Krishna, The Unmanifest, Unborn, and Imperishable


Krishna denotes all manifestations of Bhagavān Viṣṇu — the carefree and effortlessly self-manifest personality who is the fountainhead of all-pervasive consciousness. But Nāma Kaumudī finishes its definition by stating that the word krishna specifically refers to someone who was “raised on Yaśodā’s breast.” So, although krishna refers to consciousness itself (brahman) and although it refers to Viṣṇu as the source of all consciousness (paramātmā) and the epitome of all personality (bhagavān), in the ultimate focus this word denotes a very specific form of Bhagavān: the one who is raised by the loving breast-milk of the queen of Vraja, Śrī Yaśodā Devī. Ultimately, the word krishna refers to the famous Gopa of Vṛndāvana whom the Bhāgavata Purāṇa lauds as the fountainhead of all Viṣṇus, who are themselves the fountainheads of all consciousness, which is the very substance of reality itself.

The most literal, basic meaning of krish- is simply, “pull.” Krishna- means “existence.” It has this meaning because existence is the tangible coagulation of consciousness, a structure pulled into place by consciousness’ gravity. The primary trait of Krishna is that he “pulls,” like a magnet, like gravity.


Krishna has already spoken of himself several times as the highest deva, one with Brahman, thus very much invoking the spirit of monotheism. Historically, there is a very strong emphasis on monotheism in the Abrahamic traditions. We hear the very subtle and powerful enunciation of monotheism in the Jewish Shema: “Hear, O Israel: the Lord our God is one Lord: and thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, with all thy soul, and with all thy might.” (Deuteronomy 6:4–5) This proclamation has had an enormous impact on Christianity and Islam as well. Monotheism is often considered by pious people and scholars in the West to be the acme of religious understanding. But no other religious notion has had a more pernicious consequence in creating bigotry and fanaticism than monotheism. Monotheism has resulted everywhere in “my-theism,” leading to warfare against other people’s religious forms. No one would say, “There is one God, and it is not my God but yours.” The late Nobel laureate Octavio Paz said, “We owe to monotheism many marvelous things, from cathedrals to mosques. But we also owe to it hatred and oppression. The roots of the worst sins of Western civilization—the Crusades, colonialism, totalitarianism—can be traced to the monotheistic mindset…. For a pagan, it was rather absurd that one people and one faith could monopolize the truth.”

Krishna’s monotheism is not of an exclusive sort that says “You must not worship any other god.” On the contrary, it is very inclusive. Of course, depending on the degree of understanding and the quality of one’s inner nature, a person may be inclined to worship this or that deva. But all the devas are included in Krishna and he blesses them all. “But whatever form any devotee with shraddhā (faith, respect) wishes to worship, I make that shraddhā firm and steady. Disciplined by that shraddhā, the devotees who worship those forms obtain their desires. In truth I myself give these to the devotees.” (7.21–22) It may be mentioned in passing that this inclusive aspect of the Hindu religion was much emphasized by Vivekananda, the great Hindu monk of India, in his speech at the Parliament of Religions in Chicago in 1893, and he quoted these shlokas from the Gita. It should also be mentioned with some sadness that in some Hindu quarters there is a tendency, often in reaction to exclusivist biblical religions, to make Krishna a sectarian God, in competition with other gods, but the Gita is nothing if not inclusive.

Krishna, as the Unmanifest, Unborn, and Imperishable, is not and cannot be revealed to all. Most of us are caught in the delusion of opposite—us and them, believers and infidels, good and evil, and the like—which arises from desire and hatred, attraction and repulsion; and this illusion arises right at birth, as Krishna says. (7.27) This could lead to a notion similar to “original sin” in Christianity, resulting in a deep sense of personal guilt. But it is possible to be free of this delusion of opposites and come to Krishna realizing that all action is Brahman. (7.29 and also 4.24) Those who know that Krishna is the supreme being (adhibhūta), the highest deva (adhidaiva), and the greatest yajna (adhiyajna) remember him even at the time of death and are united with him.


