tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post2030779216244322672..comments2023-05-04T05:44:17.603-04:00Comments on washed stones: the wind teachesRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-63938629027139866142013-11-14T04:22:13.860-05:002013-11-14T04:22:13.860-05:00Nelson, you did check it out! Beyond what came to ...Nelson, you did check it out! Beyond what came to me in meditation of the spirit. Thank you.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-43873598038518474762013-11-14T04:04:49.612-05:002013-11-14T04:04:49.612-05:00Mine is a small gift to you, Roger, in response to...Mine is a small gift to you, Roger, in response to the boundless care and devotion of your land art, which is far more than art. It is love via imagination, labor and earth's fruits. Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-67432857188706630552013-11-14T04:01:19.296-05:002013-11-14T04:01:19.296-05:00Thank you, Sandy. It is small, but it points to so...Thank you, Sandy. It is small, but it points to something larger.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-48477691356927486772013-11-14T04:00:31.782-05:002013-11-14T04:00:31.782-05:00As you daily testify, Brendan. It's good to se...As you daily testify, Brendan. It's good to see you again.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-9541862207126807442013-11-14T03:57:21.576-05:002013-11-14T03:57:21.576-05:00All that you said, yes. When I have moments of uni...All that you said, yes. When I have moments of union, really feeling it, it is bliss. Thank you.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-68974221077863458402013-11-14T03:14:13.101-05:002013-11-14T03:14:13.101-05:00Votre poème est présenté dès aujourd'hui sur m...Votre poème est présenté dès aujourd'hui sur mon blog LE CHEMIN DES GRANDS JARDIN . Mille fois merci pour ce très beau cadeau.<br />RogerLE CHEMIN DES GRANDS JARDINShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04692507137734264498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-80603501222729098552013-11-11T09:19:30.863-05:002013-11-11T09:19:30.863-05:00Quelle délicieuse et délicate surprise, Ruth, que ...Quelle délicieuse et délicate surprise, Ruth, que ce poème. Il me touche beaucoup et je le publierai sur mon blog prochainement.<br />Je vous embrasse bien amicalement.<br /><br />RogerLE CHEMIN DES GRANDS JARDINShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04692507137734264498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-35818953228588395612013-11-10T20:45:55.626-05:002013-11-10T20:45:55.626-05:00How beautifully descriptive this is!How beautifully descriptive this is!sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03307968128182359860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-7735328186485241212013-11-09T16:55:11.458-05:002013-11-09T16:55:11.458-05:00The wind keeps teaching, that's the point, if ...The wind keeps teaching, that's the point, if we keep listening ... and writing what we hear down.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-31103112678118629202013-11-08T13:25:09.742-05:002013-11-08T13:25:09.742-05:00who would think of raindrops as having frames/boun...who would think of raindrops as having frames/boundaries? "The air frames all of us" you write, "and we frame it." So true. But those drops, that water, framed until they blend together, pooling on your face, the ground, wherever, become an ocean, water without boundaries…as perhaps we all would, if we would loose/lose our boundaries of Self and Other and become as one with the world.<br />Thank you for this. It is beautiful.dshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07616750784052488695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-37185382830758313422013-11-08T12:03:38.665-05:002013-11-08T12:03:38.665-05:00Ruth,
Your word "unframe" captures my ...Ruth, <br /><br />Your word "unframe" captures my imagination. I checked it out. Wow! The wind teaches us to (?) take down, break apart, destroy our frameworks. Indeed, extreme winds do just this. Thoroughly. And more, such winds come with more than ample rain, water raised from the ocean.<br /><br />In the end methinks that you are asking us to feel the water. To allow ourselves to be washed. To let our structures and boundaries be dissolved.<br /><br />Thank you, Ruthie, for this opportunity to let my imagination run a bit.Nelsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16749338478275015984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-27350327509868595352013-11-08T05:27:35.453-05:002013-11-08T05:27:35.453-05:00Amanda, thank you for responding, you who know how...Amanda, thank you for responding, you who know how long stone lasts ... and yet, and yet.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-4156771048413120602013-11-08T05:26:43.017-05:002013-11-08T05:26:43.017-05:00This is true, Rosaria. It's what we are, and w...This is true, Rosaria. It's what we are, and what we do with what we are. xoRuthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-5920250140738347702013-11-07T18:27:11.618-05:002013-11-07T18:27:11.618-05:00I'm so happy to read this poem, Ruth, and your...I'm so happy to read this poem, Ruth, and your comment about the evanescence and - as Robert states, porosity - of the boundaries that exist between the seemingly concrete frames of our world. Boundaries that, in the end, really only exist in our mind's eye. Amanda Summerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00942636545948440422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-39852646442189247272013-11-07T13:13:01.831-05:002013-11-07T13:13:01.831-05:00Being and Artfulness.Being and Artfulness.Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-29881124329635097862013-11-07T04:53:01.298-05:002013-11-07T04:53:01.298-05:00You have followed your heart on so many levels, Bo...You have followed your heart on so many levels, Boots. xoxoRuthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-67552541794215181412013-11-07T04:50:12.083-05:002013-11-07T04:50:12.083-05:00Robert, when I'm at my best, I feel the permea...Robert, when I'm at my best, I feel the permeability of all boundaries.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-47026122889357719572013-11-07T03:17:16.682-05:002013-11-07T03:17:16.682-05:00I think you may have just helped me pinpoint why I...I think you may have just helped me pinpoint why I love the Dutch weather so much, Ruth! Wind and rain course through my veins all year 'round....Ginnie Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14014434422568561157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-39625130818654716832013-11-06T14:00:54.659-05:002013-11-06T14:00:54.659-05:00Inside, outside the frame... one and the same... ...Inside, outside the frame... one and the same... and all frames are porous.The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252398034468872629.post-2542781584822531022013-11-06T08:38:25.211-05:002013-11-06T08:38:25.211-05:00The more I try to reason with this, the more it sl...The more I try to reason with this, the more it slips away. It is not reason that gives me, or defines, this experience. The feeling I had in the rain this morning was that it brought me the ocean. That was the beginning (or was it the end?). The beginning of this meditation. I am in the ocean, the ocean is in me. The ocean is framed by the shore, the ocean frames the shore. The air frames all of us, all being, and we frame it. What is frame and what is object?<br /><br />This was prompted out of Roger's beautiful, simple, intricate efforts to create art out of the earth's stores, on the earth, in water. I honor him, though my effort is just so small.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.com