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  • Canyon

    Canyon

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  • Portland Japanese Gardens

    It’s been a while since I’ve posted here.  I’m working on my dissertation and hopefully I’ll post some bits when I feel they are polished enough.  In the meantime, my sister is visiting from Durango and we had a great time at the Portland Japanese Gardens.  It rained (expected), showed (whaaaat?) and sunned (OMG!) all within half an hour, which made for some great lighting conditions… enjoy!

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  • Goethean Studies Notebook

    Goethean Studies Notebook

    Goethean-Studies-1999-2000-Notes-by-Seth-MillerPDF: Goethean Studies Notebook (40mb)

    PDF: Higher quality, print version (180mb)

    This notebook was created as a personal record of the 1999-2000 Goethean Studies program at Rudolf Steiner College. This unique course, conceived of and taught primarily by Dennis Klocek, is still being offered — it is now called Consciousness Studies. When I took the course, which was seven months long and met for about three hours every weekday, I liked to call it “Being Human 101”, because it offered some basic perspectives about being human that spanned the spiritual, psychological, and physical worlds in a very deep and coherent way.

    There are certainly errors contained herein: it was often simply not possible to record more than the merest fragments of the vast pictures that awakened in the little Emerson classroom and flowed like honey across our minds. This record is like a six year old’s crayon rendition of a Michelangelo: it may contain something recognizable, but is no substitute for the real thing, which I encourage everyone to experience.

    It is likely that the only people who will see this document are those already familiar with the course in one of its various incarnations. For you I hope that it re-awakens a commitment and enthusiasm for the hard and necessary work of spiritual transformation by connecting you to the feeling you had sitting in the uncomfortably cold room on uncomfortable chairs, listening to another mind-blowing morning lecture by Dennis: the feeling that you were exactly where you needed to be and wouldn’t trade it for anything.

    For those who have not been able to take the course, this gives a tiny taste of some of the content that was presented in its 1999-2000 incarnation, and will hopefully inspire you to research the current, more highly refined and potent version.

    For those who have found this page but have no idea what I’m talking about even though you’ve read this far, just flip through it like it was you long-lost friend’s photo album and see what tickles your fancy as you skim on by.

  • What my head is full of…

    What my head is full of…

    Imagine that the covers of all the books in the image below dissolve, allowing the meanings to mix and flow together, dynamically creating new relationships and new patterns of information…  and you’ll have some sense of what I’m trying to do in my PhD dissertation.

    Books!!!

    But hopefully it won’t end up like this:

    PoS

  • Waldorf Educators: A Light on the Path

    The world has problems; LOTS of them.  But as long as there are people like my friend Nancy, who devote their lives and love to one of the most important and practical callings on the planet, education of our young, I have hope for the future.

    Let me give you a picture, in her own words, of what I mean, as an example of how Waldorf education tries to meet the challenging tasks of our time.  This is but a tiny picture of what is possible–today– for education:

    My class went to our auditorium today and entered in the dark.  The room was covered in pine boughs in the shape of a spiral path.  In the center of the path was one large glowing candle that sat upon a tree trunk covered by a blue cloth with gold stars on it.  It smelled like a pine forest.  The students entered in silence and proceeded to a semi-circular row of chairs to sit down.  Two women, playing penny whistle, violin, and cello began playing various musical selections.

    The first child approached me.  I was standing by a table filled with red apples, each holding a slim candle in a hole carved into it.  Then, one by one, each child took the spiral walk into the center where the light glowed.  Lighting their own small candle from that big central light, they each turned and began walking back out from the center.  At some place of their own choosing along the path, they each picked a spot to place their little light.

    When the last child had gone, I took my candle filled apple and walked the path among the little lights, to the center.  After lighting my own candle, I found a place along the way to place my own light among the others.  It was an extraordinary experience for us all.  The metaphors were flooding my mind as I watched each of these students proceed on this path.  When they were little, their kindergarten teacher or parent held their hand on the way.  Now, they seemed to have grown so tall, only third graders, yet I marveled at how they had gotten so big.

    As I looked at them, a veil was drawn back for me and I could see much more than I could usually see.  Everything was revealed to me in a moment.  It seemed to me, as they walked, that I could sense them as younger children, as who they were now, and even who they were going to one day become.  In the darkness, I really felt I could see their future before my physical eyes.

    When my turn came, I realized that in the last two years of first and second grade, I always had walked the advent spiral first – before they did – so that they could see how to do it again.  This time, they walked confidently alone without my example.  This time, I followed their example.  As I passed by each one of the lights on my way into the middle, I felt as if I were floating along in the starry heavens, each star one of these students of mine that I hold so dear.  Each star lighting my way into the center.  I was so humbled to place my small light, no bigger or smaller than the others, down on the path to join in lighting the room.  I could also feel how profound it was for the students to see their teacher walk this inward path.

    With each eye intently and silently upon me, I felt the connection, the gravity, the grace, the sacredness of the responsibility I carry on their behalf, but also I felt, “I am the so-called teacher this time, but I am really only one of you.  You, who have been my teachers, who will be my teachers in the future.”  What a privilege to live in such light.  Blessings on us all.

  • a tiny window

    a tiny window

    a tiny window gathers the world
    echoes morning’s rush of life
    amazingly, my fingers trace your carved shoulder
    like they have never known geometry
    somebody somewhere is getting coffee,
    walking the dog, dressing for a long day –
    but not we, whose worlds have just collided
    under the gaze of a tiny window
    that no one is looking through
    because we are beyond ourselves now
    and I know this by the way your hair
    threads lightly across the bow of your cheek
    by the way every gesture becomes music
    and because when you smile I am lost
    again, you have taken my watch, and found forever in the bargain –
    I pretend to be offended because my world is now upside down
    and I can’t understand why everything else isn’t falling
    drawn inexorably by the velvet honey of your eyes
    this must be what yes is
    this must be the future twining round our ankles
    lacing up our hands in unspoken prayer
    while beyond our reach the coiled leopard of time
    anchors claws to earth for its inevitable leap
    why should time be linear anyway?
    for it is the timeless in us that is now rejoicing
    in this spiraling pressing of bodies and souls
    upwards into the long arms of the sky
    through a tiny window

    1w


    a tiny window gathers the world
    echoes morning’s rush of life
    amazingly, my fingers trace your carved shoulder
    like they have never known geometry

    somebody somewhere is getting coffee,
    walking the dog, glancing at a watch –
    but not we, whose worlds have just collided
    under the gaze of a tiny window
    that no one is looking through

    because we are beyond ourselves now
    and I know this by the way your hair
    threads lightly across the bow of your cheek
    by the way every gesture becomes music
    and because when you smile I am lost

    again, you have taken my watch, and found forever in the bargain – 
    I pretend to be offended because my world is now upside down
    and I can’t understand why everything else isn’t falling
    drawn inexorably by the velvet honey of your eyes

    this must be what yes is
    this must be the future twining round our ankles
    lacing up our hands in unspoken prayer
    while beyond our reach the coiled leopard of time
    anchors claws to earth for its inevitable leap

    we care not of its landing
    for it is the timeless in us now rejoicing
    in this spiraling pressing of bodies and souls
    upwards into the long arms of the sky
    through a tiny window