Men stumble over the truth from time to time, but most pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing happened.– Winston Churchill
Our country is caught up in political turmoil and rhetoric, much of it driven by fear. My wish today is that we find the strength to follow a spiritual path and know that political boundaries are often made by man to further an agenda that is self serving and driven by greed.
Do not be afraid to walk a righteous path that leads ALL of mankind into the Light. For I do not believe we will, any of us, get there alone. It is only in an unselfish desire to reach out and help others that we can walk that path and we cannot walk it in fear.
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
That is an old Irish Blessing and I like it.
The photo is a closeup of the center of a Pink Lady Hellebore and she speaks to me of beauty and purpose. When I touched her the name Sylvia popped into my head and made me smile, so Sylvia she is 🙂
These last four months have been difficult and I’m ashamed to say not without a bit of self pity and self doubt and judgement of who I really am. Sometimes the anxiety and depression have lead me to panic and shake and question who I really am. I’ve gotten so scared I couldn’t think straight. Lessons I thought learned have been shown to only have been introductory, like Life 101 and left me wanting and needing to get more advanced but not sure I have what it takes. Maybe I have reached a time when I need the Waters of Life to be placid more often and not like white water rafting or an old fashioned rollercoaster with dips and turns that make me slightly nauseated.
I am much improved from my Reverse Shoulder Replacement Surgery and learning to use my right shoulder without a rotator cuff (surgeon removed). I still go to therapy twice a week and am gaining more range of motion but not enough to do things I once toolk for granted, like row or use my heavy camera with telephoto for wildlife. Getting back into actively working is coming up Wednesday as I try to substitute teach for the first time since April. It isn’t the physical activity but rather the knowledge that I simply have to do it to make ends meet. It is already proving to be more difficult than I thought it would be and Im only trying to get into a better frame of mind, but will try and face it, and accept the lessons it may bring. Even if I cannot do so with enthusiasm please let me do so with grace and dignity. May I find the courage to live my life with my face turned toward the Truth and my head held high.and may I not be ashamed of the tears that may fall.
Feeling Good…marking 3 months and two weeks since Reverse Shoulder Replacement surgery and finally emerging from a long strange trip with pain as my companion.
Last Poppy Petal…and the beat goes on…
I think that Iife is not a circle. It is a spiral. It is infinite.
It has gotten too warm for poppies, but I have truly enjoyed them. I admired this last petal with sadness until it occurred to me that the blossom was simply changing, not dying. There is no death, only ever changing. The energy of the cosmos goes on and on, what a marvelous plan. This poppy blossomed and attracted pollinators and now a beautiful seed pod will develop and burst open and new adventures will begin. I know it’s a tad out of focus but then so am I!
Ain’t Life a kick?
Fallen Impatiens Blossom
Sometimes I am sorely disappointed in myself. I see other people who seem to have life so much more under control. They don’t seem to see the world in ways that bring sadness and discouragement. It’s like they never walk in the shadows.
“No one else has access to the world you carry around within yourself; you are its custodian and entrance. No one else can see the world the way you see it. No one else can feel your life the way you feel it. Thus it is impossible to ever compare two people because each stands on such different ground. When you compare yourself to others, you are inviting envy into your consciousness; it can be a dangerous and destructive guest.”
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
July 22… I took a short cut through an old alleyway and paused in the shade. A vine growing from a crack in the bricks caught my eye and reminded me that I often see beauty when I calm my spirit and slow my vision from darting here and there and simply see what is in the quiet.
“With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.”
― William Wordsworth
“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.”
― Mother Teresa
I am so tired of all the hatred and the violence and the revenge and the maligning and the maliciousness. It breaks me down and makes me so sad I think my heart will break. I am just an old Hippy Chick, living on a old sailboat who still believes in Love. I have to hang on to the Faith that there is purpose unto heaven and I seek solace in the Natural World and quietly pray as my little boat rocks me. I try to lift the world a bit with my photographs and simple words. It is all I have to give. May it make a small ripple of goodness in this Cosmic Sea we call The Universe.
“One love, one heart, one destiny.”
― Bob Marley
July 11, 2019
“Love Comes In Time”
…John Fred (and the Playboys)
This old trip I’ve been on sure hasn’t run in a straight line. I mean I have traveled paths that twisted round and round on each other so much I wasn’t always sure if I was coming or going, though I know that’s not true. I have come to creeks to cross where the path seemed to end there and yet I hitched up my skirt and stepped into the cold water and felt the rounded stones from ages gone by and made my way across carrying only Faith that said “git along little girl”.
My trip has taken me to people and places where the lessons have been so hard I thought to just turn and run. Sometimes the sky grows dark and as the colors mute so does the light in my mind’s eye.
Others times I have climbed steep paths till there opened before me meadows filled with wild flowers and I so threw caution to the wind, stripped myself of baggage and clothes and danced in the evening light till the moon rose and the stars came out. Part of me longed to stay but knowing as Robert Frost once said, “way leads on to way” I had miles to go and strange and wondrous sights to see, and oh so many lessons.
I believe my journey is purposeful, even if I do not understand what that truly means. I have come to understand that if I am to be happy I must keep on truckin’ and that along the way I will, from time and time, come across a situation where there is a lesson to be learned that I am sure I already took and got a passing grade. Maybe I got a C- and not an A, but I passed. I whine because I do not want to take this lesson again. However, I seem to know that in order to move on I will have to study this one again.
Today’s lesson was this….
The Love is in the journey, not JUST the destination. In the end it is the labor of Love that endures, the tangible does not. I lost some pottery today that I had lovingly made and had great hopes for. The pieces were destroyed and though they are gone the experience of creating them can never be taken away from me. The joy really was in the doing. Sounds simple, but I have a feeling this won’t be the last time Life gives me this lesson. It, of course, wasn’t about pottery. It was about understanding what is truly important in this journey.
How much have you loved?