Favorite Foto Friday - At the Still Point

My friend Angela is a wonderful photographer. We met in college here on the east coast, but now she lives in Washington state, which is much too far away! Fortunately, she and her husband (also a college friend) were able to visit recently for my friend Lauren's wedding. They, along with their two precious daughters, stayed with us and we had such a blast. At the end of the weekend Angela offered to take some photos of my husband and I around our home. Here are  a few from some she recently posted to her own blog. I absolutely love them!

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You can more of her work, such as my friend Lauren's wedding at her blog or you can go to her website: stillpointphotography.net.

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;

Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,

But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,

Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,

Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,

There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.

And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.

The inner freedom from the practical desire,

The release from action and suffering, release from the inner

And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded

By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving,

Erhebung without motion, concentration

Without elimination, both a new world

And the old made explicit, understood

In the completion of its partial ecstasy,

The resolution of its partial horror.

Yet the enchainment of past and future

Woven in the weakness of the changing body,

Protects mankind from heaven and damnation

Which flesh cannot endure. 

Time past and time future

Allow but a little consciousness.

To be conscious is not to be in time

But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden,

The moment in the arbour where the rain beat,

The moment in the draughty church at smokefall

Be remembered; involved with past and future.

Only through time time is conquered.

- from BUIRNT NORTON

(No. 1 of 'Four Quartets')

T.S. Eliot