Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Our Stars to Sow

(c)Megan Greenlee
Our Stars to Sow 

On that cold cold night
In the bleak of the dark
When the early morning stars
Faded into the days to come
I longed for their return 
From the heavens not so far away
Perhaps they might blow a tender kiss
Or clasp my loving hands 
Gently as the winds blew
Just a sign to show they were loved
More than they ever knew
And each we all believed in
For to those who crossed their path 
They gave from all their heart 
They never left my side 
Or friends near and far in need
Their only curse was their beautiful mind
That got the better of their deeds
Which shed knowledge upon the living
Yet left only to spread their seeds
These seeds we sow 
Help this world to be in place
When some days can shake 
And remind the waters of its grace
These kind of friends 
Are softer than they look
You have to keep an eye on
When the stars get foggy
And you can't see through their mist
Feel them despite the afar 
As one might just vanish
Deep into life's fragile abyss.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Love Transcends... Man's Search for Meaning

“Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality. No one can become fully aware of the very essence of another human being unless he loves him. By his love he is enabled to see the essential traits and features in the beloved person; and even more, he sees that which is potential in him, which is not yet actualized but yet ought to be actualized. Furthermore, by his love, the loving person enables the beloved person to actualize these potentialities. By making him aware of what he can be and of what he should become, he makes these potentialities come true.” 

“Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in its spiritual being, his inner self. Whether or not he is actually present, whether or not he is still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance.” 

― Viktor E. FranklMan's Search for Meaning

Sunday, October 20, 2013

You Learn

You Learn
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, 

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security. 

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises, 

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much. 

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. 

And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth… 
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn.

“A writer – and, I believe, generally all persons – must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource. All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.” ~ Jorge Luis Borges

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Monday, November 5, 2012

The bottom is sound and all will be well...

Valentino Pier, Red Hook Brooklyn NYC
(c)Megan Greenlee Photography
When sorrow comes, let us accept it simply, as part of life. Let the heart be open to pain; let it be stretched by it. All the evidence we have says that is the better way. An open heart never grows bitter. Or if it does, it cannot remain so. In the desolate hour, there is an outcry; a clenching of the hands upon emptiness; a burning pain of bereavement, a weary ache of loss. But anguish, like ecstasy, is not forever, there comes a gentleness, a returning quietness, a restoring stillness. This, too, is a door to life. Here, also, is a deepening of meaning--and it can lead to dedication; a going forward to the triumph of the soul, the conquering of the wilderness. And in the process will come a deepening inward knowledge that in the final reckoning, all is well.
(A. Powell Davies)

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Sandy Nights

Peace and prayers to those affected by Sandy.
Manhattan Skyline
Manhattan Skyline w/Red Hook flooding

Manhattan vs. Brooklyn Skyline

Some Brooklyn lights still working

Local Jalopy's amazing involvement:

Manhattan Skyline Juxtaposed against Brooklyn's

Vanished Manhattan Skyline

Sandy skies & missing signs

Sandy Skies

Some helpful souls

Battery no Tunnel

Red Hook Sklyine lights out

Sandy Skies and still tunnels

Missing Building and leaves behind my studio

Another car & tree combo

Manhattan's skyline and still streets
(C)Megan Greenlee Photography all imagery

NYC's Manhattan Skyline fallen along with trees, rooftops, floods, and some civilization--yet all pales to the bigger forrest of life when human life has fallen.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Imagery light down under

(C)Megan Greenlee Photography
Have you ever tried scuba diving? 

Well for those that have, I was just reminded of a photo memory of diving under the sea with a camera. The Great Barrier Reef is a special place on this planet and I am grateful for the experience I once had there. I hope we continue to take care of that part of the world for those that have the opportunity to see it and all exist here together on this planet so this magnificent place may still breath.

Anyway, I recall going on a specific dive called a "reef current" dive. Experienced divers had informed me to try to “let go” on this specific type of dive and experience the current and beauty and calm of the sea from down below. I thought it might be a good idea to bring an "underwater" camera. Pretty distracting at times, but also quite powerful with what I am trying to share.

So the dive began and I submerged under water and was lead by the leader of our group to the beginning of the current area through the reef’s underwater tunnel. I had no idea that once one was inside a reef dive you literally get pushed along with the current. For some reason, I think I may have been the last of the divers to go and I was all alone. I was being conscious, or perhaps neurotic, about my breathing as I was not an experienced diver with that type of dive, or diving in dark seas in general. All sorts of fish and pretty distractions kept whizzing by as I shot down that underwater tunnel. Beauty speeding by so fast, similar to the stories revealed to me by brides and grooms about their wedding day pace reflections--deep in the bliss and faster beyond their control submerged inside the sea of friends and family.

However, on this specific dive I actually encountered my first school of sharks I had ever seen diving. These creatures… they fascinated me. My first instinct was intrigue. But, my brain said to me, “I think you are supposed to be scared.” Yet my instincts showed me not to show fear. So, I pulled out my dinky underwater camera, looked directly into the eyes of one of the sharks (while maintaining my distance), and flashed a quick picture! The current then picked-up and I glided along next to these creatures just trying to go with the flow. We were all forced by nature’s push down that underwater tunnel and I had no other choice but to surrender. This dive was beyond my control. I noticed we were all floating together--a blur of submerged tranquil noise whizzing down that tunnel. The pretty fish, colorful corals, and those sharks all together--pretty peacefully, actually. And, for some reason beyond my control, I made it out of the reef current first. I thought, “did I just see what I think I just saw?” Puzzled, I looked around and noticed that those sharks were now nowhere to be seen. I emerged above that sea and swam back to our ship at sea. I got back onto that boat and said to my fellow divers, “that was an amazing dive!” Those reef current dives… they really just take you down their own path, don’t they?

Recently, I found that roll of film from that dive. It was pretty blurry. But, my memory of that current and its creatures remains vivid. Funny creatures, those sharks... to out swim.