It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amount to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet.
A sculpture created by an unknown Artist sits in the rain near a neatly stack of bricks. Painted yellow with a missing right hand. A suit that was worn only on her Birthday with a small accent of green in her headband.
This raw style of art seemed to be created a while ago or possibly abused by being dropped after it was created.
As if someone placed this Tricycle for a Photo Shoot. This rusty, Child's means of transportation was screaming to have her picture taken as she sat alone on a looming slab of concrete. Blended perfectly with the background of the changing leaves. Perhaps Unicycle would the appropriate name to call this now.
Today was a beautiful Autumn day with temperatures reaching in the 70's. A friend and I went venturing out exploring as it's been a while and want to get back into Urban Exploration. Being he only moved in the area a year ago, I took him to the Rutherford Stuyvesant Estate or better known as "Profanity House." When we arrived and trekked on foot, I was sad to discover that the North House was burned with only a few walls in tact.
A bit later we hiked to the Large Red House and notice the West House was completely burned down to the ground leaving only the stone foundation and a few charred beams that lay flat on the ground.
It's apparent that these abandoned homes were deliberately burned within that past few months. With some searching on the internet, I have found nothing stating how or when this occurred. If anyone knows anything about what happened, please feel free to contact me or leave a comment.
An Anthropologist visited a tribe in Africa many years ago and discovered something very unique with the Children that he never seen anywhere else he'd visit. I found the story myself fascinating and quite inspiring that I can remember and refer to it quite often. I will translate in my own words how I remember it.
The Anthropologist had a large basket filled with ripe fruit and placed it under a tree several meters of were the Children were playing. He gathered the Children all together who's ages ran from toddler to teenage years and proposed a game. As expected, the Children listened with anticipation and delight to what the game was all about.
He lined all the Children in a straight line side-by-side and directed their attention to the large basket of fruit under the tree. The Children's eye lit up with glee when they knew that possibly they well be rewarded a treat. The Anthropologist said: "On my command, run as fast as you can to the large basket of fruit. Whoever gets there first wins and can enjoy the reward of partaking the fruit." He proceeded: "Ready, set, go!"
The Children stood there motionless and looked at each other as they were starting to hold each other's hands. They then ran towards to the tree where the large basket of fruit was without braking the bond of holding each other's hands. They all stopped in front of the large basket filled with fruit and touched it at the exact same time continuing by sitting together as one, sharing and enjoying the fruit.
When asked by the The Anthropologist why they had ran together when one could clearly out run the others and have the entire basket to themselves, the Children responded: "UBUNTU!" Following up with: "How can one of us be happy if all the other are sad? We are one and together we can conquer greatness for all of us!"
A rainy day yesterday spent with our Daughter at the Open House of Montclair State University. An fine sculpture by the Artist George Segal (Not to be mistaken with the Actor) was created in 1992 entitled "Street Crossing" The sculpture consists of seven Bronze life size figures covered in Patina. It's part of Montclair State University permanent collection as it was gifted by the George and Helen Segal Foundation.
George Segal, born in New York City on November 26, 1924 and died in New Brunswick, New Jersey at the age of 75 on June 9, 2000. He was best know for his life size figures in plastered white to give them a ghostly, melancholic look. Usually one or more figures are placed randomly in urban areas such as street corners, bus depots, and diners to giving contrast with the real World.
You might have seen the works of George Segal at one point during your travels!
A morning out with the family in the pouring rain to view the leaves changing from Green to Yellow. Soon the Golds, Oranges and Reds will shine through giving the landscape a wonderful plethora of colors that will only last a very short time.
Until that moment arrives, I will be waiting for that perfect moment to return and capture Mother Nature at her best!
So the other day I was strolling through a cemetery I have never been before and came across Mrs. Butterworth. Well, at least she look like her as the resemblance is almost haunting. I actually verbalized her name aloud in amazement as if I made a huge discovery.
There were no name or epitaph on the stone and she was a bit askew off her base. Is it me or does she not look like Mrs. Butterworth?!
They sometimes call one who looks like an Angel the Devil. For she is so prepossessing, that she'll lure you to sin. Yet, when she knocks on your front door, you open it and let her in, even though you know you shouldn't. The act of what might happen would highly be a sin.
The moment you lay her down, she makes you feel as if you are in Heaven. However, that of which feels so Heavenly is considered Sinful. Why is something so Good be so Bad?
Does this mean one who looks like an Angel from Heaven can ultimately have me burn in Hell with the Devil?!
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Humble and Stately an old Mausoleum stands amid trees that have been there longer than the bodies that lie. Overgrown grass obscures the steps leading to the heavy, thick door that hasn't been open in more than a century.
When the air gets cooler and the colors of the leaves start to change, the atmosphere suddenly transforms to what was once a peaceful setting to a cold unsettling place to be. With what is dyeing off and falling gracefully to the ground, something else awakens and not even the heavy this doors of a Mausoleum can keep them at bay.
The time is nearing when the Dead arise and walk the grounds as Ghosts and that time is only twenty eight days away. Prepare yourself.
I always said that you don't have to enter the House of the Lord to pray. God is in my home and where ever I go, he is always there with me. That was my ideal answer or possibly excuse for not attending church regularly on Sunday. But, if you do go to church regularly on Sunday, you might have noticed the pews are not as filled as they were in the past.
The Millennial Generation thinks differently as their Parents, as we think differently as our Parents do. I'm not claiming this is a bad thing, it's progress through the ages that is forever changing. However, as time rolls on through Generations, it is now thought that Church is irrelevant, seeing the Leaders filled with hypocrisy. We all have seen and cannot ignore the moral failure of many Leaders.
God is missing in the church. I know God would disagree with me on this. Yet, I feel all would be forgiven if God knew I experience him through my own Sanctuary called Home. Today, I simply don't receive the impact of God being in church as I did when I was a child.
I sometimes learn nothing about God when attending church. I could sit there for over 45 minutes only to walk our completely confused and unclear what the Sermon was about. Yes, I'm a little slower than most, but this is a huge deterrent for me. I need to understand and have my short attention span continuously stimulated in order for me to return.
Where's the Community? Try as I might through Volunteering, Clubs and Organizations I have joined thinking that I would find a community. It has never happened. Church seems to be one's last resort to find community only to be disappointed. We also have to take in account that lack of community is partly due to where I live. A state which is considered a revolving door with resident relocating on an average of every three to four years. Even the house down the street from me is up for sale again for the sixth time since the year 2000.
So, if you don't see me sitting next to you in Church on Sunday, it doesn't mean that I don't have the faith. It simply means that I chose to practice my faith in a manner that might not be suitable to others which doesn't make it wrong. God is always with me and forever in my heart.
The soft glow of the filtered Sun shines through the Fog and into a stained glass window. The first of October is gloomy as it sets the tone for the days ahead. Today starts the countdown to what needs no introduction.