Alive in the mystery of kindness

We're not there anymore.  That was 40 years ago.



We're not there anymore either. That was 12 years ago.



We're not there anymore. That was 6 years ago.



We're not there anymore. That was this last Tuesday evening.

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom the emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand wrapped in awe, is as good as dead —his eyes are closed. The insight into the mystery of life, coupled though it be with fear, has also given rise to religion. To know what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their most primitive forms—this knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religiousness.” (Albert Einstein, Living Philosophies)

"My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness." (The Dalai Lama)

"... You a praying man, huh? What do you pray for? You pray for the world?" I never thought about praying for the world. I said, “I pray that I can be a kinder person.” (Bob Dylan, Chronices: Volume One -- from a conversation with "Sun Pie" near Raceland, west of New Orleans)

Everything looks more like itself

“The passage into mystery always refreshes. If, when we work, we can look once a day upon the face of mystery, then our labor satisfies. We are lightened when our gifts rise from pools we cannot fathom. Then we know they are not a solitary egotism and they are inexhaustible.”

—Lewis Hyde, The Gift: Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World, (Vintage Books, New York, 2007) p. 25

(quoted from Parabola)

Everything looks different and more like itself with my new camera, a Canon PowerShot ELPH 115 IS.  

Thanks to everyone who continues to stop by.  I'm grateful for your blogs and your visits here whether you comment or not.  

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, TOO, YEAH

Today is my 60th birthday. Tomorrow would have been Richard's 60th birthday.

Yesterday morning in the middle of a long walk, I stopped to sit on a rock at Marine Park and was looking around at the land, water, sky and sea birds. The thought came to me, "Where are you, Richard?"

Within seconds, I heard Richard's playful voice saying, "I'm here."