Thursday, July 24, 2014

Foot prints



If that isn't enough to make you stop and think I don't know what is.

What kind of footsteps do you leave, one might ask, or then again what sort of footsteps are you following in 
another might ask.  And still another might ask how are the footsteps you leave influenced by the ones you 
follow.  Have you struck off on a path, leaving footprints in rarely trod on ground, or following the 
group on it's dusty path??  It is a proud man or woman who's child follows in their footsteps and goes into the
 family business.  Are you following the footsteps of someone famous, or just someone you  met and admired. A path of exploration, all your own.  Do you follow  because you feel compelled to do so, or just wandering.   Did someone tell you, or inspire you to follow in their footsteps. 
 
 
Are you on this path to learn something,  to earn something, to satisfy your curiosity or just to have fun.  Are you on this path because you are lost, and searching.    Maybe running from something or to something?  Do you know where you are going or do you in it for the gift of the journey itself.  Do you want people to follow you example.  
May-be learn form your mistakes.  Or could you just be in it because the trip itself is a large part of the reward.
 
None of this is what I had in mind when I save this picture, I had in mind collecting up small rocks and pebbles 
to make my own version of this,  So far I haven't had much success the rocks aren't co-operating, but the day is cool and sunny and it is fun 
to play in gravel.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Wednesday, July 16, 2014




I think, at a child's birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift should be curiosity! - Eleanor Roosevelt


For a very long time this post has been sitting in the "drafts" waiting for me to write it.  There are so many things that one needs to learn before they go out into the world, most can be found in books, or learned from others.   All those little facts and skills that make life easier and those  rare and random  bits of knowledge that make life interesting, and those facts that can save your life and or the life of others.

But then there are those things  that enrich your life.  Curiosity, a sense of wonder, the willingness to try new thing and entertain new thoughts.  Yes, it can have it's dangers,
but is that really curiosity that is dangerous?  I don't know.

  Why does the snow fall? Why is it dark at night, Why do people talk different e.g. speak different languages.  Why this and why that, all the hows come's and why fors that expand out thoughts beyond the circle of our small patch of earth.    The wondering, the curiosity that allows your mind to roam to the edges of the universe, or 20,000 leagues under the sea.  Fuels for creativity, and imagination, and a sure cure for boredom.  

Yes, I really do think it is that simple.  

Friday, July 11, 2014

Thursday, July 10, 2014

gardening

 


Some years everything comes together, and some years you have to strap together with iron bands and blood sweat, and ingenuity.  And this has been one of those years that tested my skills and stamina.   
My garden  feeds my soul and my well being,  fires my imaginations, lifts my spirits, and lets me touch the infinite, and oh yeah, provides me with tomatoes, cukes, beans and pumpkins. potatoes and the awesomely tasty home grown Brussels Sprouts. 

I still get a rush when I seed tiny plants breaking through the soil, well not so much the weeds,  the wonder of a sprouting seed, can overwhelm me.  Some where I  learned a saying that went something like" anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only Gaia can count the apples in a seed", and to that one humbly adds how far those seeds and apples can travel while I work.  Can they or will they travel as far as my thoughts do. The woods are full of apple trees, some mark the place where homesteads or logging camps once stood, but many were planted by birds and other animals.  Or perhaps by  Johnny Appleseed, who was based on a real person: named John Chapman (September 26, 1774 – March 11, 1845),  who planted orchards not random plantings of trees, true apples are not native to North America.      



 Watching the clouds sail by as I work, and the patterns of light and shadow, color and motion, it is almost like a ballet. Almost. The birds, ad grace notes with their song, and their comings and goings. Sometimes I respond to their calls, and they even answer me.  The wind, refreshes me,  with it soft whispers, and sometimes it mad rush through the trees, carrying sweet and not so sweet smells.  There are no days when the outside world and it's noises and distraction appear to have disappeared. Gives one the feeling that raising food is really only part of having a garden.





 





     

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

haiku

 each year, past ruined
 front steps, weeds and broken jars
the bounty still waits
 
 

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Happy Birthday

 
Happy Birthday
Tenzin Gyatso
14th Dalai Lama of Tibet
 
 
 



 










 




Happy Birthday  Your Holiness!!!
on this 79th anniversary of you birth

your wisdom, strength
and openness
have taught me that
holiness is also joyfulness
compassion comes from strength
and wisdom is being realistic