All posts tagged: Light

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Another evening away from home…

The problem with… One of the problems with spending so much time away… Amongst the many problems with spending so much time in hotels, away from your carefully cultivated ‘nest’, is the problem of getting any writing done. To be fair, the nest wasn’t so much cultivated, as it kinda just evolved, over time. But the chair in the hotel is just exactly too short, or too stiff, or not at the right angle, or it doesn’t even recline… and etc., etc., etc… 

STJ VI

Op-Ed…

“Every single thing I’ve ever said is, ultimately, only my opinion – a comment upon what it is I perceive to be the reality around me at any given moment. “I might say that it’s very bright out today; and everyone would know what I meant by that statement. Assuming that I’ve spoken truthfully, it’s doubtful anyone would even disagree with me. At that point, my opinion might be widely considered to have traversed over into the realm of ‘fact’. “But can you imagine a quality of light so intense, a mode of illumination so pure, that the brightest light you can think of would be as the darkest night in some other realm? “Can you see it in your mind’s eye – another mode of existence, in which the heart of our sun might leave that existence blind, from a lack of light? Imagine such a concept of darkness, which would limit our perception to the reading of a body’s internal chemistry, or the enumeration of atoms… or the making visible of that about which we now can only speculate. “What would such an intensity of sight …

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Afraid of the Light…

  What is it that would make one afraid to shine a light into their own darkness? Do they fear what they might see? Or is it because they already know what’s there, and cannot bear to look upon it? And are your own private terrors so excruciatingly fearsome – or are they merely yours, and you’d not have others realize how insignificant a fear it took, to so weaken your resolve? EJ Liederstein

Sun and Cattails

Hymn of Pan

  I sang of the dancing stars, I sang of the daedal* earth, And of heaven, and the giant wars, And love, and death, and birth. –Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Hymn Of Pan“ *Daedal = intricate, artistic, richly adorned, ingenious in form or function… What a marvelous word. As promised, a picture with the sun visible. Bring it to full size, and just wander among the stalks for a while. Find a particularly alluring edge and linger there, feeling the sun as it traces both your edges, and the edges of that where you now, for the moment, reside. Feel the warmth seep into your bones, as it always does during the summer months. Luxuriate in the softness of the cottony flower at the top. Embrace the cooling breezes as they waft across you, for the sun is warm at this time of the year. Relax… sit a spell… Take one (1) of the above paragraph as often as needed, over the next five months.