At every place any time

Mongolian Rainbows and Mountains

The Friday of my last blog post, I was researching these amazing rainbows in Mongolia online. They look as if they begin or end in those mountains. A link between the heavens and the earth.
Driving home that evening there was a mesmerizing sunset over our Catskill mountains, I tore my gaze to look to the left for a minute, and there in our sky was a beautiful full arc rainbow!!!
I immediately jumped out and took these pictures, so excited by the magic:)

Germantown Rainbow 11/13/09

It made me think that its all here, the same magic is everywhere all the time, just as its one great sky embracing all of this earth, one great galaxy embracing the planets in our solar system; one great life connected without any boundary.

Germantown Mountains and Sky 11/13/09

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My recent purchase: The two books by my bed.

"We must accept our reality as vastly as we possibly can; everything, even the unprecedented, must be possible within it. This is in the end the only kind of courage that is required of us: the courage to face the strangest, most unusual, most inexplicable experiences that can meet us. The fact that people have in this sense been cowardly has done infinite harm to life; the experiences that are so called "apparitions", the whole so-called "spirit-world", death, all these Things that are so closely related to us, have through our daily defesnsiveness been so entirely pushed out of life that the senses with which we might have been able to grasp them have atrophied."
-Rainer Maria Rilke

Along with these words of wisdom and courage I continue to explore my trip; this interconnection between Mongolian Shamanism, Mongolia's Landscape, Bi-Polar, My Art, My Sisters Life and Death

I am currently applying for an artist opportunity to make art in Mongolia's landscape.
Yes, I am scared; scared I won't be accepted, scared I will be accepted.
I am going to apply, and I am going to let go of what I can't control.
If we only act upon what we know, we are limiting ourselves to what we "Know".
What we "Know" is not infinite.

I want to go somewhere over the rainbow......

An extremely rare rainbow - a circumhorizon arc, was seen in the sky when we put Summers ashes in to the ocean. This is an image of one.
(Not the one...I don't know if anyone got a picture?)

Rainbow in Mongolia Video by Amir - MySpace Video

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high.....

Reality Upside Down

Pilot Jay Morrissett, background left, relates how he and his plane ended upside down in a farm field in Clermont Wednesday to State Police Investigators Comesanas, Mazzacano and Walthour. Morrissett was en route from Concord, NH to Kingston when he experienced engine trouble and attempted to land the plane in the field. (Robert Ragaini/Hudson-Catskill Newspapers)

Wings fell from the sky

This is soooooooo unbelievable!

I just was driving to pick Sunny up, and drove past the field where my sculpture, Free Now was. There were police cars by the road and I was wondering what happened...I looked up to the hill, and there lying upside down was this plane!!!!

I rushed home to get my camera, freaking out!!!! When I returned ( like 10 minutes ago) the farmer was there, and he told me the story.

The pilot bought this plane yesterday, today was his first flight in it from Vermont. It started to stop reading the fuel and the plane wasn't getting any fuel...it almost crashed in to the road, but then picked up the fuel again to go up a bit, but then the fuel broke again, and he crashed in to the field!!!! BUT HE ONLY CUT HIS FINGER!!!!!!!

I just can't believe another pair of wings fell from the sky at this location!

(By the way I am first to publish these photo's...the press were just getting there when I took these, so you will see it again tomorrow in the newspaper, this really did just happen!)

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Free Now (at night) by Jess Puglisi

Thank you friends who have shared your beautiful words and images with me this week...its amazing to be adorned with your gifts. I am honored and encouraged by your interest and enthusiasm in my art.

I often look skyward too.

To the clouds when they are there.

To the pure colors of the air when they are not.

To experience the ever-changing nature heavenward.

The sky does not remain still.

Not even one fragment of a second.

Even in its quieter moments, turmoil.

It is always on the move.

And to the river.

There is never the same river.

Moment to moment it renews.

Every particle, branch, wave, current.

Sometimes flowing up.

Sometimes down.

Sometimes stalled.

Choked with ice chunks.

Often serene, so still, glass-like.

Reflective of the sky especially at sunset.

It catches fire around twilight even in winter.

Earth, river and sky too all ember-lit.

Like hearts.

Yours, mine, all of ours.

Churning, burning, icy, reflective.

Always on the move.

And its ships.

Silly, colorful, laden, determined.

Gliding up, sliding back down.

Heading to all kinds of places in the world.

Like my dreams.

Effortlessly hard at work.

Chugging along.

Horizon-bound.

I enjoy my daily doses of you.

Thank You For The Sky-Peter Barton 11/3/09

Stop the words now

10:15 am this morning

laying down with my sister today

As the trees let go of their leaves, making space for light in the dark.
I let go of my sisters ashes and gave them back to the wind, the sky, the earth, the sun today.

"Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out."-Rumi

4:15 this afternoon