Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
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The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The rose series continues…
Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
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February 12, 2021: The Usual Won’t Do
My usual sabbath practice when hanging with the #hadeninstitute centers around a walk in the #kanuga woods. A wander around the neighborhood will just have to do this time. These feathered friends helped make up for the change of location.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The rose series continues…
Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More
February 12, 2021: The Usual Won’t Do
My usual sabbath practice when hanging with the #hadeninstitute centers around a walk in the #kanuga woods. A wander around the neighborhood will just have to do this time. These feathered friends helped make up for the change of location.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The rose series continues…
Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More
February 12, 2021: The Usual Won’t Do
My usual sabbath practice when hanging with the #hadeninstitute centers around a walk in the #kanuga woods. A wander around the neighborhood will just have to do this time. These feathered friends helped make up for the change of location.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The rose series continues…
Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More
February 12, 2021: The Usual Won’t Do
My usual sabbath practice when hanging with the #hadeninstitute centers around a walk in the #kanuga woods. A wander around the neighborhood will just have to do this time. These feathered friends helped make up for the change of location.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The rose series continues…
Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More
February 12, 2021: The Usual Won’t Do
My usual sabbath practice when hanging with the #hadeninstitute centers around a walk in the #kanuga woods. A wander around the neighborhood will just have to do this time. These feathered friends helped make up for the change of location.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The rose series continues…
Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More
February 12, 2021: The Usual Won’t Do
My usual sabbath practice when hanging with the #hadeninstitute centers around a walk in the #kanuga woods. A wander around the neighborhood will just have to do this time. These feathered friends helped make up for the change of location.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The rose series continues…
Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More
February 12, 2021: The Usual Won’t Do
My usual sabbath practice when hanging with the #hadeninstitute centers around a walk in the #kanuga woods. A wander around the neighborhood will just have to do this time. These feathered friends helped make up for the change of location.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The rose series continues…
Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More
February 12, 2021: The Usual Won’t Do
My usual sabbath practice when hanging with the #hadeninstitute centers around a walk in the #kanuga woods. A wander around the neighborhood will just have to do this time. These feathered friends helped make up for the change of location.
Read More