Thinking about the Sun as i watch it Rise this fine Friday morning... Our Sun is becoming a busy place. Taken just last week, the Sun was captured sporting numerous interesting features including one of the larger sunspot groups yet recorded: AR 1339 visible on the image right. Only last year, the Sun was emerging from an unusually quiet Solar Minimum that lasted for years. The above image was recorded in a single color of light called Hydrogen Alpha, inverted, and false colored. Spicules cover much of the Sun's face. The gradual brightening towards the Sun's edges is caused by increased absorption of relatively cool solar gas and called limb darkening. Just over the Sun's edges, several scintillating prominences protrude, while prominences on the Sun's face are seen as light streaks. Possibly the most visually interesting of all are the magnetically tangled active regions containing cool sunspots. As our Sun's magnetic field winds toward Solar Maximum over the next few years, increased activity will likely create times when the Sun's face is even more complex. Orange Sun Scintillating Image Credit & Copyright: Alan Friedman (Averted Imagination)
A little Jingle for your Tuesday Evening…
O Inspiration, How you unfold!
In perfect Tempo with the Infinite Rhythm,
That will not forsake me, till my Vision has become Whole.
And while the Beat turns Thought to Form,
Strange Waves from the sound are Born,
Resonating towards a place now so Familiar.
In that Space, Where pen does paper greet,
The Mind, As line
The Heart does meet.
Aligned they Hold the power of Creation.
Friend Hear my proclamation!
Now No hesitation,
For The Infinite Rhythm Leads to All Inspiration!
Along that Old Wild Wave of The Ripple’s Rotation,
I Am One
With That, from which I’m Wove.
COPYRIGHT 2012 BRIANNA LEVINSON
Cosmic Bri Here! Sharing all things Metaphysical, Psychological, and Somewhere in Between.
Reading Rainier Maria Rilke today, i stumbled upon these few lines that i felt were worth posting, for we all are artists in our own right.
…Works of Art are of an Infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.- Always trust yourself and your own feeling, as opposed to argumentation, discussions, or introductions of that sort; if it turns out you are wrong, then the natural growth of your inner life will eventually guide you to other insights. Allow your judgments their own silent, undisturbed development, which, like all progress, must come from deep within and cannot be forced or hastened. Everything is gestation and the birthing. To let each embryo of feeling come to completion, entirely in itself, in the dark unsayable, the unconscious, beyond the reach of ones own understanding, and with deep humility and patience to wait for the hour when a new clarity is born: this alone is what it means to live as an Artist: in Understanding as in Creating.
In this there is no measuring of time, a year does not matter, ten years are nothing. Being an Artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which does not force it’s sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it everyday of my life, and learn it with pain I am grateful for:
Patience is Everything!