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Archive for Mystery – Page 4

Sacred Space in 2nd Life

If you know me or have read this blog for any length of time, you know that bringing sacred space into the online sphere has been one of my strongest dreams and passions ever since I entered this field. In my work I am always seeking to create environments of peace and beauty where silence is welcome and hearts connect, where we are aware of all our relations within the natural and spirit worlds and can enter deeply into our essential nature as Humans and relate together in the sure knowledge that we are one interconnected spirit and body.

I’ve been integrating color and images and movement into user interfaces, cultivating the practice of kindness and respect in conversational forums, and generally evolving these sensory-based language(s) as my ground-of-being online. I have been blessed with many successes, large and small, in beginning to realize my dream, but the other night my ability to imagine what is truly possible took a quantum leap.

My friend and playmate in this realm FireHawk Hulin (aka DragonWolf Goheen) invited me to join him in Second Life to explore something he and the ever-amazing David Sibbet (aka Sunseed Bardeen) had been working on with the exquisite Michelle Paradis (aka SingingHeart Amat) … something truly unique in my experience, and totally magical.

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We sat in circle around the fire in this beautiful clearing made
sacred by our intention and David & Michelle’s artistry and told each other
stories. We shared the stories of our dreams and visions, the stories
that had brought each of us to this place in this moment of no-time.
Late into the night we spoke the words that brought us each into our
full being – together in a state of honor and respect.

We spoke through a long sunset, its last rays illuminating a variety
of lush flower beds that framed and colored each of the eight gates
that stood and marked each direction of our circumference. We continued
to speak as stars filled the sky above us and the sounds of soft
singing and drumming were joined by those of crickets and the night
sounds of the clearing. We were completely there, our small circle of
four; in that time and place, in body and in spirit.

I know that not everyone would be interested in exploring a virtual
world environment, even if the learning curve for navigating it was not
so steep. In the past I’ve thought of that fact as a reason not to
focus my creative energy there, but the other night a different
realization appeared to me. If the people who do play in Second Life –
the ‘geeks’ and futurists and early-adaptor trend-setters – are able to
experience something so truly transformational there as I experienced
the other night, then perhaps some of that peace and beauty will be
reflected, even in some small way, in what they create and write and
say and do in their own First Lives, or the ‘real’ world where the rest
of humanity lives.

This realization of larger purpose and
intent would make any time I spent in Second Life completely
justifiable, but on a more personal level it was enormously joyful and
generative to just let my imagination run free and experience the pure
pleasure of unbridled creativity… tasting that bliss is worth a lot
to me and I can’t wait to see what we’ll imagine next!

Sugimoto’s Seas

The DeYoung is currently featuring an exhibition of work by Japanese conceptual artist and photographer Hiroshi Sugimoto. I was particularly fascinated by a series of seascapes he did as a result of a search for the timeless landscape, something that our ancient ancestors would have gazed upon yet is still recognizable to us today. The only place that fits that criterion, he says, is the horizon line between sea and sky…

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This one is of the Boden Sea, in Uttwil.

Big Sky Mystery

We drove through some amazing scenery on this road trip. Crossing the Sierras and ending up in the Tetons, we experienced the terrain of the American West as one long unfurling roll of mountains, rivers, tall pines and high desert scrub.

Besides the magical Tetons, one of the most striking features of this landscape was the sky, the huge expanse of blue and clouds surrounding us all day every day. With very little light competition, the stars were so clear out there – the Milky Way a swath of cloudy light strewn across the sky – one evening my pest son and I lay out on our backs on blankets in the soft grass for hours, watching the light show.

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What magic, what mystery.

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We explored Yellowstone a bit on our way back, and as we drove through the park I couldn’t help imagine what it would have been like to be a native American traveling through that land looking for food and shelter, seeing ponds boil and geysers spouting and thick strange-smelling curls of steam coming out of holes in the ground; to live in a world peopled with the mythic creatures wandering in the woods- bison and bear and moose along with graceful elk, pronghorn antelopes and bighorn sheep.

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Over 75% of the park had been devastated by the fires of 1988, and much of the forest we went through looked like charred toothpicks rising out of the thick undergrowth of baby pines.

Between the fire-scarred land and the water poisoned with heat and sulfur, I didn’t find it to be a cozy place exactly. Awesome rather than welcoming, it was ‘sublime’ in the Edmund Burkean sense: beauty with a molten roaring core. And yet it was very, very beautiful, and I spent each day in a kind of alert rapture, wondering what I would see next.

Synchronicity

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Another powerful Thought Leader Gathering session from Heartland Circle

This July’s conversation starter (and regular TLG member) Betsy Saunders led us in an exercise using the symbolism of a monk’s begging bowl as a channel that receives contributions from the world and demands only that the gift be accepted as precisely "enough" for each day’s needs.

In the first part of the exercise we were to gather in small groups and
answer the question "What is my gift to the world?", write down our
answers, and put them in one of the beautiful brass begging bowls Betsy
had brought for this purpose.

I thought about my work and my joy, and an answer came to me: "My gift is in making your voice visible and audible in the world". I wrote it down and put it in the bowl along with the others.

In the second part of the exercise we were asked to join a new small group, and this time see what the bowl of life would offer for us. When my turn came, the slip of paper I pulled said "My gift is to share my voice with the world." Wow. What synchronicity.

This coincidence would seem unusual enough by itself, but everyone in my small group had something similar going on with their own picks, a phenomenon that was mirrored in the large group when we gathered later that morning to share what had happened.

It seemed that we each picked what we most needed, and in my case the gift was to receive for myself what I so enjoy giving to others. 🙂