From The Bhagavad Gita by Ravi Ravindra © 2017 by Ravi Ravindra. Reprinted in arrangement with Shambhala Publications, Inc. Boulder, CO.

The Nativity – A Beautiful Light Within


What has become of Christmas? With the true meaning lost within the busy quest for self-gratification, there is little time to read of study the real meaning of Christmas, yet our very survival on this planet depends on us elevating our hearts and soul to another level, one where ME becomes we….The soul of man today dwells in unrelenting noise that drowns out all contact with that blissful inner harmony that can only be found in inner silence. This inner and mystical silence wherein the purest spiritual state can be achieved is the Silent Night…”


beauty of the arts

The Nativity

In the Christian story of the “Nativity”, the King of Kings as the Son of God is born in a stable among the beasts of burden. This most noble and glorious of Beings is depicted as being born in the most lowly of abodes. His room is a manger fit for animals, his bed is made of straw, his source of heat is the very breath of the beasts that so very wilfully share their quarters with him. The stable is not a castle or a mansion. The Shepherds are not noblemen and there are no servants waiting on him. Why does this most glorious, exalted and long awaited wonderful event transpire through such humility, modesty and lowliness? Why this event is called the Silent Holy Night?

This image of the divine child is a most beautiful symbol revealing very profound principles and truths. The stable sheltering the beasts represents the material aspect of our beings as that which belongs to the body, form and matter. It is that which belongs to the physical self, which houses the animal appetites and the desires of the senses. It corresponds to that which is the lowest aspects of our being, that which binds us to the earth. Just as the blooming of the beautiful sacred lotus flower on the surface of the waters has its roots below the surface anchored in the mud underneath, so too our highest spiritual understanding is rooted in that which is the lowest in us.

The comforting warmth given off by the breath of the beasts is allegorical of the alchemical fire of the vital force resident within every cell in our body. It is this fire that incubates the divine child within us. The darkness of the Holy Night represents the unconscious mind that has begun to be illuminated by a star which the Magi seek to behold and follow to the manger. If we meditate on this beautiful picture of the kings of the East adoring the Divine Child, we realize a beautiful image. The stable is no longer perceived as something lowly when divinity has found abode within it. The radiance of this infant as the unfolding and birthing of a man-god reveals the consummation of the alchemical wedding of heaven and earth. What a beautiful and sacred temple our lowly stable has become as we realize a most wonderful presence within its simple and humble manger! What a blessed and sacred temple the body of man truly is!

The soul of man today dwells in unrelenting noise that drowns out all contact with that blissful inner harmony that can only be found in inner silence. This inner and mystical silence wherein the purest spiritual state can be achieved is the Silent Night. If we keep vigil, and we receive the higher grace of God, then we will become conscious of that Holy Night, where we will perceive the star of the Magi and follow it to its crib in the manger as the inner depths of our beings, and there behold the new born Divine Infant representing our birth into a new and higher spirituality. In this way we will realize our own divinity as our inner master reveals himself and manifests his light into the world.

Merry Christmas and All Best Wishes to all. ~ Steven Kalec


Divine Memories Of Bhagwan Sri Sathya Sai Baba – TheTrueSai – Weebly



Everywhere around I am here with you. Find me in the Temple, find me in the walls, the floor, the nooks and crannies of every corner of the darshan hall – I am there. I permeate every inch of the ashram and all around even outside. I have not gone anywhere. Feel my darshan in the silence and the emptiness of the ashram’s  farthest corner for  I am there also!

