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Archive for Beauty – Page 14

Women & Beauty

Being publicly identified with ‘beauty’ as I am through this blog, I have received this video about women and art from more people than I can count… clearly pointing to a link between the female face and beauty that goes back a long long way in our collective history.

I was having a conversation with friends the other day and had a
possible insight about this association – what if we as a culture are
so far removed from the generative healing power of the
feminine (and this is often especially true for men) that we have
projected this vital part
of ourselves, our anima, onto an ideal model of perfection in another?
Perhaps, I mused, that’s what’s behind the deep yearning or ache that
often accompanies  our gaze…

What do you see? Why do you think a woman’s face is so beautiful to us on a culture-wide level?

Servants of Beauty

Relationship

"It is not a thing, Eden, but a pattern of relationships, made visible in conversation. To live in Eden is to live in the midst of good relations, of just relations scrupulously attended to, imaginatively maintained through time. Altogether we call this beauty."

"We cannot save things. Things pass away. We can only attend to
relationships, to the relationships between things. It is here that we
see the most beautiful images we are capable of apprehending or
imagining – the relationship between a mother and a child, the racket
of sunlight on pooling water, a bird alighting on a limb."

"We need, each according to his or her gifts and by his or her own lights, to be the servants of beauty."

~ Barry Lopez, excerpts from his closing remarks after having experienced a World Café at the Quest for Global Healing conference in Ubud, Bali. Full text here.

Solstice 07

Center

I just returned from a Solstice celebration held in a redwood forest in the Santa Cruz mountains. This ceremony and its ‘Dreaming’ counterpart held in the middle of winter have become necessary bookmarks in my year, rituals of integration and relationship that bring wholeness and balance to the busi-ness of my life.

One of my favorites moments in this pattern cycle is the night we dance a prayer dance in a medicine wheel built into a meadow, surrounded by redwoods and anchored by a mother tree that must be at least 600 years old. People have been dancing to the Tree of Life for millenia and you can feel a sense of eternity and timelessness that comes like grace as we dance around the delicate Oklahoma Redbud, our ‘tree of life’,  hour after hour.

Leg muscles powered by the relentless beat of a large hand made buffalo skin drum (and the energy of the rotating team of drummers that keep this beat alive), the dancers alternately rush to the center and ebb back to the perimeter, again and again. Running forward with outstretched hands, raising our eagle feathers to bless the tree that stands in the center representing Life, we offer our gratitude for the gifts she’s given us all year. Then we dance back in equal rhythm, gratefully receiving life’s bounty and drawing it deep into our own centers, again and again.

When the drums have stopped and we’ve finished dancing, those who want to stay pull a circle of chairs close around the tree … She’s lit from below by a thousand candles encircling her base, long white ribbons that decorate her branches dancing in the night wind. We sit in long silence as the stars and moon move above us and the night whispers its secrets to the trees. I drink this endless moment like water in the desert, stillness pouring into my body like holy communion wine.

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My deep gratitude to my companions on this prayer dance journey, and to the hosts and conveners of this beauty: FireHawk and Pele at Resonance and their partners Bill & Marilyn Veltrop at Infinite Games and Craig and Patricia Neal of Heartland Circle.

My Neighbor’s Garden

My retired neighbor Grover’s house on the corner is graced by an abundant vegetable garden. This modest city-sized plot is a scene of endless transformation as he rotates his beds, alternately unloading bags of composted manure, tilling nutrients into the soil, planting seeds, and harvesting their fruit. What an invaluable community resource for gardeners, beauty-lovers, and all those children (and adults!) who don’t yet know the miracle of where food comes from.

Here’s what captured my eye in Grover’s garden on this morning’s beauty walk:

Squash