Coming Up Roses

My post yesterday  reflected on the seeking of a story worth telling.

Thanks to all those that chimed in with comments!

In a transparent revealing of my stream of consciousness, I’ll share that this morning’s writing exercise has left me only with thoughts of the roses at the Self-Realization Fellowship Lake Shrine in Malibu, California.

Dedicated by Paramahansa Yogananda in 1950, the Bohemian and I visited the temple in May 2012. Beautiful and serene, we soaked in the calm and smelled the roses.

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These roses appear in my mind, as a quote from Yogananda is given via the Lake Shrine Temple’s website:

“Come into the silence of solitude, and the vibration there will talk to you through the voice of God.”

I believe God can be found in the fragrant folds of these petals, sharing an infinite supply of stories.

 

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So Old It’s New

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“Whoa! That’s crazy!”

This is the common exclamation among Jeb’s 11-year old friends, when he decides to wow them with our family record player.

They’ve never seen vinyl. They have absolutely no clue as to how to put the needle on the record. They gather around as if observing something from outer space. Full of intrigue and gasping in amazement, they look at the turntable with as much awe as the most high-tech device they’ve only Googled about.

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“But how does it work?” they ask, bewildered. “How does the sound just come off of that black disc?”

For them, it’s been a digital world most of their lives. Music libraries stored on a computer, playlists added and deleted to an iPad or smart phone. Seeing something tangible, technology that can be held in their hands, (particularly something that’s not cold and silver), is a foreign experience.

When I liken the vinyl record to a compact disc they start to grasp the concept of a recording being “pressed” to a medium that can playback.

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“That’s so cool!”

I think so too.

Technology so old, it’s new.