Day 2 of the Blogrimage
So, last night I was walking around an abandoned house again, same one, but at night. Night changes everything. I’m just gonna let the images speak for themselves, but it was a bit unnerving. Abandoned homes always give me the chills, especially when you hear noises and snaps that older homes make, but you’re suspicious someone else is there too.
here are some of last night’s pictures:
Tis is a lamp in the “abandoned house.” I guess I should rreally say it’s under construction and for some reason they have a fully working bathroom whose lights are left off at night. Strange times, but beggars can’t be choosers, and what little light there was was a relief. It’s not that I’m afraid of the dark, as much as of what’s hiding right outside my perception, potentially watching me. I was nervous because it’s a new experience for me, cavorting around in the night by myself with only a camera on my person. but it was wonderful.
My experience last night was matched by a moment of zen this afternoon. I slowed down and thought a great deal about life, and in that thought, as i was cooking everything became illuminated. In that moment, i was nothing, and the universe froze. I simply was, and it was beautiful.
Cooking can be a grace, the simple raw alchemy of putting together ingredients to satisfy your palate and your sense of accomplishment when successful. Making my cooking today a pilgrimage a sacred journey instead of just another thing to do had a profound impact on me, and i don’t think i will ever look at cookign the same way again.
Here’s a picture of lunch:
I call it italian lo mein. i only use the name lo mein because I mixed a bit of soy sauce into the sauce i used for my noodles. but it was a wonderful dish.
Then, as I was working on some other things, I stopped to check the mail, and lookie what I got:
a belated birthday present, from a dear dear friend. Someone who knows me all too well and knows that I love art, and icons. If you can’t tell it’s ceramic, with a detailed outline and it’s gorgeous. i love it.
But as I stop to pursue lived experience, I’m finding that life is worth living, and everything is beautiful. The pilgrimage of daily life is beginning to make everything spiritual. This is always a good thing.