My photo 2014

We couldn’t find anything for profound words – “I am not going anywhere” – those words almost silent, came so unexpected and out of context from the divine in human form one darshan morning,  left author Diana Baskin clueless for quite sometime until it dawned upon her, the greater truth, after bhagwan physically passed on. Read on Diana Baskin’s reminscence of the momentous revelation, published in Sanathana Sarathi, November 2011.   She writes:

“When swami left his body, he left a deep empty space in my heart and since that unforgettable day I have asked him to fill the steady pain of emptiness with his love. Swami, the heart core of our life swami became my guru when i first came to india in 1969, taking on the task of teaching me the principles of a spiritual life by building a solid foundation rooted in dharma. later, he became my mother, taking over the task of nurturing, acceptance and unconditional love. finally in 1979, Swami took the role of father by introducing me to my husband, Robert, performing our marriage ceremony and extending his strong hand of support and gentle loving guidance throughout our marriage. Swami was the heart core of our life. For the past 40 years, our life centred solely upon him and the anticipation of our trips to India that brought us in his physical presence was our nourishment. My husband and I were devastated and heartbroken as we lost all at once our guru, our mother and our father. but swami did not teach us to be weaklings and even in the midst of sorrow his teachings rushed to my side, giving me strength and support while gently reminding me that there was a limit to everything.


When the husband of our friend died, swami said to her that she could mourn his death but only for a short time; after that, she needed to let go of her sorrow. otherwise, she could not lead a purposeful and useful life. The last words of swami i understood intellectually on one level,  that to honour swami and his teachings, i needed to put them into practice, be a master of my emotions and keep my focus on positive and constructive thoughts. While this helped to some extent, it was not enough. I still longed to re-establish the direct heart-to-heart link with swami that gives joy to life.  Swami had not only foreseen the problem i would encounter but in his infinite compassion had given the solution, unbeknownst to me, shortly before leaving his physical body. one morning, after bhajans as swami was returning to his residence, his car stopped in front of me and as the driver lowered the window, swami motioned for me to come forward. His voice was decidedly faint and I had to lean into the car and read his lips to grasp his words. At the end of our brief conversation, he said something so unusual and out of context that i had to ask him to repeat it. these were the last words swami ever spoke to me. For the year that followed, I pondered his words and questioned their meaning but failed to find the reason why he voiced them at that time nor could i find any sort of veiled connotation they might imply.  It was not until a few weeks after swami passed, in the midst of great sorrow and mourning that like a thunderbolt from the heavens it hit me! not only did I understand what he meant from the deeper perspective of Advaita but a mere remembrance had the power to re-establish the precious heart-to-heart link and fill my heart with love. The powerful words of truth, love and wisdom that Swami sweetly whispered were: “i am not going anywhere.” ii samasta lokah sukhino bhavantu ii”


~The late Diana Baskin who died on 10 Oct. 2010


Thank You For The Light – – T S Eliot, ‘Choruses From The Rock’

leaves on the ground in my garden.. The Acer tree is a magnificant tree and never more so than in fall.


Christmas is just around the corner with only 9 days to go! The event of the year for people in Christian countries and a time for joy for those who look to a higher meaning than the usual “shop to you drop” attitude  that  has preceded  Christmas since the late 1950s. A small present for me was finding one of my favourite poems, “Anthem of light.”  Oddly enough after searching the Internet, I found it on my own blog, posted during November 2012.   Here too are some of my favourite photos from this year. Enjoy.



Quimper in Winter – Man with the Balloons

Little Brittany Village in Summer


The Road to Le Bon Repose – Brittany



O Light Invisible, we praise Thee!

Too bright for mortal vision.

O Greater Light, we praise Thee for the less;

The eastern light our spires touch at morning,

The light that slants upon our western doors at evening,

The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight,

Moon light and star light, owl and moth light,

Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade.

O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!

We thank Thee for the light that we have kindled,

The light of altar and of sanctuary;

Small lights of those who meditate at midnight

And lights directed through the coloured panes of windows

And light reflected from the polished stone,

The gilded carven wood, the coloured fresco.

Our gaze is submarine, our eyes look upward

And see the light that fractures through unquiet water.

