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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Dream vision

Dream vision by Mary Sherman
Dream vision, a photo by Mary Sherman on Flickr.
I was inspired today to make some self-portraits, then putting the images into some of my favorite iPhone apps. There is some parts of my body that I actually like; back and chest.

~Love is the spirit that motivates the artist's journey. The love may be sublime, raw, passionate, awful, or thrilling, but what ever its quality, it's a powerful motive in the artist's life.~ Eric Maisel.
(quote retrieved from "Simple Abundance" by Sarah Ban Breathnach.

Study of skin

Study of skin by Mary Sherman
Study of skin, a photo by Mary Sherman on Flickr.

Study of skin2

Study of skin2 by Mary Sherman
Study of skin2, a photo by Mary Sherman on Flickr.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Screened Rain

Screened Rain by Mary Sherman
Screened Rain, a photo by Mary Sherman on Flickr.
I seem to wish to have some importance in the play of time...
What is deep, as love is deep, I'll have Deeply. What is good, as love is good, I'll have well. Then if time and space have any purpose, I shall belong to it.
~Jennet Jourdemayne
(Christopher Fry)

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

My Favorite Today

  by Mary Sherman
, a photo by Mary Sherman on Flickr.
  by Mary Sherman
, a photo by Mary Sherman on Flickr.

  by Mary Sherman
, a photo by Mary Sherman on Flickr.

Wednesday's Delight

Feeling strange the last few days. Lots of in and out from the daily state of consciousness to dream states that weave in and out of my day. Trying to simply stay present no matter what feeling may arise. Not believing everything my mind has to report. Being still and watching.
~ To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men-that is genius. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Monday, August 22, 2011

Sunday Drive

I didn't realize I needed to get out of town until we headed north out of Santa Fe. I felt this huge feeling and sigh...ugh...Haven't been out of town for 2 years except for family flights to Chicago. My backyard..Northern New Mexico is glorious! Drove up to where the latest fire happened, burning nearly half a million acres. As we rounded Bandelier Monument we began to see the earth charred and trees completely burned or only half. Trees right next to one another...some still standing and green. Amazingly new growth has already begun. Our lovely earth! And then...two beautiful deer; we slowed to take some photos and the four cars coming in our direction stopped as well to enjoy the moment. A silent surprise!

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Saturday's Thoughts

A quiet Saturday. I shop for dinner; one rib-eye steak (bone-in for Lucy), a good bottle of red wine. And there it comes again; quietly and unexpectedly...grief...I have this thought, "Oh another part of me is being put back into place." When my dad died it felt as though I had been dismantled-taken apart. Now, slowly and without warning, the pieces of me that had been pulled apart slowly begin to show themselves anew. A newer, parent less Mary, free in a way I've never known. It isn't sadness but an acute awareness of my new life.

Now, I'm grilling the steak, drinking the wine and feeling so grateful for all that I have chosen.
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Friday, August 19, 2011

World photography day

World photography day by Mary Sherman
World photography day, a photo by Mary Sherman on Flickr.

For the day.

Katya Remembers

Katya Remembers
Katya is flying near the moon…the coolness of the night air softly touching her cheeks. And she remembers…how it all began.

She remembers falling from the Douglas fir that stood majestic in her grandparent’s backyard; she’d broken her leg and Grandfather had come running to gather her up. No sooner had they reached the farmhouse, than he saw her leg had healed and he knew. He gives a thoughtful glance to Grandmother Sonia; yes she had the gift, passed down from her great grandmother.

Sasha (as Katya knows her grandmother by) tells Katya the stories of healing and intuitions by her ancestors and tells her grand-daughter, now the time has come for you.  Soon after the broken leg, Katya had experiences of “knowing” and “seeing”. The villagers wished to see her and ask all kinds of questions, but most importantly, “when would the war end?”Katya is investigated by the secret police, questioned as to what she may “know” of the future and how it is she can see their plans. She senses danger all around and for her family’s sake decides to flee to keep them safe.

