“A painter is someone who wipes the windowpane between the world and us with light, with a rag made of light, soaked in silence.” ~ Christian Bobin
“The secret and the sacred are sisters. When the secret is not respected, the sacred vanishes. Consequently, reflection should not shine too severe or aggressive a light on the world of the soul.” ~ John O’Donohue
“We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.” ~ E. M. Forster
Once I read that the Winter Solstice is, by some, called “Birth of Light”. So mote it be. See, I’m feeling my pagan Celtic roots today. Caught the Moon setting over the hill, still carrying the silver and brass rings She had been carrying throughout Her approach toward the horizon. Yeh, yeh, I know that this season is by many devoted to the Child of Light. I’m down with that. But I’m talking about the Moon here. Moonset was awesome. That’s all I’m saying. And now I gotta go to work. Regardless, it can still be a magical day. At Solstice the Veil between the wolds is quite thin. I welcome whoever might come through. I’m not picky. Not right now, anyway. As well as being “Birth of Light”, the Solstice is also when the Shadow is at it’s peak. I’ll not go into the yin-yang Circle of Life thingy for now. Instead I will close this brief post by mentioning my homeless friend. He’s an interesting man who is clearly beaten down and burned by the elements. Dirty and smelly, yet he seems to have a couple of changes of clothes, and he sometimes even looks a little stylish. He carries a little portable radio. That’s how I met him, when he came into the hardware store to purchase some AA batteries, to keep his music going. I opened up the device for him and installed the batteries. We became friends. He was back in for more batteries a few days ago. As he was putting them into his bag I noticed that he had a well-worn trade paperback book, under which he stashed the fresh pack of batteries: J. Krishnamurti. Imagine that. Krishnamurti. If you don’t know who the fella is click on the link. Krishnamurti advocated the need for a radical change in mankind. The image of my friend sitting in the weeds, reading Krishnamurti, is rich in irony, as I see it. The dude’s plight in life may seem tragic, but there is something there in the image that shows me that the Light of the human Spirit cannot be easily doused – if at all. If at all. Alluding to the opening quote here I can honestly say that my homeless friend’s clothes are ‘rags made of Light’. Yes.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.