This past Saturday, my husband and I attended the Street Painting Festival in Lake Worth Florida for the first time. It was crowded and noisy and brilliant. Though many of the artists were still in the process of finishing their works of art, it was fascinating to watch the process. They worked from detailed images, often checking the sidewalk art with the image they already developed. They sat, the squatted, they lay on their stomachs, careful always to avoid the already finished portions of their work. There were too many to photo all of them but here are some of my favorites. By the way, this was not a competition but a celebration. No prizes just delight.
Friday, February 26, 2016
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Snowshoeing on the Superior Hiking Trail
I miss winter. I miss the hush of winter
mornings, the soft lavender shadows the sun casts on a landscape
of wind-driven snow. I miss the chickadees that cluster on our deck,
awaiting their turn at the feeder. Such polite little fellows they are, hopping
on the feeder to fetch a black-oil sunflower seed and immediately flitting away
to crack and eat it.
Photo by Kathleen Anderson-Gray
I especially miss snowshoeing on Minnesota’s Superior Hiking Trail, a 310 footpath that runs from south of Duluth to the Canadian
Border. Easily accessed in any season from our house, the trail in winter was
always an adventure, especially when fresh snow offers a glimpse into another
world. Then the journey through the deep woods becomes a constant discovery …
the tracks of snowshoe rabbits, red squirrels, pine martin, and sometimes moose
and wolf the only sign of passage besides the tracks our shoes make.
Kathleen
Anderson-Gray is a North Shore friend who sends a daily photo she’s just taken. I can
almost feel the crackling cold of those winter mornings even though I’m here in
Florida for the winter. Kathleen recently sent me a photo that reminded me of
one winter hike I took when snow and ice clung to branches like crystallized
circus animals on parade, a giraffe, a sitting lion, even an elephant. Topped
by a soft covering of snow, they resembled lace cookies baked in the woods.
Friday, February 12, 2016
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
A Review of The Yoga of Max's Discontent by Karan Bajaj
Based on bestselling novelist and spiritual teacher Karan Bajaj’s own experience, The Tao of Max’s Discontent, takes the reader on a breathtaking and often brutal journey in search of spiritual transformation—the dissolution of one’s sense of self and union with universal (or divine) consciousness.
Bajaj’s giant-sized protagonist Max Pzoras, shaken by his mother’s untimely death from cancer at the age of forty-nine encounters Viveka, a scantily clad East Indian food-cart seller whose experience living among yogis 20,000 feet high in the Himalayas intrigues him. Driven to make sense of his life and to attain what Viveka explains as the “un-born, un-aging, un-ailing, sorrowless, and deathless state” of immortality Max begins to investigate such a journey.
When he learns of a South American yogi living high up in the Himalayas who teaches a method of yoga that leads to the end of suffering, Max impetuously leaves his job to seek this yogi.
Gripped already by Bajaj’s gift as a story teller, this reader avidly followed Max as he confronted ordeals and disappointments bound to shatter many a spiritual seeker. Despite his focused effort to reach Nirvana, Max remains endearingly human. He might be living as the student of the great yogi guru Ramakrishna, but he is beleaguered by guilt for having abandoned loved ones in order to pursue his own goals. Starvation, intense cold, debilitating heat, exhaustion, fear, regret and anger threaten to overwhelm him as he continues his journey.
Driven by the belief that his purpose in this life is to lose himself within the divine, Max continues his journey, experiencing intense love of and union with all of creation as his sense of self dissolves and union with the divine consciousness consumes him.
The Yoga of Max’s Discontent is Bajaj’s brilliant and riveting meditation on the quest for spiritual insight and transformation. I couldn’t put it down.
Bajaj’s giant-sized protagonist Max Pzoras, shaken by his mother’s untimely death from cancer at the age of forty-nine encounters Viveka, a scantily clad East Indian food-cart seller whose experience living among yogis 20,000 feet high in the Himalayas intrigues him. Driven to make sense of his life and to attain what Viveka explains as the “un-born, un-aging, un-ailing, sorrowless, and deathless state” of immortality Max begins to investigate such a journey.
When he learns of a South American yogi living high up in the Himalayas who teaches a method of yoga that leads to the end of suffering, Max impetuously leaves his job to seek this yogi.
Gripped already by Bajaj’s gift as a story teller, this reader avidly followed Max as he confronted ordeals and disappointments bound to shatter many a spiritual seeker. Despite his focused effort to reach Nirvana, Max remains endearingly human. He might be living as the student of the great yogi guru Ramakrishna, but he is beleaguered by guilt for having abandoned loved ones in order to pursue his own goals. Starvation, intense cold, debilitating heat, exhaustion, fear, regret and anger threaten to overwhelm him as he continues his journey.
Driven by the belief that his purpose in this life is to lose himself within the divine, Max continues his journey, experiencing intense love of and union with all of creation as his sense of self dissolves and union with the divine consciousness consumes him.
The Yoga of Max’s Discontent is Bajaj’s brilliant and riveting meditation on the quest for spiritual insight and transformation. I couldn’t put it down.
Monday, February 1, 2016
A Review: Dog Medicine: How a Dog Saved Me from Myself
Chances are most Americans know someone suffering with depression
or have grappled with it themselves. Julie Barton, a bright and talented young
woman on the cusp of a successful career in publishing, woke one morning on her
kitchen floor, the room filled with smoke from the meal she’d been preparing
the night before when she lost consciousness. Terrified, she crawled to the
phone and called her mother, convinced she’d had a nervous breakdown. Thus begins
Barton’s powerful depiction of the catastrophic depression that unraveled her
life until an adopted puppy called Bunker released the love that would
eventually help her heal. Behind Barton’s depression lurked memories of the
violent physical and verbal abuse to which her older brother subjected her and
which her parents failed to address. Convinced she was the stupid ugly loser he
said she was, she thought of herself in those terms and continually berated
herself with those words. Caring for Bunker, however, taught her to forgive and
trust herself. When a medical condition elicits a doctor’s suggestion to put
him down, Julie she asserts her belief in his life, obtaining for him costly surgery
to correct his bone deformities. In nursing Bunker to health, in saving Bunkers
life, in giving him a better life she achieved the strength to save herself. Dog
Medicine celebrates the reciprocal sharing that can occur between man and dog.
It’s an exquisite testimony to the power of that love to heal.
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