re having a hard time reading it:
“Because when I read, I don’t really read… I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.” Bohumil Hrabal
The lilies, by the way, were growing wild along the trail – an astonishing lush forest in an arid, high desert climate. Amazing !
I guess I was a little stubborn about my choice in pictures for this post as I could have picked another to contrast the text better, but I loved the symbolism here – beautiful lush flowers, lush forest, in the high desert – not what one expects to find. But there are so many wonderful surprises in this life. Not being predictable makes life so much more interesting, wouldn’t you say?
Do you prefer yellow or red 🙂
I don’t know about you, but when I venture out to run my errands and conduct my routine business I run into a lot of other people. Unhappy people. You can see it in their faces.
The tension, the anger, the urgency.
That urgency can be about any number of things. It could be them wondering how they are going to pay the bills, or keep their old car running, or thinking about how unhappy they are in their current relationships. After all, most of the unhappy people I see are in pairs. They are griping at each other, seething with hostility, loathing their very existence, or perhaps their partner’s existence.
It strikes me as odd. Why aren’t there more happy people around?
And then you see someone who is absolutely radiant. Nothing but happiness, smiles, contentment, joy. Peace. Full of life.
What’s going on? What’s the difference?
They’re in love.
Or maybe I should say, old school style with modern outfitters . . .
As the gorge narrowed the wind picked up, and the air temperature noticeably dropped. The calming frequency of the soft rush of the water shifted timbre. Now cascading, surging ever faster downward, as the amplitude of the waves, both in size and pitch, increased to a deafening roar.
We hung on tight with both hands as the V-shaped bow and rigid hull sliced into the first wave, but the second was much larger. And the small vessel skirted straight up its crest, reminiscent of a mighty ocean sailing ship in a surging Atlantic storm, but in miniature.
At the oarsman’s skillful command, the boat shifted sideways as it rolled down into the trough in time for the next wave to crest high above our heads. Crashing down, completely drenching us, the flare of the hull offering no protection. Filling the open compartments to the frame’s brim.
Our laughter could be heard above the roar of the rapids as we bailed.
Photo: From my recent journey to the West Coast.
I have been told that mobile users are unable to see the “Feature Pic” when it is added on a desktop or laptop, so I’m including it in the text as well in hopes that mobile readers will be able to view it. WordPress does have its glitches.
I’ve always loved the sciences. Even as a little kid, I enjoyed studying the various phenomena of our planet and learning about all of the processes going on with all of the different species. Even the things people look at as being inanimate, like rocks and their geological history.
And us human animals too. Now there’s a science project!
It’s just totally fascinating examining the diversity of species, all stemming from common DNA, and all of the electrical, chemical, and biomechanical energy and interactions that make us living, breathing, functioning organisms.
And all of us many species are so interrelated and interconnected. And so interdependent on maintaining a balance for survival. A microscopic, microcosmic juggling act of such immense proportions that it’s hard to wrap your mind around.
Of course, there’s even more as you delve into mind and spirit. And what of the nature of the heart?
Hard to express those with a mathematical formula. Maybe someday, someone will figure out a way to do that. 😊
And as much as I enjoy the study of the sciences, I’m not exactly a math wizard. And there is lots of math involved. And it’s been many years since I sat in some of those classrooms. So, let’s just say that to this day, I remain a huge fan and student of conceptual physics and chemistry, among other things.
And there are many concepts that are adaptable, in principle, to many other concepts, at least metaphorically. And what better way to have fun as a wordsmith than to blend and mix and blur and enjoy.
So, today’s subject from the blender is binding energy.
On its continuous circle back to the sea . . .
Yes, it’s another Dragonfly, who calmly posed for me. And I do like their nickname – the Mosquito Hawk, because they eat so many of those pesky critters.
Each day right now bears some similarities, and also many differences.
As I drive out to the next trailhead there is a certain level of anxiety encroaching.
That’s the similarity.
But it’s not my anxiety. It belongs to others.