Silent Sunday with some wordy pictures

Peace Rocks

Peace rocks.
Peace Rocks!

Ain't language grand?  The same words can mean the different things, one of the things that makes it more difficult to get one's message across in print. The inflections of the spoken word and hand gestures, the wink and nod, or knowing smile aren't there.  Printed words are dry by comparison to the words of the storyteller, or conversationalist.  Is that why emoji's were invented, could be!  A simple symbol makes it all clear.

Anyway, there is no doubt that these little  rocks with Peace signs on them are something special.  So when I read about the PeaceWeavers rock project, I thought  that is one brilliant idea.  And I feel deeply that I should share the idea,  because I believe in the idea of waging Peace, in a strong, quiet and gentle way.   

Peace really does begin in the heart of one person and hopefully it spreads, and spreads. Now I can just hear people saying "that's and old Hippie idea" or "there never has been peace before" .  And I agree with both,  but there is no reason we can't as individuals enjoy peace, even if the rest of the world is madly trying to wipe each other off the face of the earth.  One pretty little rock at a time, we can remind ourselves, to be peaceful in our own hearts and hope it spreads.   These tiny reminders, left for people to enjoy and  if they wish take home with them.  made simply using paint and stone, could be the reminders
of how one person can make a change.

haiku~~~Lammas fireworks

spider's web of light
fireworks in the night sky
grander still than man's

Loaves, Bountiful Lammastide

Gentle readers, I wish you a bountiful Lammas.

Midsummer day,  the first of August, often called Loafmass, because the first of the new wheat would be ground and made into bread, on this day.   This is the beginning of the harvest season.  Until this time of year, the bread was made from last years grain, and doubtless it was getting pretty old and pretty scarce.  The thought of fresh bread from fresh flour must have been something to look forward to.


For a few weeks now I have been picking blueberries and raspberries, the early Spring/Summer has made for some truly early berry pies.   The potatoes are ready to lift, and the peppers and tomatoes are weeks ahead of schedule.  May-haps this the year I will finally harvest watermelons.  I can remember a time when many fruits and vegetable were only available "in season", but we/I are spoilt by the availability of fresh produce from across the globe, in almost ever season.

silent sunday with some last day of July randoms