Eerie light during the Solar Eclipse.
5.20.12
SUENOSDEUOMI'S RUMINATIONS AND PERSPECTIVE
Peace Walk
A non-denominational, non-political peace walk
very well attended,
not in small part I imagine
due to announcement by our local public radio.
I so appreciate our progressive, multi-cultural community.
Lovely Ladies Walk for Peace.
And cute kids walk too.
Rasta, the little rescue enjoyed the walk especially.
I so appreciate the Work of Amnesty International.
Michael is about to enter the Cathedral
wishing Peace to Islam and the World.
NO WAR ON IRAN!
The resolution passed the City Council unanimously, hooray,
thanks to these dedicated folks.
Photo by Lyric Kalie
Christmas In May!
My universe thinks it is Christmas! I just brought home a glass vase filled with fresh, deep red roses found abandoned at a nearby parking lot (a suitor's unwelcome advances?) Unthinkable to discard such beauty. Within these last 24 hours, I was gifted, out of the blue, with a neighbor's somewhat bulky treasures he desperately wanted to re-home so as to create space for his new acquisitions. He brought me an almost new single black futon base with a white cotton futon, down duvet with two matching sheets and pillow covers, all in very good condition. This bedding had not been used in 10 years and only rarely before by occasional yoga students of his that would stay over for an intensive.
Last, but not least an earthen ware carafe now graces my outdoor living room area. There always seems to be a shortage of water containers so this is a welcome addition to my household utensils.
Now with so much goodness coming my way, I wonder if I should consider this man that called to inquire about my VW van a good omen? He inquired if I might have an interest in selling my beloved "Schneggehuus". Of course, he has no idea how attached I am to the darn thing, the money guzzling contraption that has served me as a second, to boot mobile home for extended periods at a time. There isn't a more comfortable vehicle to travel in then a VW vanagon, except maybe an RV. But the van is nimble has a great turning ratio, good traction, can get up in speed and will make life easy and enjoyable on any road.
2 days later all items found a new spot, but in the process I discovered that the bottom drawer of my stove can actually be pulled out. This had never ever occurred to me. So what I found must have been a quarter century old dust balls! I am comforted by the knowledge that my German mother had a very similar experience when moving out of a home she had occupied for 40 years. She too discovered places she did not know existed and this despite her germanic love of cleanliness. The roses still look pretty, except for the center one that I brought to the memorial of one of our community leaders.
May Day Santa Fe Style
Occupy Santa Fe organized an event at our Railyard park for noon on May 1. followed by a General Assembly beginning at 2 p.m. May 1. a day without the 99%, a day of no work, no shopping, no school, no banking and no chores. Bring your family, friends, bring a picnic or share in food offered at this community building event.
Tania, our dedicated activist, rehabilitation facilitator and mother of a computer wiz kid had gotten there a bit early, all organized and ready for a serious picnic that included cheese and meat, with a brand new role of paper towels in easy reach. Later she would be facilitating the General Assembly seated in one of those little chairs. The woman brings such grace and enthusiasm to our community of activists.
Occupy The Moment
Santa Fe, The City Different, in The Land of Enchantment, home of various mediation groups that have attempted to raise our awareness toward oneness and away from duality, which includes the 99% versus 1%, with some calling on the 100%. Mats invited folks to join in a meditative approach to activism.
NO WAR ON IRAN
During Occupy Santa Fe General Assembly our civil rights lawyer shared on one working group's initiative to urge our City Council with petitions and presentations to pledge a stance against a war in Iran. The raised hands signal support and agreement from GA participants.
NO WAR
WeArePeopleHere! has endorsed the Tuesday May 1 People's General Strike. We encourage you to join the strike in protest against a government and an economy that unjustly favors the super wealthy and big business at the expense of the American people. We are joining the strike to build solidarity for a national movement against the corruption of the worldwide marketplace, which has led to illegal foreclosures, mass unemployment, low wages and government policies that support the plutocracy.
Passionate Performer
Captivated Audience
Cuddle Companions
Cop
Blessed with smiling cops,
Occupy Santa Fe has enjoyed leniency from our public servants.
Only one cop checked in on our May Day event.
The day passed without any incident.
No violence.
Non-Violent Training
for free
was on the agenda the very next day.
unify
clarify
intensify
simplify
amplify
fortify
magnify
identify
beautify
sanctify
occupy
(Tania's T-Shirt)
Guitar Player In Disguise
Jim had stopped playing the fiddle
only 11 years old.
His interest in the fiddle got renewed only recently.
Now he cherishes a change from playing the guitar.
I cherish anyone eager to learn and to better themselves,
and able to surprise us,
especially at a certain age.
I consider Jim Santa Fe's best street musician
with the soul of a true artist.
Girl Plays Deep Blue Guitar
A Singer/Songwriter
the girl sings hauntingly beautiful songs
this evening
on the Santa Fe plaza.
Norwegian Style Protest
"A sky full of stars, blue sea as far as you can see
An earth where flowers grow, can you wish for more?
Together shall we live, every sister, brother
Young children of the rainbow, a fertile land."
"They gathered by the tens of thousands in the drenching rain to face down terrorism with song. They rallied against far-right fanatic Anders Behring Breivik, now on trial for a bomb-and-shooting rampage that killed 77 people. They sang a Norwegian version of a Pete Seeger tune that the
confessed mass killer claims has been used to brainwash the country's
youth into supporting immigration. Defiant singalongs of "Children of the Rainbow" were staged in Oslo
and other major Norwegian cities, even as the ninth day of the trial
went on with survivors of Breivik's attacks giving tearful testimony. In downtown Oslo alone, about 40,000 people raised their voices as
Norwegian artist Lillebjoern Nilsen played the song, a Norwegian version
of Seeger's "My Rainbow Race."
