“Tiger in a Tree” | Anthony Satori
Everything in the universe is movement, transformation and flow. Our perceptions, decisions, and conscious thought are what empower us to create meaning from the chaos. The more finely we tune our awakened consciousness to our higher mind, the more beautiful and enriching our world will become.
“The Trumpet Man” | Anthony Satori
“The art of art, the glory of expression, and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.”
— Walt Whitman
A man walked out onto the beach, unpacked his things, and began to play his trumpet. The sweet, muted tones of his soulful melodies sang out for anyone who would listen. The place he sat was the same concrete bench that had been there before. Around him was the same sand, the same lamp post, the same air. But now, in this space where there had been no music, there was now music. Now, all the rollerbladers and the volleyball players, the sunbathers and the beachgoers, they all had a soundtrack playing around them. This is the art of art. This is the glory of expression. This is simplicity.
“California Poppies” | Anthony Satori
“A light wind swept over… and all nature laughed in the sunshine.”
— Anne Bronte
“Infinite Storm of Beauty” | Anthony Satori
“When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.”
— John Muir
“Inner Beauty” | Anthony Satori
For me, art is a kind of magic. It is the act of bringing inner beauty out into the light.
“The Ripple Effect” | Anthony Satori
“On one hand, we know that everything happens for a reason, and there are no mistakes or coincidences. On the other hand, we learn that we can never give up, knowing that with the right tools and energy, we can reverse any decree or karma. So, which is it? Let the Light decide, or never give up? The answer is: both.”
— Yehuda Berg
“Canoe and Tree” | Anthony Satori
“To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float.”
— Alan Watts
“The Lure of Beauty” | Anthony Satori
“I have often said that the lure of flying is the lure of beauty.”
— Amelia Earhart
“Wonderful” | Anthony Satori
“I see skies of blue, clouds of white, the bright blessed day, the dark sacred night.. and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.”
— Louis Armstrong
“Pecan” | Anthony Satori
“To photograph is… when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.”
— Henri Cartier-Bresson
Not long ago, I heard a squirrel making tracks across the roof of my house. I heard him on numerous occasions, and each time I would hear his little feet scurry across the tiles, I became more and more curious to see what my little animal friend looked like.
One morning, after hearing him dash across my rooftop, I went out into the yard and spotted him in a nearby tree. He could see me, but he did not move. I slowly and carefully took a large shelled pecan from my pocket and placed it on the top of a wooden fence. I then stood near the fence and waited. He spotted the treat almost immediately from his perch. I could tell that he wanted to eat the pecan very badly, but he was also still unsure. After a couple of short minutes, however, he must have decided that I was okay, because he cautiously walked over to within just a few feet from where I was standing and picked up the nut. Much to my delight, he did not run away with it, but instead sat upright, looked me straight in the eye, and hungrily nibbled away. I stayed very still, speaking quietly to him, telling him how polite I thought he was for staying near and eating it in my presence. As he nibbled, I even managed to take a photograph of him. (The image above.) When he finished the nut, he ran off into the tree again, turned around, and continued to watch me carefully from his branch.
After a moment, I very deliberately reached into my pocket and pulled out another delicious pecan. I showed it to him and then placed it in the same spot on the wooden fence. This time, he did not hesitate. He climbed down from the tree, loped over to where I stood, and picked up the nut in his little hands. Prudently deciding to save this one for later, he put it into his mouth, turned, and ran off. He swept quickly across the fence and lept onto the brick wall at the edge of my yard. With one last look at me, he flew across the top of the distant wall at lightning speed, and I managed to capture one more photograph. (That image –“Fleeting Reality” — can be seen here: http://bit.ly/2jaaRGP) He then disappeared into the trees and I returned inside, feeling very content about the events of the morning.
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