One Day on Earth

What the Water Knows

What the mouth sings, the soul must learn to forgive.
A rat’s as moral as a monk in the eyes of the real world.
Still, the heart is a river
pouring from itself, a river that cannot be crossed.

It opens on a bay
and turns back upon itself as the tide comes in,
it carries the cry of the loon and the salts
of the unutterably human.

A distant eagle enters the mouth of a river
salmon no longer run and his wide wings glide
upstream until he disappears
into the nothing from which he came. Only the thought remains.

Lacking the eagle’s cunning or the wisdom of the sparrow,
where shall I turn, drowning in sorrow?
Who will know what the trees know, the spidery patience
of young maple or what the willows confess?

Let me be water. The heart pours out in waves.
Listen to what the water says.
Wind, be a friend.
There’s nothing I couldn’t forgive.

Sam Hamill

Fukushima - let us speak daily gratitude to & for our world's waters

Fukushima: 'Biggest Industrial Catastrophe In History'

By Dahr Jamail

16 June, 2011
Al-Jazeera-English

"Scientific experts believe Japan's nuclear disaster to be far worse than governments are revealing to the public.

'Fukushima is the biggest industrial catastrophe in the history of mankind," Arnold Gundersen, a former nuclear industry senior vice president, told Al Jazeera. . . '"

To continue reading this article, click on this link - - - http://www.countercurrents.org/jamail160611.htm

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When one part of our global body - oceanic or otherwise - is hurt, every of us are impacted. 

I am reminded again of Masaru Emoto's plea to us all to speak gratitude to and for our world's waters each and every day - as we shower, drink, walk by the sea, refresh the water on our bird tables, water our plants, experience cool dew on bare feet, walk in the rain. . .   

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Namaste

Lynne McTaggart on Water

Lynne McTaggart describes research which suggests that water is one medium of this coherent communication system especially in living plants and animals:

"This would mean that water is like a tape recorder, imprinting and carrying information whether the original molecule is still there or not. The shaking of the containers, as is done in homeopathy, appears to act as a method of speeding up this process. So vital is water to the transmission of energy and information that Benveniste's own studies actually demonstrate that molecular signals cannot be transmitted in the body unless you do so in the medium of water. In Japan, a physicist called Kunio Yasue of the Research Institute for Information and Science, Notre Dame Seishin University in Okayama, also found that water molecules have some role to play in organizing discordant energy into coherent photons - a process called 'superradiance'.This suggests that water, as the natural medium of all cells, acts as the essential conductor of a molecule's signature frequency in all biological processes and that water molecules organize themselves to form a pattern on which can be imprinted wave information. If Benveniste is right, water not only sends the signal but also amplifies it."

FLOTILLA

     

This response arrived from a friend - 

". . . I've been following with interest and delight your progress with the boats, and not infrequently find myself musing on the project's many meanings. The images you've given us on the blog -- of the boats in ones and twos, arrayed in rank and file, in a nested circle -- have been gorgeously suggestive. I have grown fond of these small paper barques, their grace, their simplicity, their innocence. I'm charmed by the picture of them clamped with clothespins for gluing -- 'watching' them being made like that resonates through the word craft, as boat, as process, as workmanship.

It's when I imagine them installed as you described last week, rising up the wall, that I am most moved by your concept. Despite an undeniable innate dignity, there is also something comic about each boat, poignantly so; a delicacy that becomes almost cartoonish. To consider each unit on its own, it's hardly a boat at all, in a sense, as much the idea of a boat, a boat dream. All alone, there isn't one that could survive a bathtub, much less be seaworthy. And yet, to consider them together, they become mighty, a flotilla, as you've said, or an armada, as one of your blog crew suggested. And herein lies the great power of your poem (for I agree with you, the installation is fundamentally a song) as it reflects on the human condition. 

Like your boats, we too are vessels, noble in our aspirations, but a bit comic as well when we propose our inviolability against the world, or imagine ourselves as self somehow ending at our skin. Our vulnerability belies such a claim.  (Indeed, despite its balletic grandeur, there is something existentially disquieting about the film in this regard, a sense of each boat drifting in its own isolation, at the whim of the currents. To end up belly up under the ice is a grim fate.)  It is not as separate vessels, but together, as a collective, united, ascending soul, that the boats achieve their highest nobility. . . and become something nearly indomitable. " Timothy Cahill

Beyond the oil spill

The tragedy of an ailing Gulf - New York Times article 

BP agrees to pay $1 Billion towards Gulf Restoration - NY Times

How easy it is to point fingers at the 'other' - we do this in so many ways and in so many areas of our life. 

This particular Gulf-related situation begs the question. . . are we not all BPs; as responsible for the catastrophe as we are for the clean-up? The metaphorical implications implied in this question are many and plain. . . 

gulf |gəlf|

noun

1. a deep inlet of the sea almost surrounded by land, with a narrow mouth.

2. a deep ravine, chasm, or abyss.

• figurative a large difference or division between two people or groups, or between viewpoints, concepts, or situations : a wide gulf between theory and practice.

                                                 

                                                 Take a small boat

                                                 down the river. Fish

                                                 in the rain, cherish

                                                 the green moss, love

                                                 the waters that offer up

                                                 their purity – love

                                                 the waters

                                                 CB

What is soft is strong

"Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong" ~ Lao-Tzu

New oil sketches

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Explorers Cove, Hjorth Hill, Antarctica

II
The Birthplace of Waterfalls - Western Fiordland