|Headless Heron, Lamprey River 5/30/15|
CC Jean Stimmell
the headless heron
|Bald Cypress in Congaree National Park|
CC Jean Stimmell: March 2015
|Photograph in the Concord Monitor (5/22/15) of a patrol of U.S. troops during WWII|
picking its way through the blasted ruins of St. Lo, France,
yet another casualty of war.
CC Jean Stimmell: Vietnam 1966
|Springtime Solarized in Hades|
CC Jean Stimmell: May 18.2018
Figure of Seated Goddess
Late Bronze Age: 14th.-13th century B.C.
Syria-Levant Culture: Canaanite*
The Great Spirit of Pawtuckaway
Giant 20 foot high boulder
CC Jean Stimmell: 5/15/15
We've committed crimes against nature and humanity for the sake of more and more energy, more destructive capacity. We've taken too much out of the sea and put back into it toxic wastes and mercury and oil spills. These come back in the fish we eat and poison us. The majority of humanity has lost its connection to the sacred, the numinous and the mysteries. There is a loss of awe and gratitude to the spirit of the earth. We're soiling our own nest, the earth's spirit responds with earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes, fires, floods, cyclones and tsunamis. Every way she can slap us about, wake us up, remind us we are not gods. The earth is not our servant and not our resource. She is our only home.
– Quote by Naomi Lowinsky in Psychological Perspectives
|Stylized Staircase of Destiny: 5/7/15 Long Sands, York ME|
CC Jean Stimmell
|Photo shot by passerby: Shanghai, China: 5/2/14*|
CC Jean Stimmell: 5/6/15
A space to share my writing, images, and quotations around indigenous, philosophical, sustainable, and spiritual themes to facilitate dialogue and encourage creative exploration.
These "poetic essays" give primacy to artfulness over the conveying of information. They forsake narrative line, discursive logic, and the art of persuasion in favor of idiosyncratic meditation...
The lyric essay does not expound. It may merely mention…Generally it is short, concise and punchy like a prose poem. But it may meander, making use of other genres when they serve its purpose: recombinant, it samples the techniques of fiction, drama, journalism, song, and film [or image]…
The lyric essay often accretes by fragments, taking shape mosaically - its import visible only when one stands back and sees it whole. The stories it tells may be no more than metaphors. Or, storyless, it may spiral in on itself, circling the core of a single image or idea, without climax...
Perhaps we're drawn to the lyric now because it seems less possible (and rewarding) to approach the world through the front door, through the myth of objectivity. The life span of a fact is shrinking… We turn to the artist to reconcoct meaning from the bombardments of experience… For more, click on: Lyric Essay
Every thought, emotion, intention, attitude... shapes how our experience will unfold. This means that every single moment of consciousness is a moment of practice, whether we like it or not. We are practicing to become ourselves. (Olendzki in Tricycle)