Intentionality: Finale

Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head     2020 © Julia Haris

Hello friends,

Today’s finale wraps up ten weeks of winding through ‘Intentionality.’

I’m not certain that I’ll do a new series.  I had thought to take the next couple of weeks off, but there are 10 days until the election, so I’m still undecided.

I’m undecided about the entries or series I may do, not about my vote.

I‘ll stop in this Tuesday for our regular get together, and I’ll let you know how things are looking.

Today’s photos unexpectedly presented themselves to me this week, and the moments they gave were extraordinary. I was returning from a walk, I happened to look down, and this leaf perfectly bedazzled in liquid crystals pulled me into itself. I whipped out my phone and caught the magic. I’m captivated by the effect of the small, pooled rain drops on a fallen leaf — the drops create a natural microscope, an arbitrary intentionality, a testament to the beauty hidden in transitions.

Small crystalline testaments to transitions of all sorts: the seasons, our politics, our creative work, our relationships, our ways of looking at the world when we’re being transformed from the inside out.

A whispering testament inviting stillness.

As we move into Election Day, and beyond, and for this finale, I offer the following from the official Facebook page of Jetsunma Tenzin Palmo that was posted this week:

“”Even if someone says all sorts of derogatory things about me, and proclaims them throughout the universe [that means puts it on the internet], in return, out of loving-kindness, to extol that person’s qualities is the practice of a bodhisattva.”

Continuing to explore virtuous states of mind, from the 37 Practices of a Bodhisattva [in the above excerpt], Jetsunma has this to say, “If someone is saying something critical about us then the first thing to consider is whether or not it is true. Are they pointing out some hidden fault which we hadn’t noticed? In which case we can be grateful. Or, if it is totally untrue, so what? If it’s not true anyway one doesn’t need to keep defending oneself because the gossip will eventually disappear like dark clouds in the sky. In fact far from retaliating we are recommended, out of kindness, to extol that person’s qualities.

So when someone says something unkind about us, instead of returning that favor we speak everything we can think of that is good about that person, whatever truthfully are their good qualities. Not just pretending and over-inflating so that everyone knows really we are just gritting our teeth. But genuinely, out of loving kindness, from our good heart, we can appreciate that person’s good qualities. So instead of ending up as a battle, we can end the conflict by neutralizing it. If we have drunk poison we don’t administer another poison, instead we use an antidote.

The antidote to criticism would be to praise.

That response might also undermine their negativity because they are not expecting us to turn around and say nice things about them. So it might well be that when they get to hear about that they will start to change their opinion also. Then we can consider that although they might be difficult, still from my side I did not retaliate, I really tried to take that challenge on the path. I honestly aimed to think good things about that person since we all have good qualities as well as difficult ones and I tried to think and act as a genuine Dharma person should.

So prior to speaking nicely about that person we are cultivating our good thoughts about them, speaking from a mind of loving-kindness.”

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One doesn’t need to be a Buddhist to appreciate this teaching — and it resonates with the life and teachings of the Christ, as distinct from the culturally constructed Jesus.

It’s a teaching central to unearthing our authentic humanity, cultivating meaningful spiritual practices, and deeply connecting to Intentionality.

Finally, a friend sent me the link posted below this morning. Consider taking a moment or two to sink into its beauty.  Perhaps sink into it for the next ten days. Or perhaps longer:

Haudenosaunee Thanksgiving Address Greetings to the Natural World

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Water, Paper, Pavement.    2020 © Julia Haris

Interlude: Perception

Hello friends,

Today I’m offering a few quotes on perception that go along with this picture of my eye in direct sunlight. An odd photo, but I like it.

This is a modest entry before our final installment in the ‘Intentionality’ series, which you’re invited to join, here on Saturday.

Peace and be well.

