Daring to face the unknown~

It was as real as a recurring dream~ New Zealand

The more we learn, the less we know. As we open doors to unknown territory with our questions, (as we quest more ions), we realize how much more there is to know. A beautiful day on the beach is a starry night at a different time of the day and what seems to be truth is just another facet of the great unknown.

The magic lies in the journey and not the destination, as we, in our impatience and need for instant gratification seem to forget.

Day 60 of 365~ 

Image taken in magical New Zealand with my daughter 

The Unknown Beckons~

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Isn’t every moment a step further into the unknown? We think we know where we are going, we have it all planned out, then life reminds us of the futility of our false certainty. I welcome the unknown, I want to live in the joy of discovery, to be surprised by life, to meet the future with an open mind.

I took these images today at the amazing James Turrell exhibit in Shanghai.

Mysteries are there to drive us into dreams

in the ocean of her imagination

in the ocean of her imagination

Would we want to live in a world where all was predetermined, where nothing was hidden, where the answers were handed to us at birth? I take the search and the mystery over certainty and the unknown with its myriad of possibilities over the already known. It is in the future where all adventures lie in wait.

Conformity~ an override to our personal creativity

passer by~ Seoul

passer by~ Seoul

There are times when the ideas and thoughts that sprout out of our fertile imagination appear to be out of this world to our reasoning mind. We tend to compare them to what has been done before or to what the current trend is and then hurry to dismiss them as a state of temporary madness. But what if new art can only arrive to us in a new never before seen form? What if it must look crazy for it to be real? What if it demand us to be brave enough to step into the realms of the unknown for it to show itself?

On curiosity

curiosity makes you go on tiptoes

curiosity makes you go on tiptoes~ shanghai

It is curiosity that makes each day different to the one before, the search for new stimuli, the interest in what is hidden and unseen, the search for something intriguing, the things that makes us go exploring. Most books and researches point to curiosity as a brain function and an instinct that we share with apes and other animals, but I wonder if it isn’t so much more in humans. I wonder if it is not connected to our innate drive to search for the unknown and to be with the unseen. Losing it or ignoring it would be almost like giving up our mission for personal development for the comforts and certainty of the already known.

Day 16~ December 16th~ Guilin

fields of red

fields of red~ guilin

We count our time with seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years, with repetitive numbers. Repetition seems to make us feel settled, to let us know where we stand and where we are going. We put numbers on everything in an attempt to clothe the unknown with tangible references. We capture time with numbers, but time is elastic, and is is known to slip away…

Day Three Hundred Four, November 22, 2011

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Life these days is becoming a struggle to base oneself in the known, in scientific certainties, in facts confirmed in Wikipedia, in information validated by experts on television, on twitter, in newspapers,… we just need to have everything open and clear with no unpleasant surprises. But what about life’s mysteries? Do we still give room for those? Or do we miss them in our rush after the next confirmed fact?

I was walking the busy streets of Shanghai today when I felt something stop me in my tracks. Not just me, but a few other people too. There were birds tracing a circle around this building again and again and again, like a sacred dance for more than 20 minutes. The same circle, which was more like a spiral, and it was the most awe inspiring sight for me in the city that day. I felt a great calm come over me as I watched them and I knew that this phenomenon will forever be part of of my mystery box, my collection of unknowns, to marvel at and to mystery dream about.

Day Two Hundred Ninety Eight, November 16, 2011

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Have you every had a conversation with a 7-year-old about the meaning of life? Well I am finding out having one of these humans with me that theological issues seem to be on top of their list when it comes to discussions and every little thing seems to lead them to this territory. It goes something like this:  Why are we on this planet? Why do people die? Will I live again? Will you be my parents again? Will I be a girl? Can you show me a picture of God? Are you sure God is a man? How many numbers can you keep counting before you run out of numbers? If the earth is spinning, whey aren’t we feeling it?

… you get the picture. And she can do that for an hour straight and then pick up where she left off the next day. I think this is the most humbling part of parenthood, a time of honesty, of admitting ignorance of certain deep matters, of encouraging further questioning, unless you are like my grandmother who used tell me each time I asked her as a child about beyond the beyond that one more question from me  and I am sure to be struck by lightning! I still remember waiting for dry days before trying to ask her again 🙂