Tag: 7
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Exit Interview
I was given the questionnaire to answer after leaving the Seatemple Inn gathering. Once I was rested, I opened the file and began to respond to it point by point. Q. How would you define the Wunderkabinett project in your own words? Is it a physical/digital collection, an artistic concept, or something else? What inspired…
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Call on Us
In our sessions together, as the group wrote their accounts, I recalled the warehouse clerk’s advice. “There are many other resources, not collected here, that may be of service to you if you choose to use them.” He took me to the other side of the office area and opened a door that initially appeared…
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Memory Returns
While I was going over my notes, I felt unsure about where to go next. They were all over the map and I didn’t find any clear directive to open the mission. It wasn’t okay that I was so scattered, and I had doubt about just who it was in the organization that had sent…
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Bees
In the world outside, innumerable people, places and things are all working together like bees. I listen to the bees as they fly in and out of the central hive, making our work more collaborative and cooperative with each movement of a wing, with each direction of the sensors toward the nectar, toward the queen,…
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Caravan
There were others with me as I began my wunderkabinett, all devoted one way or the other to this most glorious task. They were the sisters and brothers who had also dedicated themselves to the service of life and humanity. It was said in one translation of the Diamond Sutra that at the end of…
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The Peace Root
It was then that I noticed she had a small painting on the wall next to the fireplace. It was an of a gentleman walking through a soft meadow. His eyes gleamed out to me from the painting, and I saw that he was the same person on the coin. And the meadow? What is…
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Soul Travel
We were delayed, or derailed, or otherwise taken out of the stream. The survivors were few, huddled together, exhausted. We found them at the river’s edge, gasping, weeping, staring forward, clutching rags. The ceremony forgotten, the sacred words forgotten. Love forgotten. Thunderous dark clouds accumulated, air pressure dropped, there was no sun. Blocked by dark…