Appeal to Asma
Please watch then sign the petition and pass it on!
Those atrocities have to stop!
I say NO SEX for war mongers!
Women have power and can use it for good.
This is an appeal to Asthma,
the wife of Syrian president Bashar al-Assad.
This is an appeal to Asthma,
the wife of Syrian president Bashar al-Assad.
A Peek On Peaks
Before moving on to brighter and more spectacular signs of Spring, waiting in the wings, yesterday's shot taken standing up on a raised flower bed, during a moment when rays of sunlight managed to escape from inbetween dark banks of clouds on the western horizon to light the again snow covered Sangre de Christo mountain peaks on the eastern horizon at sunset. Snow flurries again during the day, light frost at night after temperatures had climbed up in to the seventies and the Lilacs have it in mind to finally open up and blossom. Darn, it was cold, bare footed in sandals winter coat quickly thrown over.
On another note, I won! I placed my first winning bet ever on e-bay last night, a month after I signed on and had scoured the offerings, compared products and prices (in my affordable kinda range) and kept on obsessing and dreaming on. I won by 6 cents, cleverly posting an uneven dollar amount less then half a minute before the bidding would end! I hope there will be no unpleasant surprises. I do not like to participate in money transactions on-line, so this is truly a first for me. In about a week I hope to be able to post images with this new for me, but older, used camera, a Panasonic DMC FX-35 which comes with a lot of zoom, 18x, and features more pixels, 12.1 then my current Nikon D40, 6. Of course my lust for new gadgets has only increased in my last month of studying mainly unavailable to my current budget options.
I made up a wish list that includes a Panasonic DMC GF-1 because of the interchangeable lens option and it's compact system, that make it a good choice for street and low light photography. The Panasonic DMC ZS10 might be a good small, older and therefor more affordable pocket camera to have on hand. I still believe the Olympus C-8080 to be a good quality camera, even if outdated and likely requiring technical skills way over the top of my head. I hope my Nikon D40 will be worth the money to refurbish, it sure has given me a lot of pleasure and bang for the bucks, for now more then 5 years. A Nikon D90 with a self-cleaning lens system would be great as we do have a lot of dust here in the Southwest. But for now I will be very happy if the up and coming Panasonic will work to my satisfaction.
In Our Element
Sumo is in his element out and about hunting.
Isabella is in her element out and about relating.
I am in my element searching for beauty in daily life.
Wabi Sabi
Before a continued focus on Spring's
more flamboyant manifestations,
I like to honor the more quiet, more subtle beauty of nature,
Flawed Beauty
Imperfection
Impermanence
In the study of Wabi Sabi
we learn to find the most simple manifestations
interesting, fascinating and beautiful.
We learn to recognize beauty in simplicity,
authenticity and transience.
Nothing is lasting.
Nothing gets finished.
Nothing is perfect.
authenticity and transience.
Nothing is lasting.
Nothing gets finished.
Nothing is perfect.
The aging process when not avoided
teaches us deeper truths about life.
teaches us deeper truths about life.
That which arises came from what had been before.
Let's honor all seasons, Spring and Fall,
young and old
and appreciate each innate authentic being
for it's light and it's shadow.
Let's honor all seasons, Spring and Fall,
young and old
and appreciate each innate authentic being
for it's light and it's shadow.
Unpretentious Beauty
In search of Spring, I found remnants of seasons past.
Dried up, wrinkled and frail, yet still able to charm
- way too easily overlooked.
Overheard
"I can't deal with people in an eddy" she exclaimed with surprising vehemence while in conversation, seated outside the coffee shop, both eyes shut close and tight, one hand extended so as to keep it at bay. No attention payed to the pretty Doodle that stayed in a polite down along side her, while he really wanted to meet and greet the new arrivals.
Cozy
Cuddled up on our sofa turned in to a bed, still not quiet big enough for the four of us. Sumo's butt pressed up against the small of my back. The kitty draped across my arm languidly, Saemi's heat warms my heart. The weight of Isabella's chin on my chest, deep brown eyes look up at me. For a moment I feel it, the rightness of things. For a moment I can smile and exhale, life is good.
Comings And Goings
Picked a stage and waited:
- Moms pass with kids in contraptions, one pushes a stroller with two up front, the other rides a bike with cargo in back. I prefer a level playing field.
- Black woman in knee high, gray leather boots, too tight woolen dress and a kind of afro hair-do wears glasses.
- Two little girls in red bows and striped attire, both, watch the train arrive, then hop back in to their SUV.
- Guy reading and walking big brown dog with tail curled on up high.
- Black guy texting with one hand, swinging his cheap, cloth shoulder bag in other hand as he walks by leisurely.
- Older guy on bike, in green helmet, takes photo of train by phone.
- Older guy on bike, in green helmet, takes photo of train by phone.
- One guy in dark glasses follows tiny, skinny kid, no longer a toddler, dressed in blue. They cross the tracks and head toward the coffee shop.
- Couple approaches, walking hand in hand. I am jealous, always loved holding hands. They smile and look therefore less ordinary.
- Church bells ring.
With my dogs, Isabella-girl, who no longer walked very far and Sumo-boy, who was stymied by our slow pace, I sat and watched the comings and goings in my 'hood. Without camera, I simply took notes.
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Yet nothing changed by the blue guitar;
Yet nothing changed, except the place
As you play them, on the blue guitar,
Perceived in a final atmosphere;
The thinking of art seems final when
The tune is space. The blue guitar
A composing of senses of the guitar.