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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Aegean Moon

nobody@vox.com(Liza Myers) — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 17:43:22 -0400

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.- Albert Einstein
This has been a summer of mysteries...
Full moon over Toledo; reconnection with old friends; the scent of wedding lilies; laughter, joy and elegance.

Toledoartmus

Night sky over northern Michigan; the pungence of the pines and balmy air of childhood. The first meeting of six siblings in 15 years. It was worth the 28 hour round trip drive.

Sibsotsego2007

Cascading meteorites over Sudbury, Vermont; fresh mown lawn and garden tomatoes.

The moon shimmering beyond the olive groves on the Aegean and Libyan Sea; jagged bones of the earth towering over a collapsed caldera. Dancing from moon rise to sunrise... the pulse of the music redefining the tranquility of Mediterranean night

All very comprehensible scientifically, but throw in the innocence and passion of love; the deep connection of family, the exhilerating and liberating freedom of new horizons; the thoughtful contemplation of ancient cultures...

Ricestorm

Two weddings and a funeral this summer...
Celebrations of life the future and the past.
This has been a season of journeying. Not conducive to meditative work, for which I am hungering. My head is overloaded with sensory input.

But there has also been good progress on the art front.
To create one's own world in any arts takes courage.
- Georgia O'Keefe

Shard Nest

Shard Nest is Finally Finished...
It's been quite a while in the making- from the darkness of winter to the fullness of summer. 4'x5' is not that big, but Bird Dog and many other smaller works have happened along the way as well.

Bird Dog

Bird Dog's companion is a canyon wren.

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A Musing Artful Meanders

Desert eclipse

Aegean Moon