Then Katya remembers the first time. The authorities were determined to quiet Katya. They felt she was a menace to their plans of genocide. Several attempts were made to arrest Katya as a traitor however; what both the pursuer and pursued are discovering together is that every confrontation brings a strengthening to Katya’s intuitions and every injury strengthens her powers of healing. Her intuitions and understanding of future events begin to crystallize.

Katya remembers being on her own as she made her way to the border and freedom. She is on the run and the secret police are close. They don’t take any chances this time, they are prepared. In her mind’s eye, she sees herself running through a field where once tall wheat grass shined and swayed in the breeze. She hears the sounds of ruffling and turns back-the soldier takes aim and fires. Katya falls limp; she has been hit in the heart.

As she lies motionless Katya knows what she must do, the greatest prize of the gifts she is to be given. She hears the soldier coming towards her, confident of his prowess at “making his mark”. Katya places her hand on the bleeding wounded heart. She breathes deeply, smiling, knowing, and with one forceful movement she is up, the wound is healing as she begins to run, run, run….her feet touching the air and beginning to take flight.

Katya is flying, soaring above the burned out wheat field. She breaks her concentration to look below and sees the soldier in complete disbelief and amazement. He cannot help himself-he waves to her thinking, “I wish you well.”

And Katya recalls that first flight taking her over the border of her country into a new land. She will be safe for a time and she also knows she will return. Because it is her time; time to assist those in need, to stand strong and teach those who wish to know her ways, her healing powers and intuition and their own inner strength.
Katya remembers; her wish for all her countrymen to be free and to fly…..like a bird.

To be continued…

Also posted over at Vision & Verb

Thursday, August 18, 2011

One of My Favorites

This is one of my favorite images from nearly 3 years ago; taken at the sports center where I live. Walking into the arena, you look up and see these huge figures dancing in mid air, towering over your head, I love them!

Monday, August 15, 2011

Thoughts on Architecture

Frank Lloyd Wright's thoughts....

“The heart is the first feature of working minds.

“I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.”

“Nature is my manifestation of God. I go to nature every day for inspiration in the day's work. I follow in building the principles which nature has used in its domain."

Some Thoughts on Photography

Photography is usually a kind of solitary craft. The photographer works alone with a subject, then processes alone. This used to happen in the low red glow of a darkroom. Now one spends hour after hour in front of a computer screen. In contrast, we worked collaboratively — sometimes even taking the same pictures, which always turn out a little bit different because each of us has a different eye and mind. We looked at each other’s work, made suggestions, and helped to select and edit photographs, creating a collective body of work that we will share in the near future as a YouTube video.

The language that gathers around photography often has an aggressive edge: shoot, capture, take a photograph, grab a shot. This all fits with a materialist worldview where all things, including people have a pricetag and are available to be obtained and consumed. There is a market for photographs and for all kinds of art. But at the core of any art is a merging of subject and object, a kind of embrace and inseparability. An authentic photograph (notice I am not saying a “great” photograph) embodies this principle, as does a painting, a melody, or a dance.

Peter introduced the Three Tenets, refined and proliferated by Roshi Bernie Glassman and his circles: Not Knowing, Bearing Witness, and Loving Action. At the risk of oversimplifying, Not Knowing is the attitude with which we enter any moment. We have no idea what will arise and how things will come out. If we think we know, we risk violence or at least limitation to the moment itself and to ourselves. Bearing Witness is what we do simply by opening our eyes and really seeing, recognizing that we are all in this together, creating the world. Loving Action guides our response. It is our response-ability to what we witness.
For my part, I have lately been thinking and talking about the Buddhist principle of dana — giving or generosity. It is the first practice or perfection of a Bodhisattva. It is also first in the 13th Century Zen Master Dogen’s “Four Embracing Dharmas.” Dogen’s fascicle “Bodaisatta Shishobo” speaks lyrically of dana.

Two quotations from Shishobo for your consideration:
“We give flowers blooming on the distant mountains to the Tathagata, and offer treasures accumulated in past lives to living beings.”
“When the Way is entrusted to the Way, we attain the Way… We offer ourselves to ourselves, and we offer others to others.”

