Sunday, September 27, 2020
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
|Stop #1 along Hwy 88|
It’s a question that has been emerging for some time. Several years ago, in a values exercise with a friend, “connection” was in my top three values, and, more recently, the tagline for my art appeared as “connecting through art.”
When I saw a sign for Silver Lake, that seemed like a fine destinaton, so I continued up the hill, stopping frequently for photos that just had to be taken. The first fall colors were spotting the hillsides and, as usual, Aspen gold made my heart flutter.
The Zen Master Thích Nhất Hạnh was asked what we need to do to save our world and he replied: “What we most need to do is to hear within us the sound of the earth crying.”
|Picnic Table info graphics|
- Wherever you go, there will be beauty to be found.
- Stop often! You may never come this way again.
- No eating in a moving car. Stop and savor.
Saturday, September 19, 2020
Update: September 19, 2020
Every once in a while a post from some time ago, pops up again as did this one.
In this time of COVID-19, it's an interesting reminder of how important little things are. So many people are acting as if it doesn't matter if we wear a mask and avoid crowded conditions, especially those that involve shouting, cheering, and singing. It does matter. Our actions matter. Our choices matter. ***
Thursday, September 17, 2020
(We know the day we were born, but most of us do not know the day we will die. This love letter to my life is written on the day I've designated as my death day, the 17th of every month, and reminds me to be grateful for my incredible life.)
I fell in love with California when I arrived at 22 with my Marine Corps husband who had just returned from Vietnam. This kid from Kansas/Oklahoma was enchanted and was fortunate enough to spend most of her adult life in some of the most beautiful places in California: the southern coast, San Diego, Santa Barbara, Bishop, the Sierra foothills, the central coast, and even a place called Paradise.
At one point I remember swearing three things:
I would never retire
I would never remarry
- I loved my work and thought I would do it forever … until the Universe retired me in the recession of 2008.
- My husband died fourteen years ago and I haven’t remarried and think there’s little likelihood of that happening, but 2020 is such a weird year, who knows?
- A few months after my husband died, I left California and experienced three years of Arkansas and Colorado before returning to California. Later, when it seemed impossible to balance my income to California housing prices, I left for Mexico for two years and then tried Nevada for a year.
Part of it was family, however, it wasn’t until I stumbled on the possibility of living on the lake in Northern California that other pieces started falling into place … trees and water … wildflowers … nature … beauty and peace … kayaking on a quiet lake surrounded by yellow pond lilies.
Friday, September 11, 2020
I’ve always had enough time; it was just filled with too many distractions. COVID took away some of those distractions and a life change put me in the car for longer periods, so I started listening to podcasts and discovered a world of inspiration and wisdom.
Bioneers: Revolution from the Heart of Nature quickly became one of my favorite sources.
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