synthetic zero

August 20th, 2012

Once I was in Los Angeles as a high school kid, looking up at the sky during a tremendous thunderstorm, and you could see the clouds mounting up, a cathedral, with the lights of the downtown buildings illuminating the dramatic, powerful thunderheads. Even with the driving rain the awesome spectacle towered above, an ephemeral architecture, a crashing musical climax frozen in physical form. Tonight the skies are quiet. The clouds reflect the city, spread out underneath it, without drama, at least for now.

permalink |

comment trackback

2 responses to this post:
  1. Magdalena O says:

    girls knows drama.

    August 20th, 2012 at 7:42 pm
  2. Melinda Fleming says:

    Some people are remedied by thunderstorms…

    “Stories instantaneously bypass the ego. The ego cannot absorb the entire pith of story. The ego hears the story as a form of entertainment. While the ego is kept happy, thinking it is being entertained, the soul and the spirit are listening deeply. The flow of images in stories is medicine—similar medicine to listening to the ocean or gazing at sunrises. No direct interaction has occurred—the ocean did not jump into your body and fill you. But there is something about seeing, hearing, and smelling the ocean that has bypassed the ego, and straightened out many things that were in disarray within the psyche. Some people are remedied by thunderstorms, some by music, some by the voice of a person they love.”

    - Clarissa Pinkola Estes: A Life Made By Hand

    November 7th, 2012 at 5:38 pm

leave comment


synthetic zero is powered by WordPress

posts(rss) . comments(rss)