Wisdom From Fractals

by Celia Coates Last week Brenda Molloy sent an email that I wanted to open immediately. Brenda is an artist who works with fractals to create stunningly beautiful images. (You can find her two earlier posts by clicking on “By Author” at the top of the Home Page.) In the email she wrote, “This week…

Dreams and Messages

By Ellen Carroll I have learned that everything is connected and I am at peace with not knowing how everything will tie together because life has taught me that at the right time, it will be revealed. Many years ago, my good friend Elaine died from cancer. The night of her passing, she came to…

Suiseki, Or Japanese Viewing Stones

By BJ Ledyard I fell in love with Suiseki at the Huntington Library, Gardens, and Museum.  After Christmas every year the local Viewing Stone Group, Aiseki Kai, had a show in the Entrance Pavilion.  The Huntington is our local venue for family visiting Los Angeles, but I visited even in the years we had no…

Reflections on Beauty and Creativity

By Brian Luke Seaward The best time of year to see the northern lights above the arctic circle is during the weeks around the Spring and Fall equinoxes. I was once told that the phenomenon has something to do with the position of the Earth’s axis and the geomagnetic storms of electrons coming from the…

“Love All Around”

By Brenda Molloy Fractals are repeating, self-similar patterns that can be found throughout nature – in the branching of trees or the veins in our bodies, in the tributaries that create a river, in the spiral curve of a fern head or a nautilus shell, and in the seed head of a sunflower. The list…

When Everything Is Spiritual

By Celia Coates Rob Bell’s book, EVERYTHING IS SPIRITUAL, has the subtitle: “Who We Are and What We’re Doing Here.” That subtitle made it the kind of book I’m really interested in reading. It turned out to be a wise and iconoclastic page-turner, an unusual book for a Christian pastor to have written. His ideas…

Gifts for a New Year

By Celia Coates I had been wondering how to begin this new year in WINN, a year that everyone is hoping will be better than the dark and troubled year just past. Then, within days of each other, two gifts arrived – first, a photograph that my sister, Judith Sellers, had taken in her garden…

The Raven’s Gift

By Gilah Yelin Hirsch Having read the last post by Judy and Jack, I found myself remembering well the process ­­and emotion of leaving one’s personal forest. It took weeks for me to say thank you and goodbye to all the flora and fauna I had come to know intimately in Tonto National Forest, just…

Finding Quiet

First the story, then some comments: It was late at night. All little children were in their beds, fast asleep. All except one. The night wind brushed against a window. “Shh-h-h,” whispered the wind. “Go to sleep.” But the child could not fall asleep. Outside, on the branch of a tree, Mockingbird was singing.  “Mockingbird,”…

The Guru: A Story by S. Gustavo Levy

Robert was devastated after his divorce. “At least,” he thought, “there are no children.” He tried devoting more time to his job as an accountant, but he was not deriving any pleasure from dealing with numbers and accounting entries. He loved history, scientific matters and classical music, but it wasn’t enough. Life appeared devoid of…

Meeting the Lizard

By Frank DiPerna Driving from Zacatecas to San Louis Potosi I did more daydreaming than photographing as miles of cactus fields drifted past. It was about mid-day, the sky slightly overcast, the light bright. The air was a little chilly and the wind light. I was thinking of photographing something I had seen a couple…