A few weeks ago, my yoga teacher, Bryan Legere of the Ventura Yoga Studio, made an announcement after class that we should all go see the film that one of our fellow students and a former instructor at the studio had produced. Beyond the fact that many of us knew Adrienne, and that her film was playing in town, he said it was an amazing, must see film. Moreover, he said it was the only film he’d seen that was worth viewing in 3D.
His description and recommendation had me curious and anxious to see the film, in 3 D if possible; the topic itself was already for interest to me. Then I received the following glowing review from my friend Ron Wells:
To begin with, just try and grasp how long ago 32,000 years was. Now, try and imagine artists creating exhilarating works of art during that time, in that world. And then try to imagine those works on the rough interiors of a cave’s walls. It is almost unfathomable.
To see the documentary, Cave of Forgotten Dreams, is to enter a world that connects time and space, art and spirituality; a world so spectacular it defies comprehension. In 1994, three explorers came upon one of the lost treasures of human existence. And it is here director Werner Herzog (Aguirre, the Wrath of God, Fitcarraldo, Grizzly Man) has been allowed by the French government to take his cameras into a cave that only a few scientists are allowed access to.
For the cave art in Chauvet Caves in Southern France, above where the Ardeche River flowed, will begin to decompose if large numbers of people are allowed inside the cave itself. Read more…
Here I am, the leader of the pack, during last month’s ArtRide “Greaser Bicycle Ball” in this photo by ArtRider Daniel Boggs.
Read on for more about tonight’s ArtRide, the Seersucker Social. We plan to cruise Main, hit WAV, Bell Arts, and 643 Project on Ventura Avenue, and end up at Art City.
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It’s a LOVE MOB! And you’re invited!
Join Art Predator, family and friends (a LOT of friends) and be part of the FIRST EVER LOVE MOB!
Dave Koz says the song is “a simple statement of love. That’s what this song is all about. Being bold enough to love whoever you wish, show some vulnerability and truly celebrate moving beyond our fears.”
June 5th, from 9:00am – 11:00am (or later!)
They can also use some folks early–from 7-10am. Bring a solid color umbrella!
Register in Figuerora Plaza by the north fountain.
We will assemble into groups and be given instructions on how to be part of a singing love mob. Check out the video for more details.
MINDSET:
You’re presence on camera implies you believe in equal rights to love & marry regardless of sex, race, religion and creed.
Come dressed in solid bright colors. Think fabric commercial.
Read on to enter the world of wine blogging…and wine bloggers!
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Happy Birthday Bob Dylan!
This imaginative guest post by Ron Wells celebrates the birthday of Bob Dylan. Hard to believe Dylan’s 70.
Robert Allen Zimmerman. In the beginning, or so they tell me……
On May 24, 1941, there was thunder on the mountain, lightning beyond the horizon, and a hard rain began to fall while a million miles away from Duluth, Minnesota, a mail train came roaring down from the sky as it sped to Earth past desolation row, past Mr. Jones, who knew something was happening, but he didn’t know what it was, carrying a boxcar full of spirits both now and forevermore. Everyone needed to lookout, for the saints were coming’ through. On board sat a young Robert Allen Zimmerman. a babe from the Highlands, sitting cross legged strumming a guitar, “call me Bob Dylan” he told the spirit gods with an enigmatic grin.
“Well, Bob Dylan,” said a wandering troubadour, “you can call me Woody, “ and gesturing outside, he smiled and said, “This land is your land, from California to the New York island.”
A hearty laugh from a powerful black woman, was followed by, “You ain’t nothin’ but a hounddog puppy,” and her eyes told him it was Big Mama, Big Spirit, big time blues belter.
“Excuse me, but this is my stop,” mumbled Jack, as he then leaped into the void with a flask in his back pocket, his words landin’ on the asphalt below, “’Cause I’m on the road, maybe Highway 61.”
A Buddha-like Allen howled Read more…
Do you know about the Sand Mandala of Compassion (Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara) that 4 monks from India have been working on for the past six days at the Santa Barbara Museum of Art? Last chance to see it is Sunday May 22–at 3pm it goes to the sea!
