Monday, 8th July, 2024
-
Can’t seem to finish a blogpost. Can’t seem to find a voice. Can’t seem to articulate complicated ideas. Just think I am not so literate and articulate. Both with writing and spoken word. Hope to get a lot better at this.
-
Reading a lot, and thinking a lot, but struggling to know what to do with it all.
-
Planning moon viewing for this year’s harvest moon; inspired by tsukimi. I see a need for a grass roots environment where deep ecology, theology and spiritualism can be explored through literature and the arts. A moment of actual togetherness. A space to use our intellectual and creative assets to help us to build a positive relationship to all life, a sense of deep ecology. A place to read aloud, to write, to find freedom in poetry, creativity and self expression. A moment to feel a part of the bigger picture. A break from the city and from society and from the constructs of today’s world. A return to something primal; of what are we, and what we have always been. A moment not to be locked into our tracks, but to move freely from them. A place without work and phones and to-do lists. A place of togetherness. A place to be truly human again. To feel, and to feel safe to feel. A place to feel encouraged to explore how you feel and what you think. A relationship to nature; and a relationship to the wander of nature. Spirituality, and the human condition. Something that can be found in the written and oral expressions of the ancient cultures that came before us; from earliest civilisations of humankind, through the eons and eras of cultural development; from BashÅ, to Nanao Sakaki. Something that can be found today in the voices of this fractured, industrialised world, a world crippled in it’s place. In the voices of Thomas Berry, Gary Snyder, Jaime de Angulo, Susan Griffin, Joanne Kyger; of Alan Watts, Kenneth Rexroth, Rachel Carson, Philip Whalen. Of Michael Corr’s woodcuts and the ragas of Robbie Basho. Of all expressions of intensity of existence. Of transcendence. Of transportation back to the self. A space to eat and drink the miracles of the earth. The fruit and greenery. The rice, the grape, the soybean. The results of our working with nature and not against her. The richness of this. A moment in time to dedicate to the moon; to the harvest moon, to the might of the moon. To it’s mystic grace. To its caretaking of us and the Earth. A moment to dedicate to one another. To our togetherness. A moment to dedicate to ourselves; our oneness and uniqueness and the purity of our value; of our place in this big picture. As the only group of atoms that can understand a group of atoms. To share all of these moments, these dedications, with one another. To realise in our aloneness, that we are not at all alone.
Harvest moon - September 17, 2024.
Viewing location to come.
