The Magic of the Cities.
Zen promotes the rediscovery of the obvious, which is so often lost in its familiarity and simplicity. It sees the miraculous in the common and magic in our everyday surroundings. When we are not rushed, and our minds are unclouded by conceptualizations, a veil will sometimes drop, introducing the viewer to a world unseen since childhood. ~ John Greer
Showing posts with label Desierto de los Leones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Desierto de los Leones. Show all posts
Friday, October 30, 2015
Monday, September 14, 2015
Woods Flower
“Perfumes
are the feelings of flowers.”
― Heinrich Heine
― Heinrich Heine
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
A Monastery in the Forest
The park's name, Desierto de los Leones, is largely due to the Carmelite monastery situated
just north of its center. Carmelite monks called their residences
“deserts”. But the exact origin of “de los Leones” is not known. The
first monastery complex was constructed between 1606 and 1611. By 1711,
this structure had deteriorated greatly. It was demolished and a new one was
built in its place adjoining just south of the original complex. By the
end of the 18th century, the cold, damp weather and increasingly frequent
visitors forced the monks to move their monastery to Tenancingo in 1801. The
monastery was declared a national monument on 16 May 1937. The 18th-century
structure has a number of areas that have been restored and opened to the
public. In addition to the old monastery, the park attracts visitors for
the nature that surrounds the complex. The park offers activities such as
day camping, overnight camping, hiking and mountain biking.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Hermitage Ghost
“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct
time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I
was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room
I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old
wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked
at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen
strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and
my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Lost in Translation
“Anything you dream
is fiction, and anything you accomplish is science,
the whole history of
mankind is nothing but science fiction.”
~Ray Bradbury |
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