We see the light but see not whence it comes.


O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!


– T S Eliot, ‘Choruses From The Rock’




Flower Shop reflections

Puttaparthi/Muddenahalli – The Towns of Lost Love – Sathya Sai Baba Memories


Dark, rain, garden gate ajar
I leave without kisses…
the taxi wheels spraying dirty water
as it goes under the arches
of the town of lost love…
nearly everyone asleep
or dead.

I am full of Emptiness,
the promised void of the Buddha
for those who give up attachment
and now only witness
or remember.

Dark, rain, garden gate ajar
No afflictive emotions,,
such as sorrow, terror,
or murderous jealousy
disturb the stillness
that absorbs me.

At the airport I walk with the living
into the belly of God.
The first meal I’m served
is a big, fat roll
stuffed with masala,
onions, and potatoes.

I eat the remaining bits of India
washing down our first night
and our last night
with coffee
hot as tears.

Dark, rain, garden gate ajar…’s Puttaparthi Abode

The True Sai website is presently on line to provide all information on the Muddenahalli scam and what is being done about it.



In the small town of Puttaparthi,  home of the late Sathya Sai Baba, the times are a changing. It has grown and is no longer cheap to visit, unless there’s room in the ashram for you to stay. Hotels have sprung up and so have the tarriffs, even flats to rent come at a high price.  The once sleepy South India village has grown and now has become a pilgrimage centre for Sathya Sai Baba devotees, although it appears somewhat lonely, without the old magic of Sathya Sai Baba being present. They were magical times! A time most of us do not want to forget. Although,  there are some who have forgotten those days and now chase after the fake Madhusudan in Muddenahalli calling him, “Swami.” How can this ex -student with limited mental faculties and a huge ego besides, be Swami?  One cannot even imagine. Those fake devotees are still living in Puttaparthi, where they are actively persuading others to join them on their frequent visits to darshan of  Madhusudan. Unfortunately they are openly tolerated in Puttaparthi. Why I do not know!  The ex-student tells everyone he is the one person on planet Earth who can both hear and see the late Sai Baba at any given moment. He claims that the real mission of  “Sai” is carried out through him alone! He has elevated himself to the position of a new “God.”  This is nonsense of course.  Swami said “Life is a game, play it”, but games have rules and the Muddenahalli  Fraud Squad are NOT playing by the rules set forth by Swami. Those of us who stand up for the TRUTH by pointing out the discrepancies between the Muddenahalli  crew’s actions and Swami’s teachings are like the child who declared, “The Emperor has no clothes!” and nailed the deception that everyone knew but were afraid to say.

Swami in his 40’s

In Swami’s time these fake devotees would have been banned. He never tolerated for a minute anyone who broke rules or whom he felt unfit to stay in Puttaparthi. I remember on one occasions in 1994 when He was staying in Whitefield. Swami, one afteroon, called us in for an interview. Most of those present were Westerners. There must has been around 400 of us. He spoke about many issues but the one he concentrated on the most, was the one I took to heart – the topic of flitting from guru to guru. He said: “do not go from guru to guru – do not waste your time or their time. You will learn nothing. You will only make of yourself a spiritual prostitute. Do not make yourself into such a low person. Do not become a spiritual prostitute! Stay with Swami if you want me to be your guru. I will help you and keep you safe.”

 He eventually banned a number of persons for being less than sincere. When He banned people, it was for life. Swami kept to his boundaries and most of us abided by his wishes.


A friend wrote:


“The Muddenahalli Misleadership, although they may have been placed in excellent roles close to Swami due to boons from good deeds in past births, have squandered their “longed-for-by-the-gods” good fortune by turning a deaf ear to what Swami so pointedly cautioned us about when He was in  His Form; that is, to never collect money in His Name and to run away from anyone who professes to be the “go-between” for Swami and His devotees. Swami has made it abundantly clear that His connection to His devotees is direct, Heart to heart, no go-between EVER necessary.

