Sunday, March 21, 2010

"Call and Response"




24 The Lord is my shepherd;
WE ALL NEED GUIDANCE AND SUPPORT, THO
I shall not want.
ABUNDANCE IS NOT ALWAYS RECOGNIZABLE:
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
YET, SANCTUARY IS ALWAYS OFFERED.
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
SACRED SPACE IS MADE AVAILABLE,
3 He restoreth my soul:
AND IN CONTEMPLATIVE DIALOGUE: PERHAPS SOLACE.
he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
WE DARE BEYOND THE CONFINES OF HABIT,
for his name's sake.
CONSIDERING OUR LOVED ONES AS UNIQUE.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of
the shadow of death,
AS WE GRAPPLE WITH THE UNIMAGINABLE,
I will fear no evil:
LET US EMBRACE ALSO SAFETY.




for thou art with me;
IN DESPAIR; STILL, I AM NOT ALONE.
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
ASSISTANCE IS IN PLACE TO HELP NAVIGATE
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
THROUGH THE COMPLEX LANDSCAPE OF EMOTIONS.
thou anointest my head with oil;
MY THOUGHTS MAY FIND CLARITY,
my cup runneth over.
EVEN AS I FEEL OVERWHELMED.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the
days of my life:
WE ARE ALL PILGRIMS ON A SIGNIFICANT JOURNEY:
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
for ever.
IN SPIRIT, WE ARE NEVER HOMELESS.


Images:

1. "Towards Sheryl's House - 6:50 AM"© 2010
Watercolor on paper

2. "Towards Sheryl's House - 11:30 AM"© 2010
Watercolor on paper

Paintings/Modified Text
by Tom Schulz


WE ARE MOST ALIVE IN A CALL AND RESPONSE UNIVERSE
EMPATHINC.



Friday, March 5, 2010

"Courage and Genesis (for Phoebe)"



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"New Again (for Phoebe)"© 2010
Video Sketch
From "The Systemic Amazement Factorial"©


I wait patiently for her arrival......sensing then the vibrations of her heels as she traverses the wood lot now swept clean. I have waited the season through: the one time when she allows me to lay fallow, though she knows well that I do not sleep even covered as I often am with the various blankets of snow and ice or quilted down / sewn leaf and twig.

I wait patiently for her to plunge her hands in through my permeable surface - her viable electricity charging through my loam. Every moment had waiting now forgotten, for though my time is of star time, it can just as well leech away. And o'er this echo of eons I had no connection save roots and rocks and given what comes as passing, even they could filter away from memories topology.

But this one was different. She coaxes me into me being my very best and has brought me a richness I can barely contain, so that I spill out into the beyond of me. She has cultured me and cultivated me. Her's was not the wish to tame me. And I love her for what she brings to me and I love her enough to take from her. And I love her for what I may offer her and she loves me enough to take from me.

So she casts seeds and buries cuttings. Furrows in tubers of the moon. And I bring her wild things; creasy, nettle, lions, fiddlers. And bloodroot for the echo of the beauty she herself tarries by.









Images:


1. "Root Labyrinth - 6:45 AM"© 2010
Watercolor on paper

2. "Towards Sheryl's House - Almost Seven"© 2010
Watercolor on paper

Paintings/Text/Video
by Tom Schulz




THERE MAY BE NO GREATER SHOW OF COURAGE THAN TO BEGIN AGAIN AND AGAIN. IT IS THE EXAMPLE SET BY THE VERY WORLD THAT CHURNS AND VIBRATES AND RISES UP INTO THE LIGHT AND NESTLES DOWN INTO THE DARKNESS. IT IS IN THE OPPORTUNITIES OF YOUR SMILE. MY LAUGHTER. THE TRAGEDIES OF UNFATHOMABLE LOSS. THE SILHOUETTES OF THE NEIGHBORS PINES ACROSS THE WAY.

COURAGE AND GENESIS.