Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
Wabi-Sabi’s roots are deeply embedded in Buddhist philosophy, particularly in the teachings that emphasize impermanence, suffering, and the absence of self.
It’s a perspective that sees a simplistic beauty in the transient nature of life, a view that emerged in Japan as an aesthetic counterpoint to the prevailing notions of beauty. The fragile, transient nature of something, imperfect, incomplete becomes a model for the human experience.
Guest Post by David Rivinus
Stacy was ecstatic.
The vacation to Italy she and her husband had been planning for months was finally happening. The two were on an exclusive tour that had taken them to a quaint, picturesque village in the Italian Alps, far from the holiday crowds. It was quiet, beautiful and totally Italian. What’s more, the guides were terrific.
Guest post by Dennis Ernst
There is a word, I recently came across that I’ve been needing to add to my vocabulary of how to live. The word is found in the Japanese language as Shibumi. It translates to English as “effortless perfection, elegance, simplicity, and humility. It’s seen in Japanese minimalism and is an art form, a philosophy, and a lifestyle. This struck me as a wonderful metaphor of living.
Guest Post by David Rivinus
Marion looked perturbed; that wasn’t like her.
A skilled, beloved and highly respected theater costume designer, she had trained pros who were now working on Broadway. And recently, she had agreed to mentor amateurs who showed promise. They paid her hourly for her instruction and put their new-found skills to a variety of uses.
“OK, Marion, what’s up?” I probed.
From: The Silent Questions, pages 256-258.
by Doug Marman
A young boy sat on the edge of the wharf, looking out over the gray water. His legs dangled free in the air, kicking back and forth. This was the place where he sat every day to listen to the sounds that the wind carried and to watch the way the waves danced. The sea was his friend, and he came to visit, just as he visited the geese in Mrs. Thatcher’s yard and the seagulls behind Mr. Danver’s Fish Market.
But the sea was different. The sea seemed to change every day, and yet, somehow, was exactly the same. It seemed endless and huge, yet at times you forgot it was even there, and it would startle you when you noticed it again.
By Riley Carson
This song shares the experience of a transition from a vivid dream to a transcendent spiritual journey, where language dissolves and pure being takes over. “Where the Silence Sings” traces one soul’s surrender to the inner pull of divine love, following it past the last border of thought into an expanse of sound-and-light in the realms beyond the mind.
Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
Choice. That’s been my focus for a long time. No matter what’s going on in the world, it’s key to being and living my best life.
For some time now, I’ve made it a practice to turn the news off early. Steady streams from outside sources tend to put me in what I call an urgent yet ‘inflated’ trance of distress. When I ignore that practice, I often forget I am Soul experiencing a sometimes ‘loud’ life in a human body.
Guest Post by Nettie Clarke
I recently moved from Flagstaff where Springtime is nice with a few pink flowered trees, and budding out of the Cottonwood trees, to Hood River where it is exploding with color. Trees with a pink tulip looking flower at the end of each branch, white flowering trees on every corner and peach and apple trees beginning to bud with tiny green fingers reaching for the sun.
Guest post by Riley Carson
This song is a heartfelt exploration of love in its many forms—tender, enduring, and deeply human. Through poetic imagery and a gentle, reflective tone, it traces the emotional arc of love from whispered beginnings to unwavering bonds.
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