The Muddenahalli Fraud Squad Misleadership are preying on the naive, the ignorant and the egotistical, traveling the world in First Class style, but soliciting funds like beggars! They are appealing to peoples’ EGOS by telling them that “only the top 20% of devotees” will see Swami’s “Lightbody” and follow (that Fraud) Madhusudan. And they twist Swami’s very words, homogenizing them so as to make their blatantly fraudulent actions palatable to those who don’t know any better or do not care investigate the Truth.

This is how they are performing their “duties” in the name of the late Sathya Sai Baba!



Photos of the Muddenahalli Impersonator and Plan Master, Isaac Tigrett:


Madhusudan as a student:


Isaac Tigrett – enjoying life in the ashram during Swami’s last years. He was given a spacious flat to live, also  a seat in the front of all others on the verandah.




Terry has written a heartfelt letter on leaving Puttparthi which I share here.  (Towns parthi – Puttaparthi and MDH – Muddenahalli.)

“I could no longer afford to live there. As a tourist I could not earn money. I had a small pension that helped me but it was not enough to cover my increasing costs of living in Parthi. I came home to be close to my mother and siblings and my children and grandchildren who need me in their lives right now. No one in Parthi needed me for anything and I got more than 50 hate mails a week! People would cross the street when they saw me. MDH believers roam freely through the town. They eat in the canteens and preach about Madhu who they believe to be God. No one stops them. They do not have to report their overnight stays at MDH to the authorities and strut through town confident that soon MDH and Parthi will be one organization. Letters to the Trusts, to Prasanthi Council, and people who I thought would help us understand the problem have gone unanswered, not just ones I write, but dozens of devotees tell me they do not get as much as a peep of a reply.

I worked so hard and wanted to alert people, many of whom were my dearest friends and still are, to the dangers of MDH Frauds, to expose them. Being a woman and a non-Hindu continued to create obstacles in day-to-day affairs. I would only get a few likes on my reports. The most I ever got was 100 once. Devotees, real devotees, also did not support my work. They are quick to scold me and complain that I am not capable of understanding Swami’s teachings.

Meanwhile, writing about MDH showed me how few people truly care to adhere to Swami’s teachings. They want tinsel and trash as He called material things….promotions in their jobs, good marriages for their offspring; and do not understand at all the meaning of the three zeroes Swami taught as a requirement for liberation…Loss of Health, Wealth, and Reputation. Frankly, it is so obvious that reading the Avatar’s teachings did not, and does not, interest them.
No one forced me out. I left to be of use in a place where people need me, my work, my insight, my forthrightness, and my LOVE. I hope this helps you understand that once Swami is within us and there is no separation, wherever we are is the right place. He showed me that being abused and hated by so-called devotees is not the way He wants me, or anyone else, to be treated. Earning money was a necessity as well. I ran out of funds in the new “use only plastic” economy and could no longer afford to live in such a costly environment. The two events happened simultaneously. HAHAHAHAH No use of plastic bags allowed, but you must use plastic money cards….”

Meanwhile to end of Sai Baba’s famous words:  “Follow The Master; Face the devil; Fight to the end; Finish the goal.”



Might add: Madhusudan and others. ~ On their last visit to Ca. They told people that the “invisible”  or Lightbody of  Sai Baba had instructed them through Madhusudan, to buy land in Ca. to build an Ashram in his name. They even went ahead with a fire ceremony to mark this important occasion.  Oddly enough it is right there in the fire belt, at Los Gatos, in the hills above San Francisco . Would the real and true Sathya Sai Baba tell them to buy land to build an ashram in his name on ground that would be burned to a cinder within a few months?  Does not ring true to me!