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“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”  ― W.B. Yeats

“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.”  ― William Blake

“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.”   ― Aldous Huxley

“Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.”  ― Arthur Schopenhauer

“Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.”  ― Marcus Aurelius

“No one else has access to the world you carry around within yourself; you are its custodian and entrance. No one else can see the world the way you see it. No one else can feel your life the way you feel it. Thus it is impossible to ever compare two people because each stands on such different ground. When you compare yourself to others, you are inviting envy into your consciousness; it can be a dangerous and destructive guest.”  ― John O’Donohue

 

 

A Window To My Soul 2020 © Julia Haris

Intentionality IX

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Today is our penultimate episode, and I believe a few things will come together in unexpected ways.

What a pleasure it’s been to dip my toe into uncomfortable waters, that is, exploring intentionality — and the circling has been a gift during all things Covid19.

Unintentionally related — or, rather, unconsciously related — I’ve reframed my website byline. A small but bold step, as small steps can be both revelatory and reorienting: “Julia Harris: The Life Of Art, Reimagined.”

Today’s photo is of the maple tree in the corner of the property, a lovely creature, its limbs hang over the far corner of the upstairs porch. Taken this week, the brilliant, shimmering gold against the clear blue sky offered a stunning contrast. It wasn’t an easy shot, I had to hang part way out of the window while balancing  the phone in my right hand, as my left hung useless from a knife injury.

Not a shot for the balance challenged (read, accident prone), that is, me, but the golden waterfall wouldn’t let me go.

Art!

(Confession:: the Emerson quote graphic was pilfered from Google search. As it’s simple white on black with Emerson’s words, I took liberties. Thanks to the Source.)

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Gold Rush 2020 © Julia Haris

Interlude: Thank You

Hello friends,

We’ll enjoy our penultimate reflection on ‘Intentionality’ this Saturday.

I saw this poem by Jeanne Lohmann today, and I thought to share it.

Here’s a link to it and three other poems that should reorient your soul and steps, should you need a course change:  Selected Poems by Jeanne Lohmann

The poem is used without permission, though I’m assuming the late Ms. Lohmann would be pleased to have her work shared if properly attributed.

Today’s photo is from two years ago. I’ve posted it before — unframed — but it was popular then, and today it strangely fits the mood circling Maine, wet cold, winter nipping at our heels. Something in the black and white, the splash of autumn-like color. This is a sunflower moving toward Thanksgiving. (And, happy coincidence, dandelions are members of the sunflower family.)

Until,Saturday.

 

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To Say Nothing But Thank You

 

All day I try to say nothing but thank you,

breathe the syllables in and out with every step I

take through the rooms of my house and outside into

a profusion of shaggy-headed dandelions in the garden

where the tulips’ black stamens shake in their crimson cups.

 

I am saying thank you, yes, to this burgeoning spring

and to the cold wind of its changes. Gratitude comes easy

after a hot shower, when loosened muscles work,

when eyes and mind begin to clear and even unruly

hair combs into place.

 

Dialogue with the invisible can go on every minute,

and with surprising gaiety I am saying thank you as I

remember who I am, a woman learning to praise

something as small as dandelion petals floating on the

steaming surface of this bowl of vegetable soup,

my happy, savoring tongue.

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Fade To Black And White    2020 © Julia Haris

Intentionality VIII

Hello friends,

Today is the eighth in our ten part series on ‘Intentionality.’

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Today’s photos were taken with the KaleidaCam app, a simple, multi-effect app for kaleidoscope pics. Simple and free, with no ads. There’s one .99 cent add on for a Fibonacci effect.

Highly recommended — stay hungry, stay foolish, and keep playing.

Peace and safety to you dear light bearers and heart warmers.

KaleidaCam I 2020 © Julia Haris
KaleidaCam II 2020 © Julia Haris
KaleidaCam III 2020 © Julia Haris
KaleidaCam IV 2020 © Julia Haris
KaleidaCam V 2020 © Julia Haris
KaleidaCam VI 2020 © Julia Haris
KaleidaCam VII 2020 © Julia Haris

 

Interlude: Sunflower Sutra

Hello friends,

We’’l have the eighth installment in our ‘Intentionality’ series this upcoming Saturday.

