Monthly Archives: March 2015

Nimrud. Where Agatha Christie and her husband Max Mallowan once did archeological digs. Killer-dopes have taken bulldozers and sledgehammers to. That place and other UNESCO heritage sites. With absolutely no qualms about mindlessly destroying centuries of mid-eastern culture and history. … Continue reading →

(Northern flicker, backyard fence) (owl ice sculpture, Strathcona festival, 2011) -shovelling snow -doing Christmas-lights drives, in the context of Nature -occasionally solitary weekend-walking at U of A -walking around Hawrelak Park on melting days, feeding chickadees, nuthatches -squeezing in a … Continue reading →

“There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a sea are we now afloat, … Continue reading →

except through death or, while living, via extended time contemplating. In those rich, deep, privileged, thought-full moments, individuals learn the wisdom of letting go and accepting from meditative moments of the dissolving cherished ego. That which is likewise suppressed by the dancing … Continue reading →

“History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.”–James Joyce, Ulysses …………………………… (above: found object installation by RD)

(living limitedly and the same, one random, homogenized, ‘pig-piling’ example re. cars–identical-colored rental cars, January, 2011, parking lot of Frank Lloyd Wright’s Taliesin West, Scottsdale, Arizona) Many Westerners choose to live life in chains, often as slaves to chasing money and materialism, … Continue reading →

“A sacred place is any space that is set apart from the usual context of life. Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again.”–Joseph Campbell -1- Over and over great green waves pound and crash on … Continue reading →

“God is in the detail/s.”–Gustave Flaubert, “The bien Dieu est dans le detail.” Moments of being are those more elusive transitory times when one is especially aware of the sublime pleasure and excitement of a given moment, and how it … Continue reading →

Many poets and writers have speculated that life is largely but a dream or dream-like state. In The Tempest, Shakespeare writes “We are such stuff/As dreams are made on; and our little life/Is rounded with a sleep.” We spend one-third … Continue reading →