Thursday, August 22, 2013
It's not universal, but for some of us born after WWII, it's a bit of a challenge putting a sense of enjoyment at the top of the To Do List. Am not willing to change my spots, but am willing to take on improved ways of coping with the ills that come upon life's shore.
Summertime, summertime, no longer as lazy & hazy as an ole 60's song. I must admit that during those teen aged years there was no stopping us, as we never fell short of finding ways to have fun. Here's an old time 60's link of a song we all had fun with-
That fine ark of a life, moving into the crossover in a figure eight. How do we know if we're skating
correctly? Not just the pattern on the ice, but our form. We certainly know if the ice is thn. How do we know how well we're doing it? A give away to the question is expressed with another question- What did it feel like in a mind-body way, as we were cutting into those marks? How does the pattern look? Did we feel graceful & confident as we moved through time & space? And ultimately, are we still standing?
My friends, those of whom we are close, we often share our deeper thoughts, & confidences with one another. It's the sharing that is a good gauge. Each life pattern though seemingly ordinary is unique. No two lives will ever be the same. We may as well be snowflakes. And in the midst of the universe we are. Often times our beauty is formed due to the effects of a blizzard or two. I suppose these storms toughen us up, but we've got to move quickly. Not to melt. Therefore we cast our sails in a forward fashion, relying once again on strengthening our mortal selves. In doing so with each & every wave we strengthen our need for balance in our ocean's sea of life.
Monday, August 19, 2013
The tide goes out the tide comes in. A life force we are still in awe of. So many mysteries of our inner space here on planet earth.In all honesty the unknown is a great leveling field, for no human will ever know everything. It's a comfort & a reminder, no matter the brands one chooses to buy, or where anyone individual lives. Ultimately we're all in this together. Some "get it" better than others, but even that doesn't matter.
The tide comes in the tide goes out.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
One Hundred Plus Prayer Flags From Napal What's Not To Love
The woodlands where I've established our funky little Peace Garden is as you know a fun & true passion. This environment has of course presented a challenge in regards to being able to add color, for the possibility of flowers past springtime is never a success due to the herds of deer that roam our region. Several years ago I added a few prayer flags, & early this summer on my son's suggestion I created a few prayer flags of my own. The various prayers the flags share with the world, panel by panel, thread by thread brings me great joy. Also the colors, what's not to love, as now I no longer feel bad about not being able to have an array of flowers.
Traditions run far & traditions run deep, from Tibet, to Nepal, all over the world, & for our little neck of the woods too!
So that's all for today in The Peace Garden my friends, except for the poison ivy [or is it sumac this time?], which arrived on my right forearm an hour ago. Am aiming for the end of the month to add a very special item I've finally been able to track down. I was told it's all set & it's been put aside. That & another touch & I think this garden will be near complete. But that's far from true as we all know. Is a garden ever really done? It's evolving, as are we....