Last weekend, I cut the head from my Titan sunflower. I’ve grown many sunflower cultivars, and not all have oversized seed-heavy heads. This season, though, I seeded my first Titan. It thrived, bolted into a thirteen-foot mammoth, then burst into glory until the single, stately flower reached its end. 

After all of the golden petals scattered, I reluctantly cut the head off. I thought as much of interesting black and white photos as the waiting seeds.

The weight and density of the head defies logic; the back looks and sounds and feels like a wax cast sculpture. This is majestic artifact that came into being in less than six months.

Trees take years to achieve this heft of being. Truly deep magic in these creatures.

As the growing season, and its sunflowers, ebb into winter’s nocturne, Ginsberg’s ‘Sunflower Sutra’ wound around in my mind as a celebration for today’s entry. Not until rereading Ginsberg’s poem did I realize what a happy creative coincidence my black and white photo edits were.

Until Saturday.

 

Sutra I 2020 © Julia Haris
Sutra II 2020 © Julia Haris
Sutra III 2020 © Julia Haris

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WordPress doesn’t seem to support proper alignment and spacing for much poetry — or at least I can’t figure it.  So to read, or reread, Ginsberg’s ‘Sunflower Sutra.’ click here.

To hear Ginsberg read it, here’s the YouTube video.

 

Intentionality VII

“Suffering is not enough. Life is both dreadful and wonderful. How can I smile when I am filled with so much sorrow? It is natural–you need to smile to your sorrow because you are more than your sorrow.”Thich Nhat Hanh

 

Hello friends,

Today is our seventh installment in a ten part series exploring intentionality.

Today’s entry unfolds in a quieter and softer manner than previous entries.  As collective anxiety escalates at a breakneck speed, let’s smile at the transformation we’re living in with a gentle patience.

I watched a three part documentary by historian Bettany Hughes this week, Genius Of The Ancient World..

Highest recommendations. Hughes’ narrative construction around three paradigm shifting philosophers — Socrates, Buddha, Confucius — is more relevant now than when it first aired in 2015. All three thinkers were birthed, so to speak, from the waters of profound, multilayered social chaos,  This chaos forced them to go deeper into examining what it means to be a fully realized human, each burrowing into unique inner discoveries as their outer worlds descended into greater and greater turmoil.

All three philosophers changed how we see the world and our place in it. Not because of academics, but thru rigorous personal practice, by radically examining the art of life, if you will.

In Hughes’ inspiring and sensitive construction, there are overlaps in many of their big ideas.

Hughes’ history is also compelling because we’re not being given a dry his-story of philosophy,  but a unique and meaningful narrative construction from a ‘female’ voice and perspective.

Each episode is one hour, and I believe you’ll find they compliment our ‘Intentionality’ series in evocative and meaningful ways.

Here’s the link to the Thich Nhat Hahn essay mentioned in the podcast: Suffering Is Not Enough by Thich Nhat Hanh. 

 

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This week’s photo is from the garden, about two weeks ago; there are well over a dozen flowers now gracing this plant.

I’m Coming Up 2020 © Julia Haris

Interlude: The Story Of A Sunflower II

Hello Friends,

Some of you may remember my entry The Story Of A Sunflower.

I’ve completed my lotuses and thought I’d share them for today’s entry.

They’re on their way to the Rubin this week.

I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to have the golden dust from a sunflower in my Maine garden finding its way into a New York museum exhibit.

Transformations, indeed.

If you’d like to make your own lotuses, there’s still time — the exhibit is open for all submissions and ongoing until January. More information can be found here: The Lotus Effect

I look forward to spending time with you this Saturday.

Until then, peace and sunflowers.

(The photo with the Roy quote was taken a couple of weeks ago from down the road.)

Photo: Down Bt The River 2020 © Julia Haris

Intentionality VI

 

Hello friends,

Today is the first time I’ve been a full day late with an entry — but as you’re a generous and small group, I trusted that you knew I wouldn’t be a no-show.

