An empty mirror and your worst destructive habits,
when they are held up to each other,
that’s when the real making begins.
That’s what art and crafting are.
A tailor needs a torn garment to practice his expertise.
The trunks of trees must be cut again and again
so they can be used for fine carpentry.
Your doctor must have a broken leg to doctor.
Your defects are the ways that glory gets manifested.”
–Rumi, The Book of Love
“Sun-bleached bones were most wonderful against the blue – that blue that will always be there as it is now after all man’s destruction is finished.”
“We are more than just flesh and bones. There’s a certain spiritual nature and something of the mind that we can’t measure. We can’t find it. With all our sophisticated equipment, we cannot monitor or define it, and yet it’s there.”
Destruction into Creation. No matter the feeling or literal, making and unmaking, and making of the unmade.
“…Going down stone by stone,
the song of the water changes,
changing the way I walk
which changes my thought
as I go. Stone to stone
the stream flows. Stone to stone
the walker goes. The words
stand stone still until
the flow moves them, changing
the sound – a new word –
a new place to step or stand….”
–Wendell Berry, Excerpt from The Book of Camp Branch, out of Leavings
“Rise Up and Shine, For Your Light Has Come.” Isaiah 60
the expression of essence
thru the vessel
it can never be duplicated,
of the voice
of the Creator,
responding and resounding
in union, in and out
with other answering
movements of spirit