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Monthly Archives: February 2013

Seagulls and Ariel Ballet

mixed media on paper

Tundra Swans

I’ve always envied birds their ability to fly. Defying gravity is something achieved only in a dream state or in the liquid world of water.

I read Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach at thirteen, the year it was published. As books go it was a big influence. And I loved it. I reread it recently, the intervening years haven’t changed my opinion or lessened my appreciation.  It remains a window into another way to experience the world. One full of light and joy.

To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is, you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived…

The trick was to know that his true nature lived, as perfect as an unwritten number, everywhere at once occurs across space and time…

Forget about faith! You don’t need faith to fly, you needed to understand flying this is just the same. Now try again…

Page eighty Jonathan Livingston Seagull author Richard Bach


…overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now.

Page eighty seven

So another diversion. The book that made me see the world differently was The Descent of Woman by Elaine Morgan. It was the first and only time I read a history that tried to solve the problem of women and children in the landscape of our evolution. It was a thrilling moment to see the world view rocked in this way in this particular manner. As thrilling as my then new understanding of a proton. That it is both a particle and a wave, an object and pure energy both depending on the window you looked out of.

So Elaine Morgan gave me a new way to see the world, through my eyes and not the eyes of history. It is all in the details figuring out how life works, goes on, is lived, the details.

Do you take sugar in your tea, or do you drink coffee. Do you put on your socks first or last? Eat oranges or prefer apples.

Clocks measure time to create history.

Our hearts keep time with infinity.

Meteor Strikes and the Theory of Chaos

This page is Gazing into Chaos

A page from my book The Why and the Beginning

A quote from page 47, Sympathetic Vibrations, Reflections on Physics as a Way of Life   Author K. C. Cole


What you perceive as “standing still” at the equator is in reality a rapid spin around the earth’s axis at the dizzying rate of 1000 miles per hour. In addition, the entire spinning earth is whizzing around the sun with a speed of almost 20 miles per second. The solar system itself is moving with respect to the centre of our galaxy at 150 miles per second, and our galaxy – the Milky Way – is rushing towards our neighbouring Andromeda  galaxy (from its point of view) at 50 miles per second. And that’s not all: if you looked at the earth from a far off quasar, you might see us speeding away at 165,000 miles per second, close to the speed of light.


Given these parameters a certain faith is required to register last week’s meteor strike as an uncommon event.

Chaos: A gaping void, yawning chasm, or abyss. The ‘formless void’ of primordial matter. A state of utter confusion and disorder, a confused mass. An amorphous lump.

The Oxford University Dictionary

I have decided to join the Monday club. Making it a public declaration, as I did with my joining the NaNoWriMo November month, it is meant to stiffen my spine and give me pause when I don’t meet that commitment. The idea of public failure is somehow an added incentive. It is true, I am six weeks behind the times, nevertheless, I stand .

Valentine’s Day and Arrows into the Future

a page from my book  titled The Why And The Beginning This page reads Longing Chains

a page from my book titled The Why And The Beginning This page reads Longing Chains

I have started re-reading Life with Picasso by Francoise Gilot and Carlton Lake, having recently experienced the Picasso exhibition in Toronto.  All the works were  from his private collection.

Francoise compares her life as an artist while living with Picasso to the lives of her friends,

I saw that even though they weren’t widely known, most of them, they had sent off arrows into the future, and the efforts they were making gave real meaning to their lives. (1

My efforts as an artist is what gives my life form and purpose.

What a lovely idea that the work might become an arrow into the future.  I know within the studio the work does often take flight in directions unanticipated.  This fills me with a quiet joy.  I think of it as grace.

(1 Life with Picasso by Francoise Gilot and Carelton Lake pg. 331 published 1965 by Signet Books