imaginary outfit: sunny days

imaginary outfit: sunny days

I have a mechanized prism hanging in my office window. When there is enough sun, the little motor turns, and rainbows glide across the floor, up the walls and along the ceiling. Most days, when Hugh wakes up from his first nap, he checks for the rainbows. I will hold out my hand to catch one, and he will try and try to pick it up. You can see how easy it is to believe in magical things, watching him work to figure it out: beautiful colors that only appear on certain days, that move sometimes, that can touch but are never felt.

Links and fragments: crafty, bookish, arty and otherwise:
  • From a NYT article on Heywood Hill, a London bookstore: 
  • 'Then there was the customer, a regular, whose wife had taken up marathon running in her 40s; he surprised her with a gift of 300 books on the subject of endurance. The topic had a pleasingly broad scope, comprising everything from a book about the founding of the Olympic Games in ancient Greece to a book on fell running (also known as mountain or hill running) in Cumbria.'
  • Perhaps the perfect t-shirt dress: soft organic cotton, skimming (not clinging), long but not a trip hazard, and on sale for $29. I love mine.
  • New favorite shopping in NYC: the blocks by the main branch of the NYPL for the flagship Muji (two floors! embroidery! plants!), And Other Stories and COS.


'we cannot know that we are illuminated by a great light'

That light cannot be known directly is expressed in contemporary terms by Peter Russell. When speaking of the light of consciousness, he asserts:
Although all we ever see is light, paradoxically, we never know light directly. The light that strikes the eye is known only through the energy it releases. This energy is translated into a visual imagery in the mind, and that image seems to be composed of light—but that light is a quality of mind. We never know the light itself. 
Russell is speaking from a scientific viewpoint, but the fact that we can never know light itself is helpful in appreciating the working of boundless compassion. When the light of compassion illuminates our existence, it reveals our self-delusions. Hiroyuki Itsuki ... describes this as follows: 
We cannot know that we are illuminated by a great light simply by looking up into the sky. But if we lower our heads and look down at our feet we can clearly see the long, dark shadow that stretches out from us. We know that the darker and blacker that shadow is, the brighter the light that shines upon us.

Taitetsu Unno, Shin Buddhism: Bits of Rubble Turn into Gold.