Who Gets to Create?

Who created the idea of suffering? Who made it up? Only when we accept this idea can any lying schmuck convince us that we are needing to be saved, needing to be different than we are. This created thing causes us to be ungrounded and to want. Want an idea that cannot be had because suffering was created and made up–it has no opposite, so many many search to find it to create it and to fill it in, attempting to escape ‘suffering’. I think I cannot understand why no one else notices this. Maybe they do and the voices are too strong so they stay silent.

What creates leaders, followers, and those that are neither?

There are those that lead. There are those called experts. There are those that follow. These follow for many reasons, sometimes because the way feels good to them, sometimes because they have been taught that a person must be educated and an expert so they ignore themselves and search for signs of what another tells them is right and proper. There are those who simply do what feels right to them. Sometimes in doing what feels right a person bumps up against a teaching or a way of behaving that is similar, synchronistic, other times not.

What about the very very poor that have nothing? If one must have a teacher, how does one value their teaching and assess their abilities other than to just take their word for it and be a sheep? Please share your ideas and experiences with this.

Affixing sandal to a stick and running
elisa

Faces of the Trees

This is Grum

I know this one's name, but the sounds in it are not sounds I am familiar with making as speech.

This one makes me think of Janus, I did not hear its name, nor did I ask, this trip.

All of today’s Brandon Park images were taken by Elisabeth Connelley, Purple Shoe Photography while playing with a Sigma SD10. Many thanks to the owner of this camera!

Cacophony Light (or Mourning Wake)–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley

faint watercolor waking

sun

along thoughts of sand

but trees

swaying in the water

of the dawn

violets summering across the lawn

pinks rising

hearts singing up the sun

cacophony light

thinks the view of the dark

stretching sinews

receding further

luscious

silky 

sleep

scatters on the grass,

glittering jewels

oceans of dew

dreams melded with the day

breathing and alive

–by elisabeth connelley

Morning Trip (20) psst…Joy and Enchantment!!

Our gift is to be joyful and glad. Holding the enchantment of the miracle of each moment of each living breath that we experience, as the best moment ever, creates and sustains life!

Part II(Original Version: Loreena McKennitt-To the Fairies they Draw Near “Tinkerbell”)

Come away with me now to the sky
Up o’er the hills and the sea
Far beyond where memories lie
To a place where I’m free to be me

Oh, gather ye now one and all
No what matter what all ye may do
Where the stars fill your soul
When the moon cradles all
So to yourself be true

The blanket of snow is o’ercome
Each flower waits for the sun
And the whispering tears of the rain
Holds promise for everyone

Then come away with me, friends
No matter where you call your home
With a light in our hearts, we will never part
No matter how far we roam

Deep in the forest we go
Creatures are all fast asleep
With a kiss and a wink we will waken our souls
Love is the safety we’ll keep

And then we’ll dance through the night
Till the sun beams sparkle at dawn
And up way we will go like last winter’s snow
Soon our work will be done

Oh, gather ye now one and all
No what matter what all ye may do
Where the stars fill your soul
When the moon cradles all
So to yourself be true

Oh, gather ye now one and all
No what matter what all ye may do
Where the stars fill your soul
When the moon cradles all
So to yourself be true

So to yourself be true…