Re-centering

nobody@vox.com(Liza Myers) — Sat, 22 Sep 2007 19:44:00 -0400

See how nature -- trees, flowers, grass -- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence...
We need silence to be able to touch souls. - Mother Teresa

Back in the studio after these months of travel and teaching.
All so very good, all so very fascinating.
All so very visually and intellectually cacophonous.
I am overwhelmed by the complexity and contrasts... Sounds, scents, colors, cultures.. . From the Libyan Sea to Lake Powell, Chora Sfakia, Crete, to Bullfrog Utah. And in between, the abundant garden, the intensity of kid's workshops in my studio.

Now trying to settle down, sift through the summer's stimuli...
to see what's most important in the remaining reflection as the ripples smooth.

Trying to touch my own soul, reach right down into the center of my being and find a core of truth.
Just the simple act of dipping the brush into the paint and putting it on the canvas... a ritual of reconstruction, of growth and acknowledgment. A meditation.

One positive step, soon to be followed by another.
Meanwhile, autumn is catching me by surprise.

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Desert eclipse

nobody@vox.com(Liza Myers) — Mon, 17 Sep 2007 14:33:52 -0400

Home of the ancients, these canyon walls, baked flesh of the earth, burnt naked by the unrelenting sun.
Anasazi walked these canyons and mesas long before they were flooded by a trapped river. They too heard the song of the canyon wren.
Lilting, descending melody, calling us into the cool shadows.

Hole in the Rock, Utah

More than 100 years ago, Mormons labored to construct a road down this chasm, lowering wagons and teams of horses by rope where the heights were too great; where the cliffs were too steep. Long conquered by the elements of wind and water and the force of gravity, the road has nearly vanished.
Storm torrents have swept sweat and stone
into the secret depths of the lake.
Beautiful water, filled with secrets.

We gathered high above these waters to let the ashes of my cousin fly to the wind in his favorite place. A joyful, playful man, flung into the air, riding the breezes. A bittersweet moment, to be there with, and without him.

The full moon rose before us, giant and glowing against soaring, shadowed cliffs as we returned. Through the night the light was vivid; color softened, but still warmly intense, even in the greatest distance.

Desert Moon

We lay under the stars, stunned by the beauty. To our great surprise a red crescent crept over the face of the moon, made all the more marvelous by the fact than none of us were expecting it... too busy in the journey's preparations to notice that tidbit of celestial news.
A lunar eclipse. The shadow of the earth on the face of the moon.
Distances and dimensions beyond my comprehension.

What would the Anasazi have thought?
Beauty is before me,
And beauty is behind me.
Above and below me hovers the beautiful.
I am surrounded by it.
I am immersed in it.
In my youth I am aware of it,
And in old age I shall walk quietly
The beautiful trail.
Navajo wisdom resonating throughout the canyon lands, and my heart.

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Re-centering

Desert eclipse