Reflections, cold wax and oil paints, Donna Watson
September... a pause for summer to say an awkward and lingering good-by and for autumn, sitting on a hill top, a jug of cider in one hand and a bunch of wild purple asters in the other, waiting to say hello. (NYTimes) As summer comes to an end, it is that time of year for me to post images of my Zen gardens and my Zen greenhouse. I have decided to divide my images into 3 posts because I have so many to share. This first post is all about my Zen house... what I call my outdoor decor.
Torii gate entrance to my Zen House
"...to walk without destination and to see only to see..."
--- Uta Barth
Follow the stone path
"Your sacred space is where you find yourself again and again."
--- Joseph Campbell
Some of my bonsai in front of my Zen House
"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes"
--- Marcel Proust
One of the shelves inside my Zen House
"May my mind come alive today
to the invisible geography
that invites me to new frontiers,
to break the dead shell of yesterdays,
to risk being disturbed and changed."
---John O'Donohue, from a morning offer
A new birdcage, inside is a Japanese kokedama or moss ball with a Rabbit Fern
"Landscape consists in the multiple, overlapping intricacies and forms that exist in a given space at a moment in time." Annie Dillard, Pilgrims at Tinker Creek
Kokedama or Japanese moss ball with Rabbit Fern
"Landscape is the texture of intricacy, and texture is my present subject... What do I make of all this texture?" Annie Dillard
Another Kokedama, or moss ball with large wooden paddle
"The texture of the world, its filigree and scrollwork, means that there is the possibility for beauty here, a beauty as inexhaustible in its complexity, which opens to my knock, which answers in me a call I do not remember calling, and which trains me to the wild and extravagant nature of the spirit I seek." Annie Dillard, Pilgrims at Tinker Creek
This is a Rose de Jericho, a type of desert moss, which dries up into a tight ball without water. When water is added, it will open up and burst into life, until the water dries up again.
A water feature inside my Zen House
A corner of the Zen House
A round beach rock with a bee who passed away and has been sitting on this rock all summer
It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.