![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC0Df13wboZh88bmFw6g-Yd0cWC5MhK2pf-LJ7tZMuQX5CdRYBDzi-8Yo2xDQiL8CQOmhf7psf_fgMI3f3G0aZZYAlksnLb6dvyEpFLom4esxBLsNGQ6T-lI3VXw0CGwtgQu-m7bU0R-Dy/s400/25+dec+%236.jpg)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaTU0iiF5fRnaANlHlGxypmf_QyBFa4DyDssdwUPMvMC9Uz9QIpQjNWejJpRaGQSE-JYaipiGlvSksRZISzkJNfMo15pFuVJPrYBfagcG_cxVbo4CVeUDO82erYaE4WE82PZLyGU8r_Fv0/s400/25+dec+%235.jpg)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh66PuWWVMBuOMrDsggfJCcLBnn2cAfb3lRckRLMTaX-uddLhc6ulPte030pptz9Bj8Nhac0Wv8qzjDsUeDgq5kbuDXPZM3D0uv6T03m2GO_q9kl3iLia5yS26CwwsqsfltPn3rITbpcywi/s400/25+dec+%234.jpg)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnwQfxKeCwvWOFnh1vuLWR5C8YaB9fUBBogg08rpXMIZVT8QoqskgNnQ45HfQDdRPvhjXfAVhIYvffRZE7oZ3vQuLaewDTwMtAOezq6SEE6JRltZrcSeuFjoHPz3S6CsNL0tu1-cVSx6Y3/s400/25+dec+%233.jpg)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXVi54Bnlx5bqWshCPuI-lzNPdCerNeNlkoRzFfHNe9s2WUn1WtLGKo6IhHYfw0GmIegJDom43VuOKqdhBgtkQRIBVYjmcnWxD7Golmd2shAFBjHhIHpHXwk9PabNf_r2NlAgMGOp1NXa/s400/25+dec+%232.jpg)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj0shgBblkuInjCz9s6yxKYTis4VrvpIOfQHI9A3dCDytLhgY7jLBMjVq-v3feUa-NYKlFmCRuEz0-UdpYTiZJE0POiW-gDmbb6leVGOWcyjhyphenhyphenzqOF30KN2JhsxHVRc8mx8PWOkyh-hJx6/s400/25+dec+%231.jpg)
(1/2 hour "contour" drawing, 6:30 to 7 a.m. -- 6B pencil on heavy weight, medium tooth surface, 9 x 12 Canson drawing pad, while listening to "Chants of India.".
I was looking at the corner of my living room near the windows, where my Suzuki keyboard is.
This morning I made my drawing time part of my yoga asana practice. As of today, I am calling my drawing posture "Lekhavidhasana, "from the Sanskrit word "lekhavidhi" meaning "the act of drawing or painting" and the word "asana" meaning "posture or pose." When I draw, I sit in a cross-legged pose on a comfortable chair.
What has been happening is, since I have been drawing daily in the early morning, I have not been doing my early morning yoga practice. So I decided that I would do "Lekhavidhasana" just before doing Savasana (The Corpse Pose) at the end of the asana part of my Yoga practice.
In order to add Lekhavidhasana, "The Drawing Pose", I have to let go of doing a number of other poses, but the benefit I get from drawing daily feels equal to the benefit from the poses I won't have time to do.)
I love stories. Stories from all traditions. Here is something from a A Child’s Christmas in Wales, by Dylan Thomas:
"Go on the Useless Presents."
". . . a celluloid duck that made, when you pressed it, a most unducklike sound, a mewing moo that an ambitious cat might make who wished to be a cow; AND A PAINTING BOOK IN WHICH I COULD MAKE THE GRASS, THE TREES, THE SEA AND THE ANIMALS ANY COLOUR I PLEASED, and still the dazzling sky-blue sheep are grazing in the red field under the rainbow-billed and pea-green birds . . . "
I love the way Dylan Thomas finishes his remembrance:
". . . I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept."
As I've been writing this post, I've been listening to "Apple Scruffs," a song written by George Harrison. Listen here for a clip.
4 comments:
I love that Dylan Thomas short story. Indeed, all his stories and many of the poems. Remember "The Peaches"? Thank you for reminding me of it, especially apposite today. Coincidentally, I used to sell his books throughout England & Wales. I remember a grocer's shop in Laugharne (where he lived for a long time and is buried)used to display rare out-of-print Dyan works among the cabbages and canned vegetables... You would find elderly Japanese professors rooting around in there amongst the butter beans and the bara brith...
solitary walker -- I hadn't read "The Peaches" before but found it on the internet. Dylan Thomas certainly has a fine gift of conveying a clear vision of how complex, rich and textured, is the inner life of children.
From "Fern Hill,":
Time held me green and dying, though I sang in my chains like the sea.
Bara brith. That's new for me. Thanks so much!
Yes, absolutely. There was always something childlike about Dylan himself. Though very much a fallen angel. If you don't know it already, take a look at the superb biography of him by Constantine Fitzgibbon.
I like the sketches; much more sense of place than photos. And I do believe that's the first Dylan Thomas I've ever read. Seems he was quite good. Thank you.
Post a Comment