The morning wind
spreads it fresh smell.
We must get up
and take that in,
that lets us live.
before it’s gone.
– Rumi –
For Cnawan, who noticed I kept screwing this up yesterday.
Your second sunrise gift, Cnawan!
Figured it out, Cnawan….but it’s weird…and doesn’t want to center…
The sun rises every morning without fail regardless of weather or the politics of man.
We may or may not witness this miracle but it happens nonetheless.
I’d begun to take this miracle for granted.
Proximity creates familiarity.
How many sunrises have I photographed?
How many sunrise images do I have on my hard drive?
Recently, I would waken early but lie there thinking…..
Oh, it’s almost sunrise. Do I NEED another sunrise image?
So, I simply stopped going out to observe and photograph sunrises.
Photographing sunrises wasn’t the point.
Witnessing sunrises was.
Witnessing sunrises has been my morning ritual, my morning meditation, my ocean-labyrinth walk.
Photography was only the side show.
Over time photographing and sharing the event began to overshadow the morning meditation.
Dancing Cloud (C) 2014 by Debi Bradford
There’s magic wherever you look on a morning beach.
Simply being on the beach is a blessing.
Sand between my toes is a balm.
A refreshing surf splashing on my legs is bliss.
Wind whipping my hair into knots brings laughter.
Gulls laughing overhead brings joy.
The sound of crashing waves drowns out the world.
It’s only me and the sea.
Salt air fills and cleanses my lungs.
Walking the beach strengthens my legs, my heart, my soul.
Sit a Spell (C) 2014 by Debi Bradford
So, I took very few images this morning.
Instead, I sat on a rental’s beach steps and watched the morning gently stretch and waken.
Walking back I stopped to rest on the boardwalk bench.
Life is good.
All text excerpted from Wendell Berry’s “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front.”
Inspired by blog post How to Practice Resurrection and Earth Day Every Day, Through the Luminary Lens by Bruce Thomas
Imitation is the truest form of flattery. My friend Bo Mackison and I decided to honor Mr. Berry’s text and Mr. Thomas’s blog post with our personal interpretations of the same. To see Bo’s blog post honoring the same go here.
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
Momentum Copyright 2013 by Debi Bradford
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Rosy Dawn Copyright 2007 by Debi Bradford
Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
The Hidden Green Copyright 2007 by Debi Bradford
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Ponderosa Pine Copyright 2012 by Debi Bradford
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Sunset Buckeye Copyright 2008 by Debi Bradford
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
New Friend Copyright 2013 by Debi Bradford
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
Salt Marsh Copyright 2013 by Debi Bradford
Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Beach Tracks Copyright 2014 by Debi Bradford
“You have to grow from the inside out.
None can teach you, none can make you spiritual.
There is no other teacher but your own soul.”
Today: Working on my Spirituality.
The ocean, its waves and winds and moods, have become a meditative labyrinth.
Here, I practice deep breathing and vanishing negative thoughts, focusing on positivity and good health.