postcards from paradise

 

i love moments in life when we sense a depth of connection. 

the way a familiar face comforts us when we have been far from home too long. 

the way hearts swell

 hearing the sound of loved ones voices, at the end of a long day.

 any unexpected moment that comforts with a sense of belonging.

many of us slip away in the pursuit of our creative work.

 some in the quiet of late nights while our families have given themselves over 

to slumber and dreaming. 

others to predawn.. when life outside our windows only whispers

 and the earths slate is clean and waits for us like an open canvas.

 no matter when we steal away, 

most of us take this journey alone.

 

yet even in our most private musings we seek intimacy.

hearts beating behind the one eye of a camera, pencils electric with the possibility of words,

the sweeping of brushes,  voices singing out,  each outpouring of soul; passion unfurling...

destined for connection.

 

i once had a dream.

i walked into the bright opening of a dense jungle. it was a time before language.

without the invention of words, there were no separations.

as my eyes looked closely at the sunlit edges of flowers, leaves, even quiet stones 

thin strands of electricity splayed out, tying everything together.

a deer walked towards me...

in a world without words, there was no fear, no judgment,

no separation.

just looking into each others eyes, understanding

that all things are sacred, comprehending the enormity 

that we are all one.

the thin shiny threads of energy connected everything 

growing, growing until we were all white fibers of connecting light.

the way this practice of writing into the blogsphere,

 at once

so abstract and so far reaching, 

much like all those white fibers of light extending, 

ties us to something greater than ourselves, 

in unexpected and remarkable ways.

***

 

in the spirit of connecting with loved ones past...

in october postcards from paradise is dedicated to all things 

dia de los muertos as we prepare for 

dia de bloglandia.

 

now tell me mi amors..

in the spirit of connection,

where has paradise taken you?

Comments

[Dawn Elliott]

Your post tugs my soul as it reflects on the desire of intimacy...to connect with others and with nature, art, music, spirit.
Your mosaic piece is magical, as is your message. Happy day of rest!

[spadoman]

Dearest rebecca with the beautiful heart... You have summed it up totally and completely. This is what I do to a "T" when blogging. My heart and my thoughts are sent to each person that might wander by. It soothes me to know that you know that I am talking to you through my written words and photos.

Wonderful Peace to you and to all

[gemma]

Like a time before language your words sing to my heart things that I have no words for.

[Cheryl]

I totally understand what you're talking about...last week my son went to Seattle for a pool tournament. Whilst he was out of town, I felt disconnected, almost like I was going to have a panic attack (but not quite) and then after he came home, I could feel myself relax and breathe. The connection I feel to life when I am around him is like none other.

[somepinkflowers]

~~~all things are sacred~~~

{{thank goodness}}

[Sue Fox]

I love our connections, being a strand of light part of the beautiful whole.

Thank you for this place of lodging.

Sue x

[deb taylor]

your words weave the perfect fabric of friendship as we continue gathering here to share, inspire, open and reveal. I am so grateful for the kindred Spirit I have with you...all because we blog! xoxoxo

[Noelle]

Rebecca,
From flowers as architecture and you as thumbelina to a grown woman now, a journeyer in a dense floral jungle of sunlit petals, leaves and stones who sees the deep spiritual energy connection between all beings, all forms of life as beams or white lit fibers of electricity. Language is of little use in such a place. I believe that your dreams take you to a level of transcendence that few people experience and you return from these journeys to share with us in the form of incredibly beautiful artistic expression as you do in this amazing mosaic here. What a breathtaking piece. Your words reflect the longing that everyone has to belong, to be understood and to be connected, but more importantly the feeling that is evoked by your art and your presence creates that connectedness in this community that you have built around you.
xoxoxo,
Noelle

[Sue Krekorian]

So here I am, a new visitor to your part of this wonderful worldly paradise, sharing a little piece of my paradise with all of you, and thanking you for this beautiful opportunity for friendship and fellowship.

[Magical Mystical Teacher]

Paradoxically, you had to use words to describe your dream to us! :-)

[olivia]

So beautiful, Rebecca, as always, the words capture so many feelings and paint a picture and a dream at the same time. Yes, xoO

[Fran aka Redondowriter]

What a beautiful post and art. My paradise was attending a friend's 101st birthday today as you'll see when you visit my blog. Thanks, always, for all that you do, Rebecca, for all of us. This sense of interconnectedness even has a name in the Progoff Dialogue House work I've done over the years--Peak Experiences. I'll never forget Thomas Merton writing about his own experience when he stood on a corner in downtown Louisville.

[Miss Robyn]

why is it, that each time I read your words, it is as if my soul is drowing in love & acceptance. You truly are an angel xoxo

[Life with Kaishon]

What an absolutely lovely vase. Your words were beautiful!

[Kristina]

This line is wonderful, a vivid description of what we usually feel when we want to detach but we simply can't:

"...yet even in our most private musings we seek intimacy."

[Paintdiva]

I love your Paradise....and the connections you have allowed to be created. They are precious to me. Thank you.

[Stephanie]

So well put, this paradise you and we create and those white hot threads of light that connect us all.

x..x

[Meri @ Meri's Musings]

My paradise weekend included a visit from the little guy and his daddy and a visit to the zoo.

[leslie]

what a lovely dream of paradise... all boundaries erased, and nothing left but truth and light and love. "and He will wipe every tear from our eyes..."

[Rosie@mygardenhaven]

I believe in this connection you speak of. It is one of the main reasons I blog. Let's stay connected!
Rosie

[sharon furner]

Just as your words flow like warmed honey, so does your art, veins of purply magenta connecting the shards of porcelain. Warmly, Sharon