Liquid Diamonds

During the night I could hear another wind change  … and I was wondering what it might bring – and this morning early I saw it … the wind brought clouds which brought liquid diamonds.
 And the air is fragrant again here in the garden – Love it. And am so very grateful for those few drops of “Nass” – of moisture and wet air.
 It also reminded be living in times of the monsoon …
 And speaking of the monsoon – a few days ago I found an old journal, written in 1987 when I lived in India. All the heat, dust and fragrance of that ancient land seemed to rush out of those pages onto the here-and-now of California in the 2010’s
Within the journal were also several pages of handwritten quotes – here are a few I’d like to share with you along with more images of the liquid diamonds…
 “TO know someone here or there with whom you can feel there is an understanding, in spite of distances or thoughts unexpressed, that can make of this earth a garden.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
 “Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art.” Leonardo da Vinci

Be patient towards all that is unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves.” Rainer Maria Rilke
 “Education is not filling a bucket but lighting a fire.” W.B.Yeats
 “Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.” Shakespeare
 “We can be knowledgeable with another man’s knowledge, but we cannot be wise with another man’s wisdom.” M.DeMontaigne
 “A man who has attained mastery of an art reveals it in his every action.” (C.R.b.W. = can’t remember by whom”

It has been a very tender and evocative day – and now I watch how the rain clouds move east – hopefully releasing more moisture onto California soil…

Serene and Restful Labour Day to you …

Morning Glory - September 1, 2014

Morning Glory – Sept 1, 2014

By Kahlil Gibran – The Prophet – “Work”

“Then a ploughman said, “Speak to us of Work.”

And he answered, saying:

You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.

Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.

But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth’s furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,

And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,

And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret….”

to read the complete text:

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Orvieto – 2009 – Catedrale -Detail of door entrance

One of my favorite lines of his writings on Work are these:

And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Work is love made visible.


Porto – 2014 – Silver platter in museum of Catedrale

And it was in the past few weeks that my attention was turned again onto the topic of work and vocation. And again I am listening for these fine threads that life weaves, for me to finally see – again – and ask: what am I summoned to do? to be?

Or in the words of one of my favorite Jungian authors, James Hollis, who wrote in his most recent book “HAUNTINGS” in the preface: “ Such engagements with mystery are what life calls us to. It is not what we want but what life, apparently, wants of us.”

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Morning view while enjoying a cup of good caffe’ with hot milk

 For more books by James Hollis:

kind gift from friends who brought this back from Istanbul/Turkey

kind gift from friends who brought this back from Istanbul/Turkey