Naritasan-Temple belongs to the Chisan Sect of Shingon Buddhism. The temple is famous for the goma ritual where many votive offerings are dedicated in front of the Fudo-myo-o and special wooden goma sticks are burnt on the altar. No one other than Shingon priests who have been instructed in the secret rituals can perform this rite. The fire of the goma rite symbolizes the wisdom of Fudo-myo-o, and the wooden goma sticks represent the afflictions of human beings. By burning the goma sticks which have been inscribed with the human afflictions in the fire of Fudo-myo-o’s wisdom, the officiating priest prays with the devotees that their afflictions might be removed.
~Writing segment extracted from, ‘Main Temple Naritasan Shinshoji Temple’ brochure.
This outdoor gym is located in a forest in Busan where I love to go hiking. In many places here, it is easy to stumble upon a place to get in a little stretching and exercise FOR FREE in the great outdoors.
Free access to simple health and wellness equipment? What a concept.
Above you will find a few photographs of works from the North Carolina Museum of Art.
My favorite piece, is the first piece. It is a sculpture by Rodin. It is entitled, “Monumental Head of Pierre de Wissant”. The caption states, “In this larger-than-life portrait, Pierre de Wissant’s introspective agony is amplified to an almost unbearable intensity. The tilt of the head, given greater emphasis through the unusual base of the sculpture, makes this agony even more poignant. The source of Wissant’s anguish was his decision to join five other civic leaders who agreed to sacrifice their own lives to win the freedom of their besieged city of Calais.”
In observance of the movement
Experiencing the calm within the storm
Unhinging and reattachment
Chaos surrounds tranquility
All moving apart to come together
The heart beat
Expansion and contraction
Inhaling and exhaling
In essence, the rhythm of life
Picturing the wind blowing and, I, the wind
Moving through the things
Moving through each other
Breathing in, breathing out
The wind is flowing
As life flows through us
I close my eyes to picture this flow
I am the wind as my my chest expands and contracts
All combining to rhythmically keep me intune with the continuous flow of life
I, breathing in the life of things and, this form, that I am, being a part of that life of things
And with eyes closed, I see that we are all connected.
With great upheaval, can respond with silencing peace
Enjoying the fresh air at dusk in Suffolk, Virginia.
I swung on the swing, cleared my mind during a calming walk, jumped rope and sat by the water.
I love doing things out in nature; reveling in the sun’s light and feeling the open air fill my lungs and resonate to the very core of me.
I’ve been enjoying watching the wonderful blossoming of the splendid roses here in Tokat; they are spectacular and many. However, with life comes death and we can’t ignore that fact.
In my life, I’ve discovered that with death can also come quiet, miraculous beauty. In the photos above we can see the decline and end of life. But endings make way for new beginnings and vice versa.