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Monthly Archives: September 2014
There are always lots of fascinating and beautiful things to see in a big city. I love old homes and buildings. So much more attention to detail in every aspect from woodwork to parquet flooring and tiles. The East Coast has the best of these but Los Angeles has something relatively new that was built to echo something far older than even the United States itself.
The Getty Villa in Malibu was built in the 1970s to house J. Paul Getty’s art collection of antiquities from Ancient Greece and Rome. It was designed to replicate in as many details as possible a villa from Italy. If you’re interested, here is a video of the museum’s history.
For those that can’t travel to Europe, it’s a wonderful opportunity to be transported back to a time long forgotten and buried deep beneath ash and mud. There are tours to educate, or you can just wander about on your own imagining how a day in the life of an ancient Roman one-percenter might have been.
It’s also a great place to try out your hand at photography. Gorgeous vistas immediately catch the eye but then amble about through the garden, and the details of the place catch one’s attention. I love really looking at things and seeing what others might have walked past without noticing.
I get more interested in even finer details. A woman sitting directly beneath these didn’t even see them until I pointed them out.
This is how I see the world. I’m far more interested in the minute than in the grandiose. For me, God is in the details.
After a few hours of roaming, I started to feel a bit like this little guy.
But there was so much more to see, so I will return and look some more.
In the chaos and hullabaloo of life, it’s easy to lose one’s calm. When viewed as a whole though, life is no worse or better than it ever was. It just is what it is and that is that. It’s a dance with steps forwards and back and forwards again. Cha cha cha.
When my younger self was anxious or fearful, and I had exhausted the limits of what I could handle, I would usually get really still and quiet. In the stillness, thoughts would rise up from the depths. Sometimes in the form of an image or a phrase. But always the exact things I needed to hear. I got a reminder this weekend of something that I had already learned but had forgotten for a bit.
The world is not an ugly place. Ugly things sometimes happen in this beautiful world.
Just because there has always been war and strife for as long as humans can remember, just because fear and anger drives people to do horrible things to each other doesn’t mean this is what has to be. Life is not inevitable, but you have to remember that you will always go in the direction that you are headed.
How we behave is a direct function of how we view the world. When we view the world as a scary and dangerous place, we will treat it as such. If the world is impersonal, then we are at its whim. Some people see scarcity where others view a bounty. Kindness and cruelty are two sides of the same coin.
What you see can often be what you get.
What’s it Like in Your Town?
Once there was an old and very wise man. Every day he would sit outside a gas station in his rocking chair and wait to greet motorists as they passed through his small town. On this day, his granddaughter knelt down at the foot of his chair and slowly passed the time with him.
As they sat and watched the people come and go, a tall man who surely had to be a tourist-since they knew everyone in the town-began looking around as if he were checking out the area for a place to live. The stranger walked up and asked, “So what kind of town is this we’re in?” The older gentleman slowly turned to the man and replied, “Well, what kind of town are you from?” The tourist said, “in the town I am from everyone is very critical of each other. The neighbors all gossip about everyone and it’s a real negative place to live. I’m sure glad to be leaving. It is not a very cheerful place.” The man in the chair looked at the stranger and said, “You know, that’s just how this town is.”
An hour or so later a family that was also passing through stopped for gas. The car slowly turned in and rolled up to a stop in front of where the older gentleman and his granddaughter were sitting. The mother jumped out with two small children and asked where the restrooms were. The man in the chair pointed to a small, bent-up sign that was barely hanging by one nail on the side of the door. The father stepped out of the car and also asked the man, “Is this town a pretty good place to live?” The man in the chair replied, “What about the town you are from? How is it?” The father looked at him and said, “Well, in the town I’m from everyone is very close and always willing to lend their neighbor a helping hand. There’s always a hello and thank you everywhere you go. I really hate to leave. I feel almost like we are leaving family.” The older gentleman turned to the father and gave him a warm smile. “You know, that’s a lot like this small town.” Then the family returned to the car, said their thank yous, waved goodbye and drove away.
After the family was in the distance, the granddaughter looked up at her grandfather and asked, “Grandpa, how come when the first man came into our town you told him it was a terrible place to live and when the family came into town you told them it was a wonderful place to live?” The grandfather lovingly looked down at his granddaughter’s wondering blue eyes and said, “No matter where you move, you take your own attitude with you and that’s what makes it terrible or wonderful.”
From Stories for the Heart, Multnomah Books