Mandala #53:
Showing posts with label Apple Scruffs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Apple Scruffs. Show all posts
Saturday, November 28, 2020
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
HOLY DARKNESS AND A PAINTING BOOK






(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.
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