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\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0The Object and its Glow<\/i> practice invites a way of looking that draws an observer into the realm of knowing.\u00c2\u00a0 The cactus bloom seems a symbol<\/i> for anything in which an aura feels less solid than something<\/i> within, like Earth and her atmosphere.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 I think of this practice as an invitation to look in a way that includes the looking as a dimension of each knowing encounter.<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 This morning there is snow on the tree branches visible behind my house.\u00c2\u00a0 There were two inches of know (I mean snow) on the cars out front when I picked up the morning paper.\u00c2\u00a0 The snow won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t last long.\u00c2\u00a0 It will melt and evaporate in the morning sunlight.<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 Brief cloak of snow<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Sunlight revealing and warming a habitable world<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Glow of phosphorescent blossom<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 The sense that I am located as I write this, as I look out the sunroom window at the illuminated, blanketed branches that have turned further toward the east, like commuters waiting for the bus,\u00c2\u00a0 and shortly the sun will climb over the hill at the edge of the world, and pick me up for another day\u00c2\u00a0 . . .<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0<\/b>It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all a symphony and I am glad to have a part to play\u00e2\u20ac\u201dthe part of a snowfall that comes and goes day by day, occasion by occasion, sometimes drawing back to say:<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00e2\u20ac\u0153this is me\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/b><\/p>\n
Sometimes drawing forward to say:<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 \u00e2\u20ac\u0153this is this.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/b><\/p>\n
–Michael Gray<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0The Object and its Glow practice invites a way of looking that draws an observer into the realm of knowing.\u00c2\u00a0 The cactus bloom seems a symbol for anything in which an aura feels less solid than … Continue reading