Archive | August 2009

Picture Perfect : Quirky


Two perfectly normal tomatoes from my garden.  I am probably the quirky one for growing some twelve different varieties.  Who decides what is the norm, what is quirky?  Isn’t quirky just an aspect of creativity?  Wondering what this word would be in French, I checked my bilingual dictionary—it said “excentrique”.  Out from the center.  Picturing a target with lots of holes around the middle and more sparsely distributed towards the edges.  Then for some quirky reason I think–and the universe?  The Creator makes new suns all the time.  Maybe there are some we would find quirky?

Quirks and quarks and quickening.  Let’s move from a belly-button focus towards the heart, giving life to our spiritual nature, radiating universal love.

 

“The brother kisses My Lip (when he) kisses the lip of man, the lip (from which) the pus (or) the worm comes out (and) the lip (which) conceals the fishing-hook (alike) ; the brother kisses (them)(because from) the manure the garden comes out.
My Eye does not see My Foot ;
(from) My Hand to My Hand
I run ;
the wind wears away a thousand mountains,
I am not back yet ;
I
bear Mikal (away).
(The day) the sun (is scattered like) feathers of pavo
I
(still) run (and meantime) I make a thousand (new) suns.”

The Revelation of Arès XXII/8-12

 

 

For more entries on the theme of quirky, go to Picture Perfect.

What is this reptile-type thing?


I saw this out by the garage a short while ago.  It is about 6 inches long.  Does anyone know what it might be?  You can click on the image to see it better.

Picture Perfect : Liquid


The sea along the western coast of Brittany yesterday afternoon

 

“My Shout set the billows heaving off Gennesaret, but the multitude that was listening to Me remained seated.
It would have been better for them not to recognize My Voice,
but to rise as the waves of the sea,
as the deaf obstinate waves rushing at the (ridge of) rock that bars their way ;
(so) they would have defeated sin, abomination as high as a cliff.
But the multitude that was listening to Me remained seated with their rulers and priests.
I
have waited (for them to rise),
and now
I rise instead of them.”

The Revelation of Arès 28/11b-12

For more entries on the theme of liquid, go to Picture Perfect.

Random Thoughts and Notes iii


Sometimes the gardener wonders what happens to plants…

 

One night I woke up and looked at the clock; it was 23:41.  Oh, I thought, it’s still yesterday.


How can bath towels get stinky when they are only used to dry a clean body?


I did a good job washing my car, even the bits you tell a boy to do in case his date wears a dress.  I don’t know if my friends will be wearing dresses, but we have signed up for an outdoor watercolour workshop tomorrow.  I wanted the car to be at least halfway decent.


There are phrases that are commonplace, yet I wonder do we really hear what we are saying?  Like “war crimes”—is there a part of war that isn’t a crime?  “Rules of engagement, laws of war”—OK, we’ve decided we’re going to do horrible things, but not too horrible, you know, there’s a limit to our horribility, let’s say we can kill this way, but not that way, and these ones but not those ones, hey!–you broke the rules!

Who are we fooling?  Am I the only one that sees this as blatant lying?

A Blueberry

Wanna’ share a blueberry?

We did. 

P.S. I have big hands.

Picture Perfect : Shiny


Shiny for me today is wet paint.

 

I found myself in a room of blinding whiteness wondering how we can think, could ever have thought, that the shedding of blood could bring purity, peace.

 

For more entries on the theme of shiny, go to Picture Perfect.

 

I took this with my left hand (non-dominant) and cropped some because I wanted more of a square shape.

Security Malfunction

My burglar alarm keeps getting turned off.


There, that’s better.

You may or may not recognize our front door here.

I couldn’t figure out why the camera was doing a 12 second exposure, then it went up to 13 and I realized it had stayed on the video setting (not shown).  Then it occurred to me that holding the camera at arm’s length was a good way to get a blurry picture (shown) so I got out the tripod but it was too low so I put it on a chair but that was wobbly and very difficult to adjust.  Finally I got up on the chair myself.  Why didn’t I think of that in the first place!

One can find lessons in everything.  Here I reflect that some of my settings probably need changed, that it is not instantaneously we find solutions, but need to keep trying, experimenting, working to change ourselves and build a better world.

Glad I Make Bread

Do you see anything strange about this photo of a box of a cracker-type product ?  Here is the translation:

Special Bread
TOASTED
Wheat 

rich in cereals

This is something we keep on hand for when we run out of bread or to make chapelure  which is ground dry bread crumbs (we rarely have any dry old bread).  I am making bread today so this was out at lunch just in case as there was only a crust of bread left.  My husband pointed out to me the label “riche en céréales”.  Isn’t bread mainly cereal more or less by definition?  What percentage is considered rich?  I started worrying what else is in there, could it be there is only 30% cereal or some such thing?  I read the label which informed me that 100.5 grams of flour had been used for 100 grams of finished product.  I guess some of that was water which evaporated.  When I continued down the list which I was surprised to see so long, I found palm oil and glucose-fructose wheat syrup. 

 

As I shaped the loaves of bread, putting them into the pans for the second rise, my husband said I should make a video of that sometime as there was something he liked about that movement of my hands.  Why don’t you go ahead and do that now?  I asked, and he did.  So here you have 30 seconds of kitchen counter action.  (if I can get the clip to embed, the link is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5G80-NRM73Y   )


Meanwhile, don’t forget about the bread of Life, our spiritual nourishment.  As we eat our bread, may we be conscious of the need to be and do good, to activate the sourdough within, raising our conscience.

Picture Perfect : Contrast

I went out in the garden to see if I could find any contrast.  It’s not easy to get contrast without light.  The skies have been overcast.


Fortunately there are some white flowers with flowing lines which contrast with the mineral of the stones and roof, their straight lines and darkness.

Lack of contrast is a problem for me in my art work.  I want it all to blend harmoniously, that no one can see I put a line there.  It’s a kind of fear, like standing out in a crowd.

We also fear the contrast of others’ ideas with our own.

Should the light of truth shine upon our illusions, it is such a contrast we would often rather cover our eyes than see it.

 

“Among the puny the least puny ones are the athletes; the least foolish man is the wise man among the foolish; but, when the Strong one, the Enlightened one, goes into their houses, their athletes and their wise men find out their shame and cry out, ‘May the Eagle let the mole reign amid its fellow moles! May He have Heaven for Himself and leave the earth for us! We do not mind His Shout Which crosses the mountains. It is not audible in the far end of our burrows ! ’ ”  The Revelation of Arès 23/2

 

I hope to see a sharp contrast between the world of today and tomorrow.  Turn up the goodness button!

For more entries on the theme of contrast, go to Picture Perfect.

Does Dr. Seuss Make House Calls ?

It was one of those days where in spite of all there is to do, I didn’t feel like doing any of it, but I did some just the same, a bit of dry wall, pulled two weeds, threw a salad of left-overs together for lunch.

Like one of those Rube Goldberg set-ups, something went off and I decided to make green crêpes for supper.


I whizzed up 3 chard leaves in the blender with one cup of water, then used this as part of the usual liquid for my buckwheat crêpes.  I wasn’t sure how they would spread, thinking the granulométrie of the chard might make bumps, but no, all went well.  We did find them to be more nourishing than usual.






With grated cheese.














I wondered to myself how the extra would be for breakfast with butter and jam and then my husband had one with orange marmalade.  I’m not too big on orange. 

How is it?  I asked. 

Very good, he said.  You know Americans like aigre-doux. 

So do Chinese, I replied, thinking of sweet and sour soup.  (Some French people do not like to mix sweet and savoury.)

Just a minute while I take a picture—a man could get hungry with a wife who blogs.