"Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question."
What Can I Give?
Quiet, ordinary beauty.
Quiet, ordinary beauty and the rhythms of the seasons–this is my path, my pilgrimage to rediscover the world.
"Beauty isn’t all about just nice loveliness. Beauty is about more rounded, substantial becoming. So I think beauty, in that sense, is about an emerging fullness, a greater sense of grace and elegance, a deeper sense of depth, and also a kind of homecoming for the enriched memory of your unfolding life."
-John O'Donohue, The Inner Landscape of Beauty
At Home, With Ourselves
I begin with my own heart, my own soul, and the geography of this life I've inherited. I begin to see that I am not separate from anyone or anything–that I brush up against and through everyone and everything. Inside me is the sun, my neighbor, my mother, yesterday's snowfall, the words you shared at the dinner table, and birdsongs that pierce an autumn forest.
When I discover myself and map these relationships of interbeing, I will rediscover the world over and over again.
There will be no conquering, no defining, no border creation, no owning, no exploitation. There will only be witnessing: seeing people and landscapes at their essence. I will see; I will listen; I will witness. I cannot harm you or the land because, as I discover my own essence, I will no longer be able to harm myself; I cannot own you or the land or your story because the boundaries I thought made up a you and an I are undefined and never will be defined.
Light (yang) :: Know (yin)
I spark a remembrance and a new way to see (light, yang) and to know (within the depths, yin). I hold wisdom of quiet, ordinary beauty and am a compassionate friend to joy, grief, loss, contentment, life, death, laughter, friendship, love, disappointment, health, sickness, tears, and peace.
This Journal Will Explore:
THE GEOGRAPHY OF A LIFE
SEEING AS A WITNESS
SOUNDSCAPES + RESONANCE
ECOLOGY + THE DEEP ECOLOGY MOVEMENT
LANDSCAPES: INNER + OUTER
PILGRIMAGE + THE PATHS WE MAKE
Why should she give her bounty to the dead?
What is divinity if it can come
Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
Shall she not find in comforts of the sun,
In pungent fruit and bright, green wings, or else
In any balm or beauty of the earth,
Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven?
Divinity must live within herself:
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch.
These are the measures destined for her soul.
And so, it begins.