Entering the Void with the Eyes Open

All memorable events, I should say, transpire in the morning time and in  a morning atmosphere. The Vedas say, ‘All intelligences awake with the morning.’ Poetry and art, and the fairest and most memorable actions of men, date from such an hour. All poets and heroes, like Memnon, are the children of Aurora, and emit their music at sunrise. To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual awakening. It matters not what the clocks say or the attitudes and labors of men. Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me. Moral reform is an effort to throw off sleep. Why is it that men give so poor an account of their day if they have not been slumbering? They are not such poor calculators. If they had not been overcome with drowsiness they would have performed something. They millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enough for effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred millions to a poetic or divine life. To be awake is to be alive…

We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts. Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour.

— Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Atlantic Dawn (May 12, 2012, 6:25 am, Edisto Island, SC)

Earth Turns Into Gold

Birches at Equinox (Sept 22, 2012, 3:25 pm, Anchorage, AK)
Crabapple Leaves on Deck (Sept 28, 2012, 10:59 am, Anchorage, AK)

When grace strikes, earth turns into gold,

The common stone is charged with alchemy.

Look, the bliss I sought for years and years,

Now flashes upon my sight.

There in a temple wombed in earth,

I’ve seen a gem, and cast my past behind me forever.


Unimaginable, the the light in the eye.

Indescribable, the ring in the ear.

Incomparable, the taste on the tongue.

Immeasurable, the peace of the inconceivable sushumna nadi.


Everywhere you’ll find him in the tiniest particles of dust,

In the hard wood or a tender blade of grass.

He is everywhere,

The subtle, the imperishable,

The unchanging Lord.

— Allama Prabhu

Across the Street (Sept 22, 2012, 6:44 pm, Anchorage, AK)

Art in the Making: Entering the Void with the Eyes Open 15

“The Summer’s Life Has Yielded Itself Into My Keeping.” –Rudolf Steiner

This drawing was done over a time period of perhaps ten days– as a result, the season had moved along its trajectory towards fall from the beginning to the end of the drawing period.

I decided to begin with drawing part of the Sitka rose hedge close up, and was sitting on the grass doing so, when a dragonfly flew by really close and landed on the mailbox. It was a sure sign he wanted to be in the drawing. He dutifully remained on the mailbox and allowed me to take several pictures, which I used to help me render him accurately in the drawing.

I had not been certain about the background, but I finally settled on the hedge itself so that the circle is kind of like a magnifying glass. The Steiner verse conveys my inner feeling about this time of year. I do feel that summer is being pulled to the inside of myself.

The energy is definitely pulling itself from the skies into the earth, and this is conveyed in the drawing. I didn’t plan it this way, but it the drawing process reveals this. I wanted to use words in this final drawing, and the words from Steiner’s The Calendar of the Soul for the Twenty Third Week (the week I began the drawing) were perfect:

There dims in damp autumnal air

The senses’ luring magic;

The light’s revealing radiance

Is dulled by hazy veils of mist.

In distances around me I can see

The autumn’s winter sleep;

The summer’s life has yielded

Itself into my keeping.

At the bottom of the picture, little “beings” came forth. They seemed to be saying that they were now going underground, so “goodbye” until next summer!


Autumn Equinox

I can belong now to myself

And shining spread my inner light

Into the dark of space and time.

Toward sleep is urging all creation,

But inmost soul must stay awake

And carry wakefully sun’s glowing

Into the winter’s icy flowing.

–Rudolf Steiner, The Calendar of the Soul, Twenty-fifth Week (September 22-28)

Geese/Autumn Equinox (Sept 22, 2012, 6:45 pm, Anchorage, AK)
Autumn Equinox (Sept 22, 2012, 3:26 pm, Anchorage, AK)


Fall Equinox at Loughcrew, County Meath, Ireland

Dawn, 22nd September 2012, the chamber within Cairn T on Slíabh na Callaighe, Loughcrew, Co. Meath, Ireland.Today is the Autumnal Equinox – the half way point between the solstices and the time of year when the position of the sun at sunset and sunrise changes as its most rapid pace. This morning, well before dawn, a crowd gathered on the top of the central hill at the Loughcrew megalithic complex, a passage tomb cemetery built in late stone age. At dawn on the equinox the rays of the rising sun shine directly into the very back chamber of the largest passage tomb, illuminating some extraordinary megalithic art carved roughly 5,000 thousand years ago by Ireland’s first farming communities, people possessing only stone and organic tools. These passage tombs are among Ireland’s earliest surviving buildings.

— “Shadows and Stone” on Facebook


Any drop of water inside my body could have been ocean, cloud, river, or spring the day before. I remind myself of this fact when the bonds of daily life squeeze too tight.
– Deepak Chopra (Thanks to Kendra Kinsey for this quote.)
Park Strip (September 15, 2012, 3:04 pm, Anchorage, AK)