#SecretDay What is #Sabbath
Secret Day, following the thread of 'What is Pressing': "The Exploratorium in the San Francisco Palace of Fine Arts was conceived under the leadership of physicist and teacher, Frank Oppenheimer (brother of J. Robert Oppenheimer). The story goes that Oppenheimer was expounding his vision during an early planning meeting. His expansive projections caused one amongst them to protest;
"But Frank, this is the real world."
"No it isn't," Frank replies, "We made it up."
Frank Oppenheimer, an Exploratorium biography states, "a knack for finding new ways to look at things... a respect for invention and play."
These qualities you must bring to the concept of a 'Secret Day'. The desire in me for a secret day was born out of this pressing from every side, which seemed to me [not native to this place] to be a very 'New World' American phenomenon..
I needed some deep relief. An hour here, half hour there, just wasn't cutting it. I needed a whole day.. a secret day.
The idea, in its moment of conceiving, elicited a distinct visceral response. My body unequivocally loved it (cherish the thought): the very idea brought an instant measure of relief, and to savor such a thought delighted me. So savor it I did, and, the more I savored it, the more real it became until it started to take form. I could feel it out there, sitting, I would say, somewhere between Wednesday and Thursday...
Can you imagine what this day feels like? It is very, very quiet but with that silence that has a sound; scintillating no-sound. It is significantly uninhabited by entities of distraction and confusion.; an exquisite mix of empty yet pregnant with promise.
Sensing the edges of this Secret Day, I feel a charged, breathless anticipation, like a child who is encouraged to wait just a little longer for the surprise, in an atmosphere where kindness prevails and special outcomes are assured.
I cannot fully explain how it first happened that the day came for real, but come it did.
The elf awoke upon a hill
and as she stirred the earth stood still
and as she breathed it moved again
but now upon a different plane
*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~
"How we greet the dawn is a measure of the freedom we have made for ourselves." #DavidWhyte in his book 'Crossing the Unknown Sea; Work As A Pilgrimage of Identity' <3
Excerpted from Guest At the Mouth of the Womb; A fibroid fable'
Secret Day, following the thread of 'What is Pressing': "The Exploratorium in the San Francisco Palace of Fine Arts was conceived under the leadership of physicist and teacher, Frank Oppenheimer (brother of J. Robert Oppenheimer). The story goes that Oppenheimer was expounding his vision during an early planning meeting. His expansive projections caused one amongst them to protest;
"But Frank, this is the real world."
"No it isn't," Frank replies, "We made it up."
Frank Oppenheimer, an Exploratorium biography states, "a knack for finding new ways to look at things... a respect for invention and play."
These qualities you must bring to the concept of a 'Secret Day'. The desire in me for a secret day was born out of this pressing from every side, which seemed to me [not native to this place] to be a very 'New World' American phenomenon..
I needed some deep relief. An hour here, half hour there, just wasn't cutting it. I needed a whole day.. a secret day.
The idea, in its moment of conceiving, elicited a distinct visceral response. My body unequivocally loved it (cherish the thought): the very idea brought an instant measure of relief, and to savor such a thought delighted me. So savor it I did, and, the more I savored it, the more real it became until it started to take form. I could feel it out there, sitting, I would say, somewhere between Wednesday and Thursday...
Can you imagine what this day feels like? It is very, very quiet but with that silence that has a sound; scintillating no-sound. It is significantly uninhabited by entities of distraction and confusion.; an exquisite mix of empty yet pregnant with promise.
Sensing the edges of this Secret Day, I feel a charged, breathless anticipation, like a child who is encouraged to wait just a little longer for the surprise, in an atmosphere where kindness prevails and special outcomes are assured.
I cannot fully explain how it first happened that the day came for real, but come it did.
The elf awoke upon a hill
and as she stirred the earth stood still
and as she breathed it moved again
but now upon a different plane
*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~
"How we greet the dawn is a measure of the freedom we have made for ourselves." #DavidWhyte in his book 'Crossing the Unknown Sea; Work As A Pilgrimage of Identity' <3
Excerpted from Guest At the Mouth of the Womb; A fibroid fable'
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