During the past year or so in Ventura, we’ve had a number of bicyclists injured and killed by cars. Our local bicycling community has also been touched by accidents beyond our county–we don’t always ride close to home.
A number of people have been victims of hit and run drivers. Just last Wednesday, a young Ventura College student was killed as he and a friend rode bikes to take a final exam; the same driver went into the bicycle lane to hit a mother and daughter and broke their arms. Our mayor Bill Fulton knew the young man who was killed and wrote passionately about our community and about him in a recent blog post.
Pictured is a “ghost bike” which has been put up on the site where Nick was killed. The City of Ventura has assured us it will be left there, and in fact, there is discussion of putting a white ballard there so that the bike can be attached to it permanently. Cyclists frequently put ghost bikes at locations where a cyclist has been killed as a reminder to us all.
Tonight, bicyclists will ride together across the globe to honor cyclists who have been killed or injured by cars. If you can, please join them. If you can’t, please light a candle to honor those cyclists.
Drivers, please please please watch for cyclists. We come in all ages and sizes. We ride alone, we ride together, we ride with our families, and with our friends. But we’re all just soft human beings. You in your big hulking vehicle can easily damage us and even take lives leaving you without a scratch to your body but with a big dent in your psyche (and your karma).
So please be careful. Please. We will do our part and ride carefully and with lights and reflectors on our bikes so you can see us. Please do your part. Don’t drive while under the influence.
And if you hit something or if you see someone hit something, please stop and see what it was. It could be a cyclist. It could be someone you know. It could be your neighbor. One day it might be you.
I have almost been hit several times. I have been hit by cars as a pedestrian in a crosswalk when the car turned right on a red and i had a green to walk. My husband has been hit two times by cars. Most cyclists I know have been hit by a car or come close to being hit by a car. Since the accident last Wednesday, I have made a series of excuses why not to ride. As I drive my car, I am more than ever aware how much power and responsibility I have as a driver.
It’s up to all of us to make our streets safe for us all. Please do your part and keep an eye on the road and not anywhere else. Thank you.
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Dazzle of Day
by Pablo Neruda
Enough now of the wet eyes of winter.
Not one single tear.
Hour by hour, green is beginning,
the essential season, leaf by leaf,
until, by spring’s name, we are summoned
to take part in its joy.
How wonderful, its eternal openness,
clean air, the promise of flower,
the full moon leaving
its calling card in the foliage,
men and women trailing from the beach
with a wet basket of shifting silver.
Like love, like a medal,
I welcome it,
I take it all in,
from south, from north, from violins,
from dogs,
lemons, clay,
from newly liberated air,
machines smelling of mystery,
storm-colored shopping,
everything I need:
orange blossoms, string,
grapes like topazes,
the whiff of waves.
I gather it up
endlessly,
effortlessly,
I breathe.
I dry my shirt in the wind,
and my opened heart.
The sky falls
and falls.
From my glass,
I drink
pure joy.
~ Pablo Neruda
NOTE: Photo of the bride and groom and officiant (aka Art Predator) by Sandy Grotsky.
I love this poem so much that, after a shaman smudged (the wedding site, those attending and the bridal party) and sent out prayers to the four directions, I started the wedding I officiated last Sunday with this poem by Pablo Neruda.
And I love this book so much, with its beautiful artwork, that I used it to “hold” the pages of the service. It was so important to me that when I realized it had been left behind in the bride’s hotel room, I ran next door to get it even though we were ready to start the wedding!
The wedding concluded with Neruda as well; here’s a link to the poem we did.
Other than starting an hour late, and a bit of a fiasco with the cold, sleepy butterflies, and that there were lots of children (the groom has triplets), and there were a LOT of moving parts, the wedding went really well.
People could even hear me–even though I wasn’t amplified! And they loved the service. Somehow I made the Christian mom happy, the Jewish mom happy, those hippy dippy artsy fartsy friends of ours happy, and most importantly, the bride and groom happy.