An offering  of Flowers To Sathya Sai Baba

The Wonders of Bayeux – Photography

photos by Eve



Construction of Bayeux Cathedral began in the Roman period, under Bishop Hugues, to continue under William the Conqueror’s brother, Bishop Odo (11th Century). Following serious fire damage during the 12th Century, the cathedral was rebuilt in Gothic style in the 13th Century. Construction of the central tower began in the 15th Century, under Bishop Louis d’Harcourt, to be completed only in the 19th Century following major work by Eugène Flachat.




Excerted from an interview with Ram Dass. A Conversation with Ram Dass by David Ulrich 2017 for Parabola Magazine.

“The soul is not part of the incarnation. It comes into the incarnation. And the soul is not afraid of death because it has done it so many times. And now the ego is individual, and the world at this moment is ruled by nations which are egos. And I find, for example, that the United Nations is very ineffective. But then what would we substitute? We could substitute wise beings from different religions or different states—philosopher kings, if you will.

If you want oneness in society, you have to teach people to go inside instead of going outside, because if they want peace, they need to find it within. I remember being at a peace rally. Everybody was yelling, “PEACE PEACE!” That isn’t peace!  Peace is inside, in me and in everybody else. If you want peace, you go down in.”


Sometimes a visit to a catheral like the one in Bayeux can also bring you down into the heart. The tranquility and sacred atmosphere of this beautiful interior – once the crowds have left – can be felt. It is easy to sit down and breathe deeply and find that peace in the depths of your own sacred being. We stayed for three glorious days but three days is not enough to discover all the wonderful sites in this special Normandy town. Today I offer some of my photos of the elegant cathedral in Bayeux. 












This photo is provided by the Calvados Tourist Office. Photo from the crypt.

 My photo was does not have the same clarity .


Halloween – “The Spirit In The Tree” – Can You See It?


Spirit in the tree – the face in the bark, forehead,eyes,nose and lips, and neck. – Best seen from a distance.









SPIRIT IN THE TREE – For Real And Not trick photography!


From my original thoughts on seeing the face in the bark.


“I don’t know what is happening here. Certainly, I had nothing to do with it. Today, out walking in the local park of the Chateau Tronjoly just down from our home, I was  busy taking photos for “My House” album, when something very odd took my attention.  I saw a face in the bark of an ancient tree.  So here’s what I saw, or what I thought I saw and that is a youngish woman staring back at me. You too may see the face if you look at the photographs  long enough.   I haven’t  changed these photos other than lighten them up a bit.  The  manifestation  occurred  while I was walking down the back of the Chateau,  following the steam as it meandered past the old  ruins of coach-house where upon I found two unusual trees. I had not noticed them before, nor their unusual shape. There is a label on each tree. although I could not read what is written there.

The trees themselves are ancient. I would dare to say they were probably planted hundreds of years ago. The original Chateau dates from the 13th Century. The trees have not been touched or damaged due to their superb location near the Chateau and thus protected.  On my first encounter with the trees, I took long distance photos at first then I moved forward to take an up close.” I pointed my camera and was amazed by what I saw  looking back at me there in the ancient moss covered bark.  Staring at me a nympth like  face!  In real life (3D) it was much clearer than in these photos. Still you can see a likeness to a nympth  in the trunk of the tree,  when leaning away from the computer. The forehead, nose and lips, and neck are clearly defined. The face is so clear and spirit like, the eyes, looking outward – half open, half closed. I moved around the bark on the tree but the face remained clear. I took about six pictures, all  they are extremely clear on my camera, although not so clear up on this screen.  I am not surprised to see such things here in this part of Brittany, so renowned for its spirit like beings, ancient druids and  medieval ceremonies etc. The face is not carved. The bark is natural although he trees are under protection.” ~ eve








Here is some light reading on Tree Spirits



I have always believed in tree spirits. It just makes sense.  There has been much written about them from way back.  It is believed that spirits and ghosts use trees as a dwelling place when visiting the earth. This theory goes way back to the Old Testament where there are references to “sacred groves”. The early Celts, Romans and Egyptians all believed in tree spirits. The Egyptians believed that it was deities who occupied their trees. In India, shrines have actually been built under trees to gain the favor of a revered spirit. Many have believed that if you cut down a tree with a spirit dwelling in it, you will lose your life. The Celts believe that all trees have spirits. Some of the more common “spirit” trees would be ash, apple, cedar, oak, cherry and pine to name a few. Each of these trees are said to host a particular type of spirit. Are these just superstitions? Perhaps, but I continued my search for answers.

