Sanctuary

I am on the south bank of the Adyar River, near the mouth on the Bay of Bengal.  Here is a sanctuary  . . .

20121208-163456.jpg

20130909-163634.jpg. . . A place of contemplation, regeneration, renewal, inspiration. A ripe place resting in wisdom.

20121208-230856.jpg

20130909-161459.jpg

20130909-161559.jpg

A garden of thoughtful gardeners.

20130909-160439.jpg

A garden crafted to remind us of profound wisdom  within the diversity of our collective  heritage.

20121208-232816.jpg

20130909-132605.jpg

20130910-141738.jpg

Many are the riotous celebrations and testimonies of life and death in symbiosis. All gardens are tributes to inter-galactic vitality.

 

20130909-174435.jpg

20130910-141225.jpg

Here you will find choruses of melodious forms entwined within a cacophony of monuments, both sacred and utilitarian. . . .

 

. . . .monuments to human aspiration . . . .

20130909-164821.jpg

. . . . .and vanity.

This garden is a glorious eulogy to the possession of ideas – powerful ideas. And loftiness in general.

20130909-164243.jpg

20130909-164443.jpg

The univocal nature of human religion and the Brotherhood of Man are very lofty ideas.

20130909-164611.jpg

Nature’s humble grace lends a lure here to the luminous legacy of highly evolved beings –
soothing a certain awkwardness we tend to have with loftiness these days, in this less illustrious age. . .

20130910-145048.jpg

20130909-172350.jpg

. . . and offering a plethora of diversions from certain brute realities accompanied by plenty of cross-cultural in-congruency:

20130910-141440.jpg

20130910-144303.jpg

Nature’s own testimony can be gargantuan . . .

20130909-173232.jpg

20130909-173420.jpg

20130909-173628.jpg

20130909-173905.jpg

Yet soft and sweet as a sibling sister. Dainty. . . Refined.

20130909-154039.jpg

Fanciful and frolicsome . . . .

 

20130909-174525.jpg

. . . and playfully precise.

Here an exalted presence survives the passage of time, remains pervasive – with side-stage prompts invoking timeless humour, mocking posturings of grandeur and self-importance:

20130910-141304.jpg

 

This canopy interferes with network coverage thereby relieving us of a variety of subtle noises, thus harbouring and protecting an integrity in daily practice inaccessible beyond the boundary wall.

20130910-150754.jpg

20121208-231247.jpg

 

 

 

20121208-165226.jpg

Eloquent relics of bygone prestige can be surveyed by distinguished guests under gentle respectful supervision in the sanctum sanatorium permeated by the voice of silence and awe:

Blavatsky's table.jpg

This bed-cum-desk-combo below was made for the indomitable Dr. Annie Besant, I believe, for the explicit purpose of waking in the night and effortlessly jotting down gems:

20130909-170044.jpg

When Colonel Olcott and Madame Blavatsky first arrived to survey the site, after alighting from their carriage Blavatsky paused a moment, a pregnant pause. She then pronounced this marvellously potent message: “The Masters want this purchased!”

This woman was a legend.

I learned about this when quite young; it has just the right succinct, exquisite mix of profound and profane to tickle me, it is the kernel of an awesome, stupendous myth that has inspired and directed many, very many of us and the ripples are as strong as ever; the primary manifestation of this myth is encapsulated here.

20130910-161759.jpg

The workers aren’t paid well but they are happy.

 

The nursery-office  is the Humble Hub where seeds are stored and fruit distributed, it’s certainly one of the places the dogs like best:

20130910-151315.jpg

20130910-151412.jpg

20130910-151754.jpg

20130910-152042.jpg

The Manager working here grew up right next to the glorious gargantuan Baobab you saw before.  He’s a very happy man.

This place is bordered by the river on the north, the Bay of Bengal on the east and chaos on the other two sides.  Nevertheless, the trees here are so proficient at soaking up chaos that within a few minutes of walking through the gates you invisibly enter an entirely different world.

There are too many images here now so i will begin another story another time.

Sobeit.

Salute.  Apeetha Arunagiri

Tags: Botanical, Contemplative, regenerative

Categories: Intimate Observations

I am an Australian woman dividing time between Arunachalam and Adyar in South India and Coburg in Australia. Besides this Sonagiristories Blog, there are two other blogs that provide photographic reportage gleaned by this Australian outsider on the inside of India:

http://welcometokaliyuga.com

http://hinge-pin-press.com

Visual work such as watercolours, cartoons, deck of cards, silk banners, hand-made, printed and published books, puppets, soft sculpture and so on, can be found under title: THE SECULAR SACRED – images towards an ecology of mind, PERSONAL PUPPETS and ASTRO-PUPPETS on the hinge-pin site.  I hope everyone who visits these sites enjoys themselves.  Please do email me if you would like to know more or buy anything.

Salute!
POST NAVIGATION
← PREVIOUS POST
NEXT POST →
BLOG AT WORDPRESS.COM.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s