Roadway to Heaven

  

     Road to Heaven, BLD, ©2011

The road to Heaven

is paved with stone & sweat

Who walks it?

Internal compass,

magnetic glory

leads one on


– B

Journey Onward

    Stairway to Heaven, ©2011, BLD


Today I travel to a corner in a countryside Honduran church, not far from the Nicaraguan border.  The staging of statuary, artificial flowers, wall art, and color caught my attention.  The absolute poverty of the parish is obvious in the photo, but, as always, is somewhat neutralized by the photographic process.  Hence, I feel no guilt in manipulating my photos to further accent the truths I feel vibrate from the original site.  The hope, the faith and the joy in God just seem to resonate in the atmosphere of this tiny corner of South America.  Like sound waves, they permeate the space of the viewer, attaching quietly to the soul and traveling on with them. Such attachment is good, is welcome, even though its presence may not ever be distinguished from other steps in the journey.


Such small incidents knit together and build yet another block for the foundation of the soul.


Step by step, we are climbing a stairway to Heaven.


Peace, B

Note to Santa

Not For Long A Child, ©2011, BLD

Oh Santa,

do you know where he lives?

– B

Where are you going?

     Oxen Cart, Honduran Series, ©2011 BLD

Smear the surface,

peer through the marks,

a soft & hazy world.

Rough edges, none,

no pinpricks of truth,

to fester.

Gently icing harshness,

simply cannot wash life

off of one's soul.

Must God smear the ether

when gazing down on us?

– B

How Beautiful Art The Feet

    Honduran Children's Feet, BLD

One cannot make poverty appear more poor,
one cannot make the discomfort go away,
the swirl of emotions
sucks me down
into a void of helplessness.
How do I erase such inequality?

– B

Christ & The Laundry

This image is the one that jumped out to me this morning. I have spent the last 30 minutes 'digitally modifying' it as is my wont. I am pleased with the piece in the fact that it is bright, colorful, and full of mundaneness.  This is a wall of a small Episcopal church in Honduras. Through the window is a clothesline in the yard of the home next door. The absolutely non-sacred placement is what struck me. Here God is where man is, there is no set-apart place for them.  Poverty allows little separateness.  

Photography, and my adaptations of it, tend to cleanse the images of the actual horror of the poorness of the lives in Honduras. It is a shame that we are shielded from that even in our attempts to share it. Perhaps that is one of the things that Christ pondered as he walked a line none of us would dare, as he was stripped of his 'laundry,' and hung out for the world to scorn. 

May this day be flooded with clarity and may the layers of gauze be slowly stripped from our eyes.

Peace, B

Cyber Graffiti

Honduran Angel - when poverty and worship collide

there is a profound eruption of beauty

that cannot be contained - 

it beckons the soul to arenas

far beyond the physical,

to take up the sword of faith 

and the blind willingness to 

follow into the heavenly realms of ecstasy!

– B

I am going to attempt, for the next few weeks, to post thoughts and images from

our journey to Honduras almost a year ago. They have been fermenting in the 

back of  my soul over this past year and are now pushing to come forth.  I welcome any

dialogue on whatever thoughts or observations may come from this exercise.

Peace 

Several people have commented this week that time is passing by too quickly.

I agree, it has seemed that way for quite a while to me.

My dad used to explain it mathematically:

When you are ten, one year is one tenth of your life! 

Rather a large percentage.

However, when you are sixty, a year is one sixtieth of your life,

A much, much smaller fraction; 

therefore, time has picked up speed!

I think my dad was a very wise man,

if not a little wacky too.

So, I guess I come by it naturally.

Thanks, Dad, I miss you.

Peace, B

PS: I find that walking along the shore

slows down the passage of time considerably! 

I highly recommend it.