Dahlias

There are so many different kinds of dahlias.  Who would think these flowers would be the same genus

as this one!

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Wikipedia says that dahlias are also related to sunflowers, daisies, chrysanthemums, and zinnias.

Photo Journal of a