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This blog began when I lost my eye to cancer. It has become far more than a record of that experience as my life continues to unfold. Do these things change us? Oh, yes.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

MOTHERS ALL: A PHOTO GALLERY

BUDDHA MOTHER

MOTHER GOOSE
MOTHER MARY
MOTHER NATURE
ANDY WARHOL'S MOTHER
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The Journey

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

© Mary Oliver.

Man On Wire

Man On Wire
A beautiful documentary: recommended!

About Me

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Claudia Hayes Hagar
i live near lake michigan and there are woods around my little house. It is beautiful here. I have a little dog named Bella. I have two grown up kids, one in New Orleans and the other in Chicago. I am a baby boomer. As Bob Dylan said, "I was so much older then. I'm younger than that now."
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a poem from TRAVELING MERCIES by Annie Lamott

Listen
with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the bridge to bow from the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water looking out
in different directions

back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are saying thank you
after the news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you
in a culture up to its chin in shame
living in the stench it has chosen we are saying thank you

over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the back door
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
in the banks that use us we are saying thank you
with the crooks in office with the rich and fashionable
unchanged we go on saying thank you thank you

with the animals dying around us
our lost feeling we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us like the earth
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
we are saying thank you and waving
dark though it is

--w.s. merwin

FALL READING LIST: GREAT FINDS from the bookstore and beyond

  • STILL HERE, by Ram Dass
  • FUN BEING ME, by Jack Wiler
  • PROCEED AND B E BOLD: RURAL STUDIO AFTER SAMUEL MOCKBEE
  • EVERYTHING THAT RISES: A BOOK OF CONVERGENCES by Lawrence Weschler
  • ORIGINAL SELF, by Thomas Moore

from Kabir, Indian mystic poet

Friend, hope for the truth while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive!...
What you call "salvation" belongs to the time before death.
If you don't break your ropes while you are alive,
do you think ghosts will do it after?
The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic
just because the body is rotten--
that is all fantasy.
What is found now is found then. 
If you find nothing now, you will simply end up with
an empty apartment in the City of Death.
If you make love with the divine now, in the next life you will have the face of satisfied desire.

the spiritual path: summer reading list

  • THE UNIVERSE IN AN ATOM, by the Dalai Lama
  • LEGACY OF THE HEART, by R. Muller
  • THE TAO OF TEACHING, by Greta Nagel, PhD
  • ONE DHARMA, by Joseph Goldstein
  • WHEN THINGS FALL APART, by Pema Chodron
  • A PATH WITH HEART, by Jack Kornfield

Traveling Buddha

Traveling Buddha
A favorite face at my dad's house

HAAC/HOPE ARTS CAMP : AUGUST 11-22

HAAC/HOPE ARTS CAMP : AUGUST 11-22
I"m proud to be a part of this camp, whi ch is now in it's fifth year. Hope art students get some practice and area kids get to be creative. And, I get to be right in the middle of it all, which is where I love to be...:)

the road to shambhala

the road to shambhala

take off those shoes!

take off those shoes!

at the hop!

at the hop!

Ian flying at the sock hop

Ian flying at the sock hop

from norman mailer

"there was this law of life, so cruel and so just, which demanded that one must grow or else pay more for remaining the same."

Where the Wild Things Are

Where the Wild Things Are
my favorite book about courage

Night Letter to theReader by Billy Collins

Night Letter to the Reader

I get up from the tangled bed and go outside,
a bird leaving the nest,
a snail taking a holiday from its shell,

but only to stand on the lawn,
an ordinary insomniac
amid the growth systems of garden and woods.

If I were younger, I might be thinking
about something I heard at a party,
about an unusual car,

or the press of Saturday night,
but as it is, I am simply conscious,
an animal in pajamas,

sensing only the pale humidity
of the night and the slight zephyrs
that stir the tops of the trees.

The dog has followed me out
and stands a little ahead,
her nose lifted as if she were inhaling

the tall white flowers,
visible tonight in the darkened garden,
and there was something else I wanted to tell you,

something about the warm orange light
in the windows of the house,
but now I am wondering if you were even listening

and why I bother to tell you these things
that will never make a difference,
flecks of ash, tiny chips of ice.

but this is what I want to do--
tell you that up in the woods
a few night birds were calling,

the grass was cold and wet on my bare feet,
and that at one point, the moon,
looking like the top of Shakespeare's

famous forehead,
appeared, quite unexpectedly,
illuminating a band of moving clouds.


This poem does what all good art does-it makes my heart fill as I recognize myself in it, and I say, "yes! that is exactly it!" and I realize once again that I need to tell you so many things. I feel inspired. Alive.
There are not enough hours.

daffodils

daffodils
thank you to whovever left them for me on my doorstep yesterday...they are so beaufiul.

MARTHA GRAHAM by andy warhol

MARTHA GRAHAM by andy warhol
see it at the GRAM til June

april 15 out with the girls

april 15 out with the girls

Necklace creators

Necklace creators

Necklace from Karla's Place

Necklace from Karla's Place

a first grader at Waukazoo

a first grader at Waukazoo
the glory of paint!

from picasso

If I don't have red, I use blue.

from Marcel Proust

"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes, but in having new eyes."

"St Francis and the Sow", by Galway Kinnell

The bud
stands for all things,
even for those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers from within,
of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers from within, of self-blessing.

From HIDDEN SPRINGS: A BUDDHIST WOMAN FACES CANCER

Our life's work is to see what we have been given to wake up.
--pema chodron

Friends & Favorites

  • Annie's Blog
  • Video About Prosthetic Eyes
  • Video About Prosthetic Eyes II

a note from Kevin Griffin, author and spritual leader from Shambhala

Claudia,

I'm sorry to hear you're having this very rough illness. I'm glad that the Shambhala retreat has helped. Staying in the present is so important when dealing with something so scary and challenging. Also, realizing that there's no "right way" to go through this--that all your feelings, thoughts, and reactions are appropriate. Try to be very kind to yourself, internally and externally. I am doing lovingkindness prayers for you--

Much love and blessings,

Kevin

from Pema Chodron--

"When you begin to touch your heart or let your heart be touched, you begin to discover that it's bottomless, that it doesn't have any resolution, that this heart is huge, vast, and limitless.  YOu begin to dicover how much warmth and gentleness is there, as well as how much space."

a good quote...

"At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person.  Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us."

Albert Schweitzer


...and this is why we all need each other, folks.

Bella in the ER!

Bella in the ER!

5:47 am

5:47 am

shambhala lodge

shambhala lodge

shambhala sky

shambhala sky

joan

joan

tory

tory

favorite places

  • VIMEO
  • http://www.morning-earth.org/ARTISTNATURALISTS/AN_Goldsworthy.html
  • http://www.moma.org/
  • Ram Dass

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