I even made me happy! I borrowed (from Bryan Legere at the Ventura Yoga Studio) a large heavy solid bronze Lord Ganesha to remove all obstacles (like my Hebrew) and Guan Yin was already in the house looking out for us with her thousand eyes and ready to reach out with one of her thousand hands to help perform whatever miracle we needed (like my Hebrew!). 
Plus, encouraged by the bride and groom to read some of my own work, I even read the last two stanzas of one of my poems from my new book of 3:15 experiment poetry Middle of the Night Poems from Daughter to Mother :: Mother to Son from en theos press 2011. It’s available in paperback (also from Amazon) or as an ebook. Read sample poems here. Read a review by Robert Peake here.
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Yesterday for Mother’s Day, at the Santa Barbara Museum of Art, I bought myself a book of Pablo Neruda poetry titled Intimacies: Poetry of Love translated by Alastair Reed and with rich earthen paintings of the body by Mary Heebner.
I read many of these poems aloud on our drive home (putting my son right to sleep but entertaining my husband!) A few years ago, also for Mother’s Day, I bought their previous collaboration which focuses on poetry of the sea with oceanic inspired paintings in blues and greens.
Tonight I am meeting with friends who are getting married on Saturday; I’ll be officiating their wedding. I’m going to share with them this book. In particular, I think they will like the following poem “Amor” or “Love” which ends the book.
Amor by Pablo Neruda
So many days, oh so many days
seeing you so tangible and so close,
how do I pay, with what do I pay?
The bloodthirsty spring
has awakened in the woods.
The foxes start from their earths,
the serpents drink the dew,
and I go with you in the leaves
between the pines and the silence,
asking myself how and when
I will have to pay for my luck.
Of everything I have seen,
it’s you I want to go on seeing:
of everything I’ve touched,
it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.
What am I to do, love, loved one?
I don’t know how others love
or how people loved in the past.
I live, watching you, loving you.
Being in love is my nature.
You please me more each afternoon.
Where is she? I keep on asking
if your eyes disappear.
How long she’s taking! I think, and I’m hurt.
I feel poor, foolish and sad,
and you arrive and you are lightning
glancing off the peach trees.
That’s why I love you and yet not why.
There are so many reasons, and yet so few,
for love has to be so,
involving and general,
particular and terrifying,
joyful and grieving,
flowering like the stars,
and measureless as a kiss.
That’s why I love you and yet not why.
There are so many reasons, and yet so few,
for love has to be so,
involving and general,
particular and terrifying,
joyful and grieving,
flowering like the stars,
and measureless as a kiss.
— Pablo Neruda
Pablo Neruda was born in 1904 in Chile; he died in 1973. His honors include sharing the World Peace Prize in 1950 with Paul Robeson and Pablo Picasso and the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1971.
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Please check out my new collection of 3:15 experiment poetry Middle of the Night Poems from Daughter to Mother :: Mother to Son from en theos press 2011. It’s available in paperback (also from Amazon) or as an ebook. Read sample poems here. Read a review by Robert Peake here.
For more poetry by bloggers from all over the world, catch the Monday Poetry Train!
Yesterday after yoga, I sat in the dining room with two of the monks in charge at the An Lac Buddhist Mission in Ventura while a nun prepared some soup for us. We talked about a few topics including comparing the acts of a Christian Hitler with the Muslim Osama bin Laden, how the acts of a few religious fanatics impacts other members of the faith, and how celebrating the murder of one human, even someone like Osama bin Laden, diminishes all of us. The Buddhist way, as I understand it from our discussion, is to draw out the anger and hate and to replace it with compassion.
While we sat and reflected and discussed what messages Buddhism brings to make our world a better place, the Temple smelled heavenly with the preparation of vegetarian delights and buzzed with activity for tonight’s fundraising event to send both monks and money to Japan. In a week or so, Buddhist monks are flying to Japan from all over the world. They will gather near the nuclear reactor site at Fukishima to pray and they are bringing with them funds raised from their temples to help with the restoration and recovery process. Read on and learn how you can help.
Even if you can’t attend in person, you can light a candle at 8:30pm tonight Pacific time and join your prayers with ours.
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