Yesterday was a glorious autumn day here in Maine, incomparable. I wasted not a minute in soaking in the sun’s mild warmth, luxuriating in the opening of foliage fanfare, breathing in air from the clear blue skies, and reverencing my body’s health with a long walk while grooving to Santana’s mystical musical magic. It was a singular day.  As I wrote yesterday:

Perfect blue sky, the trees dopple fires of orange and yellow and red on the skyline. I could paint the world these colors, and then stumble into another world and do it all over again.

It was a surrender to the moment’s gifts in a world that’s screaming and yelling at us to be afraid, be discouraged, be overwhelmed.

Not today fear, and not for myself, but for the love of and for Everything.

But by four, after flu shot, errands, work in the garden, and the various details that punctuate our days, I decided to comfortably sink into myself. This quote serendipitously appeared in my Facebook feed, and it was what I went with:

You must have a place to which you can go, in your heart, your mind, or your house, where you do not owe anyone, and where no one owes you – a place that simply allows for the blossoming of something new and promising. — Joseph Campbell

Today’s hat photo is my first birthday gift, from a devoted fan. (I still can’t believe I have fandom — it’s all too much.) So shout out and huge thanks to my dear generous friend who graciously gave me what I said I wanted when I saw this hat online. Not only did its perfectly timed arrival make my heart explode into a million luminescent pieces, but it’s also perfect protection from the sun, better than sunglasses.

The photos below are from this week, the trees once again reminding us that surrender is a beautiful act.

I hope you’ll join us in this week’s space; I think it’s going to be special.

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Ruby Today  2020 © Julia Haris
The Front Yard 2020 © Julia Haris
Royal Robe  2020 © Julia Haris
Renewal 2020 © Julia Haris

Interlude: The Equinox Edition

Photo free to use by Henry & Co. on Unsplash.com.


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Hello friends,

This morning at about 9:30 a.m. eastern time, the autumn equinox arrived.

The relative balance of light and dark, though the world may not seem like it’s in a balancing act these days. To honor this uncommon equinox, I’m offering an impromptu meditation, because there’s material  that’s given itself for one on this Holy Day.

I believe that during these days, Love’s inviting us into a deep burrowing into itself, as it unfolds itself in new ways, new Epiphanies.

We’re creating the trust and playfulness of creation, born from our inner worlds and knowing. The space of deep Intention.

You’re welcome to join the mediation.

Please contact me if you’re enjoying this space; I have more ideas waiting.

Onward.

Peace and play.

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An excerpt of the Rohr email read in the reflection. The email in its entirety can be read in the following link, and it’s worth your time:  Some simple but urgent guidance to get us through these next months.

From the letter:

“ . . . . All else is tearing us apart, inside and out, no matter who wins the election or who is on the Supreme Court. We cannot abide in such a place for any length of time or it will become our prison.

God cannot abide with us in a place of fear.
God cannot abide with us in a place of ill will or hatred.
God cannot abide with us inside a nonstop volley of claim and counterclaim.
God cannot abide with us in an endless flow of online punditry and analysis.
God cannot speak inside of so much angry noise and conscious deceit.
God cannot be found when all sides are so far from “the Falconer.”
God cannot be born except in a womb of Love.
So offer God that womb.

Stand as a sentry at the door of your senses for these coming months, so “the blood-dimmed tide” cannot make its way into your soul.

If you allow it for too long, it will become who you are, and you will no longer have natural access to the “really deep well” that Etty Hillesum returned to so often and that held so much vitality and freedom for her.

If you will allow, I recommend for your spiritual practice for the next four months that you impose a moratorium on exactly how much news you are subject to—hopefully not more than an hour a day of television, social media, internet news, magazine and newspaper commentary, and/or political discussions. It will only tear you apart and pull you into the dualistic world of opinion and counter-opinion, not Divine Truth, which is always found in a bigger place.

Instead, I suggest that you use this time for some form of public service, volunteerism, mystical reading from the masters, prayer—or, preferably, all of the above.

        You have much to gain now and nothing to lose. Nothing at all.
And the world—with you as a stable center—has nothing to lose.
And everything to gain. 


Richard Rohr, September 19, 2020”