This is the marvelous Violeta Luz. She is an unstoppable teacher of life. I lived with her and her family in São Paulo, and now they are all on the river banks of the great river Ganges awaiting the arrival of her new brother. Tonight my heart sings purely of love for her. Eternal blessings reside in the eyes of the child.
In the same line as the previous entry this picture was taken at Store Lungegårdsvann. Suddenly we were surprised by a snow storm so dense that we could not see clearly ahead, forget about the other side of the lake. Still images of the place reside deep inside our subconscious always reminding us of the situation. I observed these images of a "normal" day presented on a screen before my minds eye.
On a very cloudy night some days ago I shot this image from my living room window up in the Sandviken mountains. The view to the sea was completely obscured by the misty air and the surrounding buildings reflected themselves in my windows. However magical the mind still knows what is really "real". It knows, from experience, what the landscape really is like, and does not get afraid by this temporary coat. Still it looked like this for a moment, and the atmosphere got us lighting candles in tune with the outside expression, and feelings matching what we saw emerged in us. Where do I end and what is outside me begin? The borders are blurry. We are one. I am constantly moulded by my surroundings. I imagine forever living in such a landscape - the constant "me" would be quite different. My perception of reality would be something else.
The snow has just melted enough on the shores of Store Lungegårdsvann to reveal beautiful moss. I found this haiku at happyhaiku.blogspot.com.
I found this one also on the Neurophilosophy blog. Our brains are still influenced and still evolve even when we are adults, just not as rapidly as when we were small babies.
This image is Dostoevsky's notes for chapter 5 of The Brothers Karamazov. The non linear composition of ideas depicted here amazes me. Dostoevsky uses drawings complementing the scraps of written ideas for materializing mental images or concepts. It's beautiful to see, because I, not being a writer, often think of written media as a linear activity of story telling.
"In line with earlier work, this study shows that temperature has a direct effect on social relations. It also shows that temperature affects language and the perception of relationships between inanimate objects. The findings support idea that thought processes are grounded in bodily sensations. Specifically, it provides further evidence that interpersonal relationships - which for most of us are critical in everyday life - are strongly grounded in temperature. Furthermore, the interaction between social cognition and temperature is apparently bi-directional: warmer temperatures induce social proximity, while loneliness makes people feel colder. In terms of brain function, there is evidence that a part of the brain called the insula is involved in processing both psychological and physical warmth. "We think with our entire bodies. What we feel, we think. And if our thermoception has such influence on how we think/feel/relate, just imagine how much the entire cavalry of our sense apparatus picks up from our environment and the spaces we are in. Without us knowing it we are victims to our senses. The brain or what we think with is not a separate entity from our bodies.
Sam held up his glass of raspberries and currants juice for me a few mornings back for me to snap a shot of it. I love the play of the foam and the colours in the glass.
