The Holiness of Truth
I, personally, tend to find God more easily outside the church than in. It’s taken me a very long time to feel like I could say those words out loud, let alone write them. But they are true, and I believe there is a holiness in truth, no matter how hard it is to say or face or hear.
“If you ask me to show you God, I will point to the sun, or a tree, or a worm.
But if you say, ‘You mean, then, that God is the sun, the tree, the worm, and all other things?’—
I shall have to say that you have missed the point entirely.”
- Alan Watts
Barefoot
I walked outside in the warm autumn morning and stood barefoot, moved across a bed of soft leaves and looked up through limbs into the clouds, took in the earth around me. There is a magic in that, standing bare feet to bare ground; a connection to the earth that can’t be explained in any words or experienced in any other way, can only be felt on naked feet.
I find myself often in the same places making the same photographs. And sometimes I think to myself, “Am I really going to make these same photos? Again?” But the answer is almost always yes. Because isn't that what meditation is? The practice of coming to the same space, but taking away something new; the learning to see more clearly and listen more deeply and be more fully in the present. These photos are the grasping at something that can never be held, and yet making them brings me to where I need to be.
