I want to leave you with this quote today, shared by my Yoga teacher Michael Caldwell:
“Love is paying deep attention to your life.”
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The Prophet described iman, or faith, as such: “Faith is to acknowledge with the heart, to voice with the tongue, and to act with the limbs,” (Chittick 6).
This outlines the hierarchy of bodily domains that human beings consist of: the heart, signifying innermost awareness; the tongue which articulates and expresses; and one’s limbs, the source of action.
The art of poetry incorporates all three of these, for one cannot compose a poem without the cognizance of the heart, the use of speech or the physical use of limbs to write out the words.
Poetry channels the three spheres of the body so that awareness, thought and activity fuse to create one product.
Beyond Words: Chronicling Spiritual Ecstasy and Experience in Sufi Poetry
Kate Van Brocklin
Posted in Architectural Photography, Architecture, architecture, art,poetry,writing, Artuesdays, History of Architecture, Lectures, Photography, Research, Traveling, wanderlust, tagged Italia, Italy, medieval architecture, medieval italy, serravalle, veneto, vittorio veneto on January 3, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Yesterday I was lucky enough to visit the old section of the town of Vittorio Veneto, in the region of Veneto, in Northeastern Italy. Present-day Vittorio Veneto is the result of the fusion of the municipalities of Ceneda and Serravalle after WWI.
The photos below are of the old Jewish ghetto of Ceneda, and the centro ( center or downtown) with its villas, park and piazzetta ( small piazza).
The Church pictured just below was a surprising find: it is the oldest churchsite I have ever visited, and dates from the IV century (!!!). The Church you see was rebuilt in 1400, a millennium after the first structure was erected. The timing boggles the mind: in 313 CE Constantine declared Christianity the official religion of the Roman Empire with the Edict of Milan, and on this site a church was built shortly thereafter.
Serravalle, like Treviso, the regional center of the prosperous region of Veneto, features frescoes on the façades of buildings. This is something fascinating that I learned during this trip (from my mom, who is from Treviso) Frescoes in Serravalle- a town of Roman origin-were not just relegated to the interior of churches, but graced the buildings’ street elevations and were painted by notable local artists. Most of the palazzi date from the 1400’s. What was depicted on them? Hard to say from what remains in Serravalle. I could discern some courtly scenes and patterns/coat of arms. Both here and in Treviso, the frescoes were plastered over during one of the bouts of the Plague, in a misguided effort to ‘disinfect’ homes.
The best part for me, as a flâneuse was walking through the many porticoes of Serravalle. Enjoy my flâneuring..
Posted in Architecture, architecture, art, art,poetry,writing, Books, Poetry, Poetry, Quotes, Venice Diaries, wanderlust, Writing, writing, tagged beauty, holiday travels, home, impromptu visits, Invisible cities, itali calvino, Italia, new year, Venezia., venice on January 1, 2017| 5 Comments »
‘There is still one of which you never speak.’
Marco Polo bowed his head.
‘Venice,’ the Khan said.
Marco smiled. ‘What else do you believe I have been talking to you about?’
The emperor did not turn a hair. ‘And yet I have never heard you mention that name.’
And Polo said: ‘Every time I describe a city I am saying something about Venice.’
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
Posted in art, art,poetry,writing, Artuesdays, Experiments, Graphite, Photography, San Diego, sketching, wanderlust, tagged heart, lotus, mandala, moon, sketch, sketchbook, solstice, strawberry moon on June 21, 2016| 5 Comments »
June 19 and June 20, 2016.
Strawberry Moon and Solstice, an event that occurs every seventy years.
Full moon as the Sun stops to take Her in; the union of the masculine and the feminine. I hope you have been casting spells, and were looking skyward.
Posted in art, Art Gallery, Art Show, art,poetry,writing, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Photography, Quotes, San Diego, wanderlust, tagged beach, mission beach, Pacific Ocean, san diego, sisters, summer, water on June 19, 2016| 1 Comment »
Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray