Facing the window overlooking the garden
I am blindfolded,
a veil over my eyes.
Taken into this darkest of rooms, I wonder
If I am blindfolded…how am I seeing in this darkness?
My heart has been opened Continue reading
Author Archives: Jana H White
Forgiveness
On my walk through the woods this morning due east, the sun shone straight into my eyes, blinding me, until the path curved and the low winter sun was hidden behind trees. The path wound alongside a stand of white pine. They grew tall with a dense under story of dead branches at odd angles. Impassable. Continue reading
Stillness
All you see is the glow from the warming fire
The cold night
the bright moon
your breath in the air
Stillness
I often pull myself together in the YWCA pool, swimming laps… water therapy. I joined the Y initially to cure my fear of deep water. I can float and swim but for some reason when I try to tread water I sink to just above my nose. For months I dangled around in the deep end with a very large floaty. Then I discovered swim fins. Continue reading
Working with Quantum physics
Light is both a particle and a wave.
An insight is a piece of the whole, a particle of light.
Insights, however, move in waves in all directions.
There is no linear pathway to truth.
It wasn’t until I became more familiar with the basic principles of quantum physics that I was able to approach a more unified understanding of the material being worked on.
I went to the library and checked out three or four of the most readable books on quantum physics available. As I was reading about the uncertainty principle and wave particle theory, various aspects of the material I’d been working on began to fall into place. My grasp of quantum physics remains elemental. However, the introduction to its basic principles allowed me to grasp the concepts I was seeing. Continue reading
Archetypes
Winding down
inside the mountain.
Fingers tracing the edge of shadows
Trusting
this is leading
to air and light.
Spinning slowly
arms freed from gravity’s holding
into the deep.
I used to think archetypes were stories we collectively tell ourselves that eventually, over time, become the fabric of our personal considerations, but now I understand they are more like skin. More real, more intimate than the clothes we wear to define us. More intrinsically ours. The calluses, wrinkles, birthmarks and scars.
It would seem that in order to have weight, to be as intrinsic as skin, an archetype would have to hold more than just story. We are our skin. Skin is experiential in every sense. It is our largest sensing organ.
Going deeper…individual cells make up the structure of skin. Cells replicate, know their purpose, are in relationship with other cells, have memory.
Archetypes are both the macrocosm and the microcosm of skin. Experience and memory.
photo credit: D. Sharon Pruitt at http://www.flickr.com/photos/pinksherbet/338444355
The Poetics of Light 