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I love that soft animal body and the words of Mary Oliver. -------- You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things. Mary Oliver Wild Geese #augustbreak2018 #ilove #words #maryoliver #wildgeese #sheba #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsI love making squares. It's portable and simple. Love need not be complimented. #augustbreak2018 #squares #ilove #crochet #grannysquares #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsI seemed to have lost my 'creative' mojos but I can still make pretty good dough. It feels good to sink my hands into its softness. Might as well make use of today's cool to fire up the oven. Feels like fall with winter coming soon. Want to put socks on. #makingdough #coolday #bakingbread #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsToday, last year I washed all my upstairs windows. Clean open window, open heart. Summer was still normal. Not at all normal this year. The windows not so clean and closed to the cool and rain. As for the heart, it's pondering. #augustbreak2018 #lastyear #cleanwindows #openwindows #openheart #normalsummer #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsTruths are raw. They hit you in the face. They bring tears to my eyes. That we need signs like this in our community garden is necessary and sad. Worse still even with signs, people still steal from others' hard work and left a trail of their thieving. Our onions are gone. The discarded greens are my trail of tears. This is probably not youthful theft or vandalism but an adult being deserving and liberal about the word 'community.' #augustbreak2018 #raw #truths #thoushallnotsteal #thieving #communitygarden #onionthief #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsIt is not difficult to imagine the end of everything as we once knew. My world looks apocalyptic in evening or morning light. We have been in a smoky haze for days. I am no longer fond of fiery sunrises or sunsets. The heat rising from the sidewalk last evening when I was walking Sheba made it quite a possibility the planet has a definite limited life span. #augustbreak2018 #eveninglight #morninglight #smoke #ourplanetdaily #definitelifespan #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsShades of pink - more or less. I like to wear them, too. They agree with me. #augustbreak #pink #shades #petunias #geraniums #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsIn the heat, waiting for the bed to be filled with caught rain water. Good I have shade. I have quite a few spaghetti squash. #raisedgardenbeds #rainwater #spaghettisquash #heat #photochallenge #taleswithfriendsDay 170 - Dead Tree -#365somethings2018 The heat and smoky haze made me do this. #watercolour #deadtree #heat #drout #taleswithfriendsHappiness is keeping cool and: If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, - Rudyard Kipling #augustbreak2018 #happinessis #keepingcool #sheba #photochallenge #taleswithfriends
Monthly Archives: May 2014
COME SATURDAY
Today is one of those perfect, perfect Saturdays. I hear the Sandpipers song, Come Saturday Morning in my head. “Come Saturday morning I’m going away with my friend We’ll Saturday-spend to the end of the day Just I and my … Continue reading
WAITING NO MORE – Friday Fictioneers
I gaze at the bright vista before me – a perfect picture framed by the arches. Peaceful at last! I do not have to fret any more. When I needed to find him, he led me here. He heard me … Continue reading
LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE
I was so envious of Sheba this morning. There she was, asleep on the rug, not a care in the world, not a tense bone in her body – at perfect ease. That’s the state I am seldom in. But … Continue reading
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Tagged ease, healing, health, life, Lissa Rankin, Mind Over Medicine, stress, un-ease
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HOW GRAPE THOU ART
The rains has stopped. The days are a bit cooler but the sun is competing with the clouds. Perfect weather for more planting. I am excited and impassioned. I have the green bug in me. We rushed out to Dutch … Continue reading
THE MIST – Friday Fictioneers
Picture prompt for Friday Fictioneer: I peered into the thickening mist calling his name. Oh, where was he? It was getting late and the mist was closing in. I climbed onto the fence, trying to see further into … Continue reading
GARDEN IN THE RAIN
On a rainy morning, I’m hearing Diana Krall crooning. I’m seeing past years’ garden in the rain. “T’was just a garden in the rain Close to a little leafy lane A touch of color ‘neath skies of gray The raindrops … Continue reading
AFTER THE HEAT
After a couple of days of heat, the clouds and the showers came. It was a welcomed relief for the garden and gardener. I took the opportunity to do a bit more planting in between raindrops. Two raspberry bushes went … Continue reading
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Tagged gardening, green thumb, life, pots, raspberries, running wild, weeds
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