Only a Finger Click Away
There is so much I want to write today. Lily and I have been both laid up with bum hips. Today we are more in the area of recovery than the days before. It would seem when laid up that there would be more time to write, but has not seemed to be the case. There has been more time to sleep and cuddle and somehow in what could seem like long days they sped disappearing into the night far faster than I expected.
This morning meandering through my emails, I came across National Geographics’s 57 Best Pictures of the Year. I began to scan through them and knew I want to post them for everyone to see.
“What is behind this urge?” I pondered.
With that thought, my fingers hit the keys. In these 57 pictures is a broad spectrum of activity happening on the planet. As I scrolled through them, I went from the awe of our natural world, to the preciousness of a man feeding large elk, to the horror of what human beings do to each other, to the stillness of worship of a tree that holds the divinity of a goddess. I breathed new memories of childhood when the poses of young women, and marveled that the world cowboys still exist. I visited other countries watching a man sweep the floor of his home with no walls or a ceiling. I traveled underwater with the penguins, huddled with the monkeys from the chill, and stared out of reptilian eyes at the world around me. I wept at the death of a mountain lion, still wondering why a man finds so much satisfaction in the death of an animal. I was stunned by the man climbing higher than the eye can see to get honey from a hive. Where did all the massive birds two stories high go? My Indian blanket from Tucumcari in New Mexico felt warmer as I watched a young girl work to warm her There is so much I want to write today.
Lily and I have been both laid up with bum hips. Today we are more in the area of recovery than the days before.
You would think that when laid up there would be more time to write, but that has not seemed to be the case. There has been more time to sleep and cuddle and somehow, in what could seem like long days, the days sped through light and shadow disappearing into the night far faster than I expected.
This morning meandering through my emails, I came across National Geographics’s 57 Best Picture of the Year. I began to scan through them and knew I want to post them for everyone to see.
“What is behind this urge?” I pondered.
With that thought, my fingers hit the keys.
In these 57 pictures is a broad spectrum of activity happening on the planet. As I scrolled through them, I went from the awe of our natural world to the preciousness of a man feeding large elk, to the horror of what human beings do to each other, to the stillness of worship of a tree that holds the divinity of a goddess.
I pulled Lily up closer to me and bunched the pillows up for comfort and clicked the > to the next photo.
I breathed new memories of childhood in the poses of young women and marveled that the world of cowboys still exists.
I visited another country as I watch a man sweep the floor of his home with no walls or a ceiling. I traveled underwater with the penguins, huddled with the monkeys from the chill, and stared out of reptilian eyes at the world around me.
I wept at the death of a mountain lion, still wondering why a man can find so much satisfaction in the death of an animal.
Then I was stunned to see a man climbing higher than the eye can see to get honey from a hive.
Where did all the massive birds two stories high go?
My Indian blanket from Tucumcari in New Mexico felt warmer as I watched a young girl work to warm herself by a new stove that would keep her safe from the dangerous old open fire that blackened the walls around her.
As I scrolled through, my room changed its darkness being invaded by early morning light to being outdoors in the jungle with a ten-month-old jaguar to a chalked street with mediums laying with their heads forming a circle around a man they intended to heal of kidney disease.
The air around me went from oceanic to hot and arid in India. As the pictures clicked by the sentient nature of me opened me up into imagination, sensitivity, and sensation.
Humans relating to animals with kindness and others with destruction. One young boy with a skateboard and another with two high powered rifles.
On and on it went.
My bed was gone. My room disappeared.
Barely feeling Lily as she adjusted herself hip beside mine.
Life poured through my optic nerve feeding and filling the neural pathways of my brain.
Health, family, relationship, community, sports, prison, worship, land and sea animals, birds and bees, addiction, crime, people living simple lives and people whose lives were hijacked by greed.
Without realizing it, I was suddenly no longer limited to my room and my bed. I was free to wander the globe and be in and with other sentient natures.
I could face things in the images that I would probably never have to live.
The images grew me, matured me, evoked compassion, rage, love, tenderness, and beauty.
I realized that I did not have to go anywhere or do anything special to find life.
In our digital world, it is only a finger click away.
You can view the 57 pictures here.
In the Cellular Activations, we increase our capacity to experience the awesome and sometimes difficult activity of life at a cellular level. Join me.
Date & Time: Wednesday, December 13th, 5-6:30 PM PST
