enveloped, or: the buddha beyond the closed gate

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Interesting photo theme this week: “Enveloped”. it made me go and look for that buddha park photo i once took. the walkway is closed, but i peeked through the closed gate, and then took the photo, longing to be able to walk there.  (Interesting, too, how passages that are closed immediately feel more attractive.)

And a quote:

“Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.”
Virginia Woolf

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Here’s the stream of “Enveloped” photos + the call: photo challenge “Enveloped”

forces of nature: earth, wind, fire & patience

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This is the place that reminds me most of the basic forces of nature – a place of vulcanoes, and of fire and water: the Timanfaya National Park of Lanzarote island. The roads there lead through lava fields. And those hills: yes, they are vulcanoes.

Here’s another view, this is the shoreline: lava meeting water.

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More moments and notes from Lanzarote: life as a journey/Lanzarote

And a quote, about the force of nature that maybe is the strongest:

“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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In response to the current photo theme “Forces of Nature”.
Here’s the stream of “Forces of Nature” photos + the call: photo challenge “Forces of Nature”

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/forces-of-nature/

Intricate, or: the world in a grain of sand

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Sand mandalas: I had seen pictures of them, but seeing one right in the process of its making was special – this realization that it is a lot about the process, that the work itself, the placing of one sand corn after the other is the real point of it.

It also took a bit to understand the process – first I thought, the golden cups on the shelf beyond the mandala table are candles. But they are sand pots:

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Turns out, the sand is applied with the help of wooden tubes, which are vibrated to make the sand flow. They are “played” like tiny sand violins – you see that detail on the right side when you look closely:

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And another detail: the monks wear respirators to prevent that sand might shift through their breath when they lean in close for detail structures.

& a mandala quote:

“Each person’s life is like a mandala- a vast, limitless circle. We stand in the center of our own circle, and everything we see, hear and think forms the mandala of our life. We enter a room, and the room is our mandala. We get on the subway, and the subway car is our mandala, down to the teenager checking messages on her iPhone and the homeless man slumped in the corner. We go for a hike in the mountains, and everything as far as we can see is our mandala: the clouds, the trees, the snow on the peeks, even the rattlesnake coiled in the corner. We’re lying in a hospital bed, and the hospital is our mandala. We don’t set it up, we don’t get to choose what or who shows up in it. It is, As Chogyam Trungpa said, “the mandala that is never arranged but is always complete.” And we embrace it just as it is…”
(Pema Chodron, via 100DaysforMandalas)

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In response to the current photo theme “Intricate”.
Here’s the stream of “Intricate” photos + the call: photo challenge “Intricate”

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/intricate/

Blur, or: Leading to

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Leading to

A destination. A turn.
The everlasting question: how far is it still?

My expectations. The road.
The signs that count down the miles, wherever you are.

Another photo of the horizon.
The fact that we are always t(here).

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in response to the current photo theme “Blur”.
Here’s the stream of “blur” photos + the call: photo challenge “Blur”

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/blur/

Afloat, or: taking the boat

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“To cross into Cambodia, you take the boat,” the man in the Sawadee guesthouse says to me. “There is no bus?” I ask. He shakes his head, realizing that I still haven’t got the point. “There is no street,” he explains. I don’t believe it. “How do people get from town to town then,” I object. “They take the boat,” he says, bringing us right back to the starting point of the conversation…

the photo is from Thailand, the story is from: The Buddha, the Dharma & the Sangha – A Travel Story From Cambodia

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In response to the current photo theme “Afloat”.
Here’s the stream of “Afloat” photos + the call: photo challenge “Afloat”

a fresh try

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An early morning moment for the current weekly photo challenge “Fresh”. For me, there is always something special about the freshness of the day, when the rising sun is reflected in the dewdrops.

Here’s the stream of “Fresh” photos + the call: Fresh

And a “fresh” quote:

“I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.”
– J.B. Priestley

lost in the details

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this image is inspired by both the wordpress challenge “Lost in Details

it’s a city moment from Udaipur / India. when travelling there, i didn’t take the digital camera – now i wished i had, and had taken many many more pictures. here’s another one from there, a memory from Rajasthan that also comes with a 1000 details. 

and if you are interested in reading about being there, try this – the book that came from travelling there: Worlds Apart – 2 friends, 2 journeys, and 10 life lessons – a true story

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for more “Lost in Detail” entries, visit the weekly photo challenge page