Burnt Offerings

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi
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This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi
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This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi
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This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi
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This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi
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This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally to take a step without feet. ~Rumi

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi
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The full moon, February's Snow Moon, marks a transition. Full moon to new moon, casting off the old, embracing the new. The cycle ends, and begins again. Time to let go.

On the eve of the full moon I took scraps of paper and wrote out feelings, beliefs, habits, thoughts - all of which I wanted to release, let go of. I took a silver bowl, filled it with the scraps of paper, and burnt the scraps into ash. The smoke spiraled up, carrying all of those words, into the silver light of the full moon. As the ashes cooled, I added a rose. The heat turned it black, but it held it's shape and it's promise of beauty.

Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.

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Reflections and Windows

Last week I visited the Andrew Wyeth exhibit, "Looking Out, Looking In," at the National Gallery of Art in Washington, DC. It is an amazing collection of Wyeth's paintings of windows, images that inspire a new seeing, and a call to reflection.

This week I attended a high school graduation and listened to the usual speeches reflecting on the past four years and looking to the future, the hopefully bright future, stretching out ahead of the graduates. I felt a small flare of envy and a great surge of excitement for the graduates, all those beautiful years ahead of them, all that life to be lived. I reflected on my own high school graduation, some tens of years ago, the years stretching out before me. That future is now my past, the bright future and stretch of years behind instead of before me. The future, the years have been used, wisely or not.

Looking forward, with the past behind me, I still have a future to be lived. Using a mirror as a window to the past, keeping it's lessons in mind as I move into the future I still have before me.

Young and old, we all have a past and we all have a future. The only difference is the length of each. The only reality is our time is ours to use, and it is up to us how well we use the time that is given us.

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