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Pam McDowell Saylor shared Parabola Magazine‘s photo.
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It’s About the Whole.
Wow, great way of waking us up, again, to the indisputable fact that this is one world.
Summer!
One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.
— Henry Miller
Entering the Void with the Eyes Open
Things aren’t all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.
–Rainer Maria Rilke, “Letters to a Young Poet” (Random House, 1984).
PAINTING: Odilon Redon, Three Vases of Flowers, c.1909. From the free Parabola Weekly Newsletter.
The Calendar of the Soul, Rudolph Steiner (Week 12, St. John’s Tide, June 24)
The radiant beauty of the world
Compels my inmost soul to free
God-given powers of my nature
That may soar into the cosmos,
To take wing from myself
And trustingly to seek myself
In cosmic light and cosmic warmth.
— Rudolf Steiner
I love this!
Pam McDowell Saylor shared Mardi McEwan Steiner‘s photo.
Have had this for a while – perfect opportunity to share ♥
Summer!
This photo was taken at solar noon.
I have been reading about Rudolf Steiner’s interpretation of the in-breathing and out-breathing process of the earth that goes hand-in-hand with the seasons.
Continuing our study of the yearly breathing cycle of the earth, we find that… the earth has completely outbreathed. All its soul forces have been poured forth into cosmic space, and are permeated with the forces of the sun, with the forces of the stars.
— Rudolf Steiner, Cycle of the Year, March 31, 1923
Entering the Void with the Eyes Open
It is not humility to insist on being someone that you are not. It is as much as saying that you know better than God who you are and who you ought to be. How do you expect to arrive at the end of your own journey if you take the road to another man’s city? How do you expect to reach your own perfection by leading someone else’s life? His sanctity will never be yours; you must have the humility to work out your own salvation in a darkness where you are absolutely alone.
—Thomas Merton, “New Seed of Contemplation,” (New Directions Publishing & The Abbey of Gethsemani, 1961) p.100.
PAINTING: Odilon Redon, “Buddha Walking Among the Flowers,” 1905. From the free weekly Parabola Newsletter.
—Thomas Merton, “New Seed of Contemplation,” (New Directions Publishing & The Abbey of Gethsemani, 1961) p.100.
PAINTING: Odilon Redon, “Buddha Walking Among the Flowers,” 1905. From the free weekly Parabola Newsletter.
Entering the Void with the Eyes Open
This morning I woke up about a half hour before sunrise. I thought, “Oh no, now I have to decide! Should I go back to sleep, taking a chance I will miss sunrise, or get up?” I propped myself up to look out of my window. The sky was blazing orange in the northeast; that was my answer. I did not regret my decision. I felt the soft silence of the early morning enveloping me. I found it so easy to put my full attention on tiny details– like a small, white fluttering moth, the faint sound of distant birdsong.
Over the course of about 45 minutes, the blazing sky darkened. Soft, warm drops of rain landed on my face as I sat on the front step; it felt like a blessing. The sky, beautiful and dark, punctuated my understanding that getting up before dawn was the best thing to do.
