We Are All Bound and Not Seperate - One Million Galaxies

The basic problem is to understand that there are no such things as things; that is to say separate things, separate events. That is only a way of talking. What do you mean by a thing? A thing is a noun. A noun isn't a part of nature it's a part of speech. There are no nouns in the physical world. There are no separate things in the physical world either.—Alan Watts, No Such Thing

Here's a photo of a million galaxies! If by nothing else we are all bound and not separate by gravity!

Explanation: Are the nearest galaxies distributed randomly? A plot of over one million of the brightest "extended sources" detected by the Two Micron All Sky Survey (2MASS) shows that they are not. The vast majority of these infrared extended sources are galaxies. Visible above is an incredible tapestry of structure that provides limits on how the universe formed and evolved. Many galaxies are gravitationally bound together to form clusters, which themselves are loosely bound into superclusters, which in turn are sometimes seen to align over even larger scale structures. In contrast, very bright stars inside our own Milky Way Galaxy cause the vertical blue sash. Astonomy Picture of the Day - One Million Galaxies
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A Blessing For Absence ~ For Julian Fox

A Blessing For Absence
May you know that absence is full of tender presence and that nothing is ever lost or forgotten. May the absences in your life be full of eternal echo May you sense around you the secret Elsewhere which holds the presences that have left your life. May you be generous in your embrace of loss. May the sore of your grief turn into a well of seamless presence. May your compassion reach out to the ones we never hear from and may you have the courage to speak out for the excluded ones. May you become the gracious and passionate subject of your own life. May you not disrespect your mystery through brittle words or false belonging. May you be embraced by God in whom dawn and twilight are one and may your longing inhabit its deepest dreams within the shelter of the Great Belonging. - John O'Donohue Eternal Echoes

Women in Art

Women In Film - Phenomenal Women

Phenomenal Woman

 

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Maya Angelou

Heaven Is A Place

Heaven is a place where nothing, nothing ever happens...

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Cooking w Dylan

The Eleven I want repeating pattern... then I realize I have to cook!Something about the "sound" and "pattern"of cooking that is as soothing as good music!It isn't just the yummy eating...its the cooking that makes you feel good! Rhythm Devils cd into Muslim-Andalusian ragas I scour the cabinet and refridgerator my mind filled with a desire for sweet spice...then a craving for Robert Plant hits, the first notes drift into my head..."I walk this shore in isolation And at my feet eternity Draws ever sweeter plans for me" with lyrics like that I find it impossible not to want to create something.Off to the grocerthe bike ride a pedal of beats of Nusrat Fateh Ali Kahn. I stop by the post office pick up packages from Mike ShervanianJason AllenM from New Jersey Steve Campbell and a box with no name but a return addie of Nashville, TN.stuff the paniers on my bike, re-arranging the veggies, tie the box to my basket frame and its off on the bike in flight a flurry of Qitar beats and chanting rhthyms that cause me to materialize like a magic carpet bike ride, right in front of my door.I have tons of veggies to chop now.I have a food processor,but I love to chop and slice each piece of vegetable and with garlic you can never slice it too thin, no food processor can do that. Thinner than paper so it melts translucently in the pan; have to cook it slow so as not to burn it.I get the cutting board out first its garlic, onion, zuchinni. I chop in the order I'll add the ingredients to the pot, It's relaxing.I do so as I watch the Dylan Biopic"I'm Not There"my mind dives into the soundscape.I think this movie is really cool.Beautiful in an odd and strange way Dylan's music engulfs you How many times over the years have I cooked food listening to Bob Dylan...???!!!!!I mean, it isn't just myself, nor all of my college friends, nor twenty years cooking with my hippie/mountain friends, heck I know my mother cooked listening to him!I watched her, the huge stereo console in the living room, the album like a huge platter serving up crackling sound. Blood On The Tracks, while she cut up a chicken! And I sat on the stool and I peered over the kitchen bar, watching her cut and slice and sprinkle and stir.I oil my quart pot with a wonderful Extra Virgin Olive oil of peridot green...first the garlic dances in the pan...wants to stick so I lower the flame then a quick dash of onion as the garlic disappears, just enough flame to carmelize, the zuch and finallya heavenly explosion of Cinnamon, Chili, Cumin, Oregano perfume the air the movie rolls on...I continue to add ingredients, crushed tomato,corn until a variety of succotash or what my grandmother would have called calavacitas is now bubbly on the stove.Next is a hummus. Need to grind the garbanzo beans. After that I'll make a pilaf and a homemade soup...the best part I'm doing bnp's too!Crank up the "Brothers" "Ain't Wastin' Time No More"into "All Along the WatchTower"and dive into crushing the garbanzo and juicing the lemon,chopping parsley, the wonderful peeling/slicing of scallions...cooking makes me feel grand, like music its all about sharing.Like Music it is Nourishment; Soul Food!Some gargonzola stuffed into an olive sliced in halfspread onto a broiled slice of red bell pepper on crust of baguette and I stuff another Hors d'œuvre into my mouth...all this cooking and listening to good tunesleaves me with a hankering to share and offer up some more bnp's pretty dang soon.In the meantime, I need a drink of limeade.convert a set of tunes from flac to wav and keep on keepin' on...so far Memorial Day weekend is starting fine!being a bachelorette though...I'll have to find folksto feed, and it'll be 300 situps for me today!whew! I eye the gargonzola again! The baguette beckons.Grateful Dead and Jerry's version "Nobody's Fault But Mine" at the Starlite Amphitheater...starton the old iPodwell heck might as well play Zep's version after thisthat's what cooking and music always do, eh?Mix it up!perfectshelter means good eats!here at the home of patchworkquilts and "blue skies"I'm cooking fine! "I will give what love I have to givelong as I live..."Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia

heavenly day

"Heavenly Day"

Oh heavenly day, all the clouds blew away

Got no trouble today with anyone

The smile on your face I live only to see

It's enough for me, baby, it's enough for me

Oh, heavenly day, heavenly day, heavenly day

Tomorrow may rain with sorrow

Here's a little time we can borrow

Forget all our troubles in these moments so few

All we've got right now, the only thing that

All we really have to do

Is have ourselves a heavenly day

Lay here and watch the trees sway

Oh, can't see no other way, no way, no way

Heavenly day, heavenly day, heavenly day

No one at my shoulder bringing me fears

Got no clouds up above me bringing me tears

Got nothing to tell you, I've got nothing much to say

Only I'm glad to be here with you

On this heavenly, heavenly, heavenly, heavenly

Heavenly day, all the trouble's gone away

Oh, for a while anyway, for a while anyway

Heavenly day, heavenly day, heavenly day

Patty Griffin