With the camera, I was and am able to access, harness and convey the extraordinary within the ordinary, profound wonder in the everyday. It's been said that "the camera doesn't lie." If true, then this image is evidence of the magic present in an ordinary nighttime drive uptown.
We might resolve to respond to whatever arises with loving kindness, exploring what might be discovered. Enter life, in the raw and sweaty, and the test gets real darn fast. Getting distracted from good intention can be tricky and takes a bit of doing in the reframing department.
I exit the supermarket at dusk and there it is, beckoning me. Long have I wanted to give you a special gift, but haven't found it, until now, this jewel sliver of divine light, perfectly suspended in the deep blue early night sky.
We blossom and outgrow selves the way butterflies emerge from cocoons. Except that being human, we have the chance to emerge from many cocoons. This poem tries to look back at the many selves I've lived in.
Up to that point in my life, I had thought of hardships as inexplicable events happening to me and others and viewed strength as the ability to endure these unwanted circumstances. Such endurance is certainly a strength.
The great Jewish philosopher, Abraham Heschel said, "We will not perish for want of information; but only for want of appreciation... What we lack is not a will to believe but a will to wonder..." Wonder is the feeling that overcomes us when we enter life and not just watch it.
Just as a sponge can only take on water after being wrung out, so too must we be able -- regardless of our experience or education -- to continually renounce our own fullness, lest we become bloated and stale.
As I began to grow up, I attempted to define myself -- this presence of "I" -- through endlessly collecting information. In this natural process of mental awareness inhabiting a body, I discovered a symphonic mandala of sometimes competing, sometimes complementing explanations.