Giving Thanks

the clouds are packed tight in the sky…inviting a slow morning… for the day to gently unfold.

Last night i heard someone speak about Victor Frankl’s book Man’s Search for Meaning.The point being made was that everyone has suffering in their life. The experience is universal to us all. The power comes from what one gets out of the suffering, what one turns the suffering into. There are lessons and aids for growth and development constantly raining down around us… especially on a gently unfolding morning!

so today i celebrate the act of giving thanks. it is in this embrace with gratitude that love thrives and shines. i myself am in awe of life, and extremely thankful for the blessings that fill my moments (both the painful and the pretty). at times i find myself over-joyed with appreciation for these blessings … the abundance of joy reminds me to share the experience. this to me is giving thanks… recognizing the many blessings in my life at any moment, and putting awareness and intention into their existence. with another person, this often comes out as a complement… a deep appreciation for one’s being…my thankfulness for the spirit one shares with life. with life, my gratitude pours out as my heart opens and joins with life beyond me….

while i try to honor such moments as they arise, on this day of thanksgiving, i give thanks for the act of giving thanks!!

practice of peace

i knew ahead of time that my lid was going to be thrown off at the practice of peace conference. and yet, i’m still surprised to see the pieces flying around… new ones are constantly landing within me. some enter as meteors, exploding on my surface. others hover in the sky, like a bubble, …have you recently watched how some bubbles sit in the air ? they’re amazing. they just sit there, seemingly perfectly still. and yet you know that something is holding them up, that there are such forces at work to keep that bubble effortlessly poised in the most magical iridescent swirl of color, light, weightlessness…everything that you’re dying to touch. And yet, it’s so delicate that i think even the thought of touching causes it to burst. And another piece lands!

holographic universe

reshaping the way we view reality. the universe as a hologram. i love this image/reminder that there is always only one fish. no matter what perspective i’m taking, there is still only ONE fish.

“Imagine an aquarium containing a fish. Imagine also that you are unable to see the aquarium directly and your knowledge about it and what it contains comes from two television cameras, one directed at the aquarium’s front and the other directed at its side.

As you stare at the two television monitors, you might assume that the fish on each of the screens are separate entities. After all, because the cameras are set at different angles, each of the images will be slightly different. But as you continue to watch the two fish, you will eventually become aware that there is a certain relationship between them.

When one turns, the other also makes a slightly different but corresponding turn; when one faces the front, the other always faces toward the side. If you remain unaware of the full scope of the situation, you might even conclude that the fish must be instantaneously communicating with one another, but this is clearly not the case.”

Wow…

these pictures from the hubble telescope are amazing!

the original pictures are black and white. but those that know best add the color. you might ask why….

• To depict how an object might look to us if our eyes were as powerful as Hubble

• To visualize features of an object that would ordinarily be invisible to the human eye

• To bring out an object’s subtle details.

basically, helping us see the things that we can’t see with our own little eyes. what’s the equivalent to adding color in the world of touch? to help people feel the things our own little sensorsers can’t feel: another person loving you, confusion, tension in the room, someone staring at you. or how about injecting some color to help us see the patterns we otherwise might not notice: the wind blowing, someone’s breath, the lines connecting a room full of people. and the things we need help hearing: other people thinking of us and talking to us from afar, our inner voice. heightening our taste of: a fall day, an ill person…