There is said to be a famous haunted tree in Gilberton, Alabama in the United States. A woman named Linnie Jenkins claimed to hear strange noises and crying coming from her pecan tree which was located on her front lawn. It attracted media attention, and by 1981 thousands of people from all over the country came to see the mystical tree. It was discovered that the house had been built on the site of an old Indian graveyard, and many believed the cries heard were from those Indians who had died.

Have you ever heard of Huna? Huna is a philosophy of ancient Hawaiian magical shamanism and healing. In Huna, it is believed that everything is “alive, responsive and aware” therefore everything has a spirit. Huna teaches that spirits are connected even if they are of different life forms. For instance, human spirits connect more closely with other human spirits. But, human spirits connect with animal spirits as well, especially dogs and horses. Huna states that human spirits also have a very spiritual link to the tree. This may be the
reason why so many people are distraught when a tree is destroyed. For reasons unknown to us, we form a connection to it. Wisdom can be gained from trees, especially old trees. Supposedly, tree spirits act as guardians and protectors. How often has a person taken comfort in leaning against a tree trunk or lying on the ground beneath its branches? This brings to mind the children’s story The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. Even the book Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien, refers to tree spirits.

Body Mind and Soul – That’s my Garden!


Raked the leaves again this morning. I raked them the day before yesterday too. There are so many now. They rain down in all their rich shades of gold and crimson. Odd when they fall, they twis and twirl then lightly land on the now bare wooded shrubs. So for a short time, like every year, the garden has turned to a reddish, brownish and golden flurry of colour that is quite mystical in many ways.  Looking towards the sky the falling leaves appear like a kaleidoscope when shaken as they tumble down. For me It means a long time spent outside, clearing not only leaves also  broken branches and clearing bracken or pulling weeds. The hard part is lugging everything over to the large old white sacks and filling them to be deposed of. I love the crackle of the leaves under my feet as I walk to fill the bags. The whimsical way small bits of fallen branches lay on and around the garden path are a delight but some would say a mess.  The real magic of this time of year are the hundreds of mushrooms growing among the clutter. More than last year, they just pop up on old tree stumps and between the slate and in shaded areas of grass. I love the smell of the earth this time of year too, its just so sweet after the rain. Especially in that part of the garden that remains untouched. There, the earth is fresh and full of ground covers and where beetles and spiders are busy about their day.  The freshness of this untouched beauty, makes me think of Eden – who knows it may have originated here. I feel this will be our last autumn in the house and although I want to go, I will miss the sweet earth – the smell of bracken and broken mushrooms. The songbirds as they  chirp up high in the trees. My, what a wonderful thing a garden is. ~ Eve


photos from my garden.






today in the garden



Another View


I would not call this meditation, sitting in the back garden. Maybe I would call it eating light on a summer’s day. Mystical traditions recognize two kinds of practice: apophatic mysticism, which is the dark surrender of Zen, the Via Negativa of John of the Cross, and kataphatic mysticism, less well defined: an openhearted surrender to the beauty of creation. Maybe Francis of Assissi was, on the whole, a kataphatic mystic, as was Thérèse of Lisieux in her exuberant momemnts: but the fact is, kataphatic mysticism has low status in religious circles. Francis and Thérèse were made, really made, any mother superior will let you know, in the dark nights of their lives: no more of this throwing off your clothes and singing songs and babbling about the shelter of God’s arms.

Mary Rose O’Reilley, The Barn at the End of the World