The words are simple; the thoughts are complex. Instead of taking a picture, we explored the activity of giving a picture, of giving ourselves to the world that appears through the lens, of allowing the world coming through the lens to give itself to us and to change us. Giving photographs of others to others and allowing them to give us images of ourselves. Each image is a new way of seeing a moment of reality. And as a photograph exists in time, naturally it fades and picks up creases and fingerprints. With each moment, the photograph itself offers up a new moment.

Before I get too far up where the air is thin, I want to tell you we had fun. Giving and taking is also play. Just being and doing things together at Tassajara is play. Playing like this our dozen retreatants discovered intimacy. As Dogen explains, “We offer ourselves to ourselves, and we offer others to others.” Who knows where this will lead.
~Alan Senauke

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Sunday Musings

Meaning, moods, the whole scale of our inner experience, finds in nature "the correspondences" through which we may know our boundless selves.~
Kathleen Raine

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Saturday, August 13, 2011

Only The Heart Knows

Only the heart knows how to find what is precious.
~Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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More Moonlight

 Forgetfulness is the darkness, mindfulness is the light.
~Thich Nhat Hanh

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

A Beautiful Thing

A beautiful thing, though simple in its immediate presence,
always gives us a sense of depth below depth, almost an
innocent wild vertigo as one falls through its levels.
~Frederick Turner

Tuesday, August 9, 2011


Listen by W.S. Merwin

with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the bridge to bow from the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water looking out
in different directions
back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are saying thank you
after the news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you
in a culture up to its chin in shame
living in the stench it has chosen we are saying thank you
over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the back door
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
in the banks that use us we are saying thank you
with the crooks in office with the rich and fashionable
unchanged we go on saying thank you thank you
with the animals dying around us
our lost feelings we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster and faster then the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us like the earth
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
we are saying thank you and waving
dark though it is
` W.S. Merwin

The Guest House

This being a human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meaness, some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought,the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

Monday, August 8, 2011


A little how I feel today. Inside out, you know?
 Split into several various sections. Trying to meld all the feelings/emotions into one. I suppose titration is the best antidote, slowly...not holding any one emotion hostage but allowing them all to simply be a part of my daily existence. Not holding just letting....

Sunday, August 7, 2011


Still grieving the loss of my father after three months; it comes in waves. Some thoughts from Joan Didion's own story of loss, "The Year of Magical Thinking".
A former Maryknoll priest and friend to Joan; the death of a parent he writes, "despite our preparation, indeed, despite our age, dislodges things deep in us, sets off reactions that surprise us and that may cut free memories and feelings that we had thought gone to ground long ago. We might, in that indeterminate period they call mourning, be in a submarine, silent on the ocean's bed, aware of the depth charges, now near and now far, buffeting us with recollections."

Angel in the Sky

It's a hot dry summer day, aching for a water source!! Full of many emotions, not wanting to hold onto any one of them but simply allow them all to be.

One day passes and another day comes along, and everything happens the same. But basically, we are so afraid of the brilliance coming at us, and the sharp experience of our life, that we can't even focus our eyes.
~Chogyum Trungpa Rinpoche

Saturday, August 6, 2011


Listen. Put on morning.
Waken into falling light.
~W.S. Graham

Thursday, August 4, 2011

I love roses, they give me so much comfort. Here's a quote I found on Twitter today: Whatever you vividly imagine, ardently desire, sincerely believe, and enthusiastically act upon must inevitably come to pass~Paul J. Meyer

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

An image I took the other day using HDR on my iPhone and a few other apps. I LOVE the possibilities with the iPhone4!!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Taking Time

Tara cooling herself on the front porch. I'm sitting in my room knitting, hearing the rain fall softly. The smell is beautiful.....wet, filling, wrapping me in it's moisture. Just taking some time to be...
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Bending Branch


Aspen Bark



Buddha Applied

Buddha Applied

A Moment in Time

A Moment in Time

Silence Series

Silence Series

Silence Series

Silence Series

Street Photography

Street Photography

Train Graffitti


Faces From the World

Faces From the World


Folk Art Festival