One Foot, Then Another

The Dissolution of Wall Street (M.A. Reilly, 2009)

A simple thought for the day:

The Navajo Night Way Ceremony

Night (M.A. Reilly, 2008)

The Navajo Night Way Ceremony

In beauty                                       may I walk
All day long                                    may I walk
Through the returning seasons                   may I walk
Beautifully I will possess again
Beautifully birds
Beautifully joyful birds
On the trail marked with pollen                 may I walk
With grasshoppers about my feet                 may I walk
With dew about my feet                          may I walk
With beauty                                     may I walk
With beauty before me                           may I walk
With beauty behind me                           may I walk
With beauty above me                            may I walk
With beauty all around me                       may I walk
In old age, wandering on a trail of beauty,
                                    lively,     may I walk
In old age, wandering on a trail of beauty,
                              living again,     may I walk
It is finished in beauty
It is finished in beauty

Imagining A to Z: Y is for Yell and Be Silly

Y is for Yell and Be Silly

 At the center of this post is one word: verb.

I. Be a verb.
Yell.
Be silly.

Out of that, imagination rises.

Buckminster Fuller:

I live on Earth at present,
and I don't know what I am.
I know that I am not a category.
I am not a thing -- a noun.
I seem to be a verb,
an evolutionary process --
an integral function of the universe.

II. Find a new way to walk.

When my son was a toddler, I can remember we would play and replay this video any number of times and dance crazy around the house and often out the door.  As we lived at that time on a main road I suspect we were quite the spectacle. It was liberating: the silliness, the dancing, the joy, the being verbs, not nouns.




III. Find another way.



IV. Make your walk into a poem.



V. Take a stroll.