weekly photo challenge: threshold


Standing at the Threshold

With uncertainty, I question

What is it that I seek?

Who is it that I beckon?

A father? A mother? A sister? A brother? A companion? A child? A god?

An intentional presence that is drawn upon

A place and time of shadows, myths, and dreams?

Birthed within a family?

Matured within a relationship?

Nourished within a community?

Where the Stillness within Silence,

Affirms the exchange of life’s giving and taking,

Embraces the connection of life’s emotional threads, and

Observes the interdependence of life with non-judgmental awareness,

Yet, knows of a united oneness with another that can not be?

Since it can not be, do I yearn

To know integration through the formation of thought;

To see clarity through the flowing of ink; and

To feel completion through the act of creating?

And then, finally, within the stillness of silence,

I befriend

An internal companion with whom

There is an honoring of the who and what of which I am;

A woman, a daughter, a sister, a niece, a wife, a mother, an aunt, a grandmother.

I touch

With reverence the presence of all that was, is, and will be.

I release

The seeking, the beckoning, the yearning to the Winds of Change.

I with uncertainty, Step over the Threshold

Foreseeing the return.*


A Meditative Journey  with Saldage

B Catherine Koeford



flight from shadow

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There was a  man who was so disturbed by the sight of his own shadow and so displeased with his own footsteps that he determined to get rid of both. The method he hit upon was to run away from them.

So he got up and ran. But every time he put his foot down there was another step, while his shadow kept up with him without the slightest difficulty.

He attributed his failure to the fact that the was not running fast enough. So he ran faster and faster, without stropping, until he finally dropped dead.

He failed to realize that if he merely stepped into the shade, his shadow would vanish, and if he sat down and stayed still, there would be no more footsteps.*



The Way of Chuang Tzu

Thomas Merton

weekly photo challenge: street life

The Road to Shu is Steep

The Road to Shu is steep, steep as climbing to the Sky!

It ashes those who only hear tell of it,
From its peaks to the sky can hardly be a foot:
The withers pines there have to lean over canyons
Filled with the contending dins of waterfalls,
Gullies thundering a thousand rolling stones!
Such perils, aye, as this,
Why, oh, why, Travellers from Afar, come ye to suffer them?

The Road to Shu is steep, steep as climbing to the Sky!
I have turn, but gaze West; with a long, long sigh!

                              ~Li Po*

Interstate I 70
Interstate I 70
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Glenwood Springs Canyon
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Exiting the Eisenhower Tunnel

The streets of my childhood … the old Loveland, Monarch, Berthoud, and Rabbit Ear Passes which crisscross the majestic Rocky Mountains.

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Li Po and Tu Fu

Trans: Arthur Cooper

weekly photo challenge: reflection

Same Dream, Same Mirror 

We have dreamt the same dream

during many unraveling autumns;

one joy, one worry binds us.

We put on faces

before the same mirror:

our small flight of swallows

is secure.  We hear

inmortal music

on ancient bronze bells.

            ~Chen Yinke*

The Rose is without Why

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Ancestral intelligence

Vera Schwarcz