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About Me
- wenders
- Santa Fe, New Mexico, United States
- Living in the desert on a ridge above an arroyo, I look at the sky more often than anything else. It is stunning in the subtlety of its colors, and in the range and changeability of the clouds. I live in a very small old place, which can get very hot in the summer, and very cold in the winter, but it's simple and, at the moment, it suits me. I live with my cat, the most devoted friend anyone could want. He seems to be a very accomplished being living in a kitty body. This blog was inspired by another blogger, Pierre Kuma Turlur, an independent Soto Zen monk now living and practicing in Japan. Other bloggers, Zen teachers, artists, composers (composers especially), and photographers, have been similarly inspirational; I've linked to some of the special ones below.
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4 comments:
Clouds gazing, clouds in clouds, sky diving into itself.
Thank you for everything.
How are you, sweet heart?
My heart is sweet and bitter. I cannot choose. Can you?
Thank you, dear Pierre, for seeing my clouds. They are so beautiful, I cannot ever choose.
But this does not make my heart ache, ever. Just appreciate. Sometimes it is unbearable, in a way, yes. There are so many.
But are you feeling that choosing one excludes the other? Does it really? If you choose both, can you say "no" to one for the time you need to appreciate the other??
So many puzzles for us humans to sort out.
Love always,
wenders
you gave me a Judy Collins moment
Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun they rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud's illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all
Thank you, Distributor Cap NY, for reminding me of this lovely song. If I remember correctly, Judy Collins was already living in Topanga Canyon when she wrote these lyrics. Almost as nice as Santa Fe, or St. James' Park, for that matter. Thanks also for letting us see photos of your handsome self.
All the best,
wenders
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