Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving!!!!

I am thankful and "this is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness." ~ 1989 Noble Peace Prize winner, The Dalai lama
Thoughts of thanks dangle off my lapel with swirls from the unknown. Do I recognize them when they fall into my lap? or do I brush them off, idly, unknowing, not understanding, the temple, the feast, that is the mind? "All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind." ~ Kahlil Gibran
But, "the temple of our purest thoughts is silence." Thankful to have the uninterrupted song of children, the discussions of the virtues of Stratocaster versus Schecter or his Peavey Raptor with my almost 13 year old son; the New Moon song of Paris, Romeo, Jacob, Edward, Juliet and Bella strangely lilting and melancholic in the van drive home with darling daughter; the laughter, oh the laughter and thoughtful Tales of Despereaux again with a golden-hearted boy and the joyous jumps of a three year old's sweet wisdom. But, the white silence, now that is the dance of thanks and the music of the spheres for me. The mind, balancing both is the whole, for what would be a melody without the silence in the in between?

(Stratocaster Guitar Tree of Life by Doug Rowell)


"Those who live passionately teach us how to love. Those who love passionately teach us how to live." ~ Sarah Ban Breathnach



Distractions and thanks... I spent the week choosing only distraction. I went for long walks down a favorite country road that is not necessarily idyllic in scenery, but, well, there is something silent there; completely free with a breath and a silent music in the air. My oldest son is going on thirteen and his fingers know a guitar like an extension of who he is, so we sat and he played and we listened to him and to my favorite guitarist, Synester Gates from Avenged Sevenfold and watched Synester understand joy in the music video, "Afterlife." Have you sat under a tree and watched it sway joyous and subtle with a breeze as it lets the light filter in? That is what it is like to watch Synester Gates play guitar. Greenday, Good Charlotte, and Blink 182 from my past are just a few of the many bands I have to share with my beautiful son. So these times filled my heart with distractions and gratitude. I shared a "New Moon" and Starbucks with my daughter who is light and shines brighter after time spent with Mama. We can look at eachother at the same time and burst out laughing because it reminded us both of a scene from our Gilmore Girl marathons. Inside jokes where only we see the light. Smiling right now, just remembering. "I laugh, my voice spiraling into Forever for I have found perfection and it has always been right here in the temple of Self." ~ Miranda Padgett My third child, Gabriel, is one of those essential ones. He is the heart of the family because he is so selfless and giving he fills all voids with his smiles as we cut vegetables together in happy silence and I tickle his sweet toes while we read, The Tale of Despereaux again. Ahh... nine years of Gabe is a good thing. My fourth child and third boy is three as some of you know, and well, he sparkles with the look of a calm stream on a crisp summer morning and when recently some kids weren't nice to Gabe and I was angry at their cruelty, Nate in all his 3 year old wisdom, patted my hand and said, "Take a deep breath, Mama." He is a beautiful reflection of me I am told, (after relaying this story,) because I am rarely angered and I guess I calm people easily LOL. Thanks for the compliment friend. So, Nate, thanks for learning at my knee and giving and teaching, as well.



"Most new discoveries are suddenly-seen things that were always there." ~ Susanne K. Langer




Grateful for my remarkably loving and intelligent parents who knew, "Sometimes good-bye is a second chance." and let this Ramone's loving 16 year old live on her own a thousand miles away from anyone I knew, except "the soul mate" and finish high school and go to college as if it was all written and understood somewhere that Amy always lands on her feet. "The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible." Right Mom?? You were beautiful to trust me. (Quote by Vladimir Nabokov) Grateful to "soul mate" for his one eye blue and one brown for helping me see the gorgeous infinity in the balance of light and dark. I will always jump on your Harley and just go with you... Thanks for being a determined 17 year old and riding 25 miles here and 25 miles back on your twelve speed bike to see me each day that summer.




Grateful to my children sharing their light and balancing out the beautiful night like twinkling stars in the deep dark tapestry. Those walking by always want to know why we are always laughing, and what do we say? "Because life is fun! If you are wearing the right specs!!!"




(My oldest, on guitar)




Here is a story of the temple of the mind, the time to come back from an afterlife, an inbetween. What would you have to say to the world rising up through the ashes after 23 years in your temple? "For 23 years Rom Houben was trapped in his own body, unable to communicate with his doctors and family. They presumed he was in a vegetative state following a near-fatal car crash in 1983. But, then doctors used a state-of-the-art scanning system on the brain of the martial arts enthusiast, which showed the brain was functioning almost normally. "I had dreamed myself away," said Houben, now 46, whose real "state" was discovered three years ago and has just been made public by the doctor who rescued him. Steven Laureys, a neurologist at the University of Liege in Belgium, has published a scientific paper saying Houben could be one of many falsely diagnosed coma cases around the world. Houben is being cared for at a facility near Brussels and now communicates via a computer with a special keyboard activated with his right hand, which is capable of minimal movement. He said his body was paralysed when he came round after his accident. Although he could hear every word his doctors spoke, he could not communicate with them. ( Guitar is Phoenix by Doug Rowell)










I screamed, but there was nothing to hear," he said, via his keyboard. Houben then suffered years of being effectively trapped in his own body as care personnel and doctors at the hospital in Zolder tried to communicate with him, but eventually gave up hope that he would ever come round. The moment it was discovered he was not in a vegetative state, said Houben, it was like being born again. "I'll never forget the day that they discovered me, it was my second birth." (Article on Houben from internet)









Ainsi soit-il and blessed days...
Amy


8 comments:

Beth Niquette said...

The artwork is incredible, the guitars are spectacular. I've never seen this before. Thank you for sharing it!

There is something mysterious about music. It has the power to inspire, shoots past our conscious thought into the subconscious to stir our emotions.

Beautiful post.

Miss•Elena•Eous said...

Love that first quote by Gandhi. I agree entirely.

Terri Kahrs said...

Our youngest is a musician, and his instrument is an extension of his soul. We have four children, and each of them has different facets that react and sparkle so differently in their own light. Beautiful post today, Amy! Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. Hugs & Blessings, Terri xoxo

Elise said...

WOW ! Loved your post and all the info, the pictures are incredible.

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Oh AMy, you have such a way with everything. You are such a light, and I am THANKFUL for you and all the wonderful, positive people that I have met this year. Thank you for being a friend. Great photos of those guitars!!! Blessings, Anita

stregata said...

Amy, this was wonderful - a fleeting glance of your other facets. Such a diamond!

Chasing the Moon said...

Beautiful! Thank you for the inspiration. Happy Thanksgiving! :)

Sandi said...

Beautiful post ! Your kids are vey lucky to have a mama who cares so much for them.
Happy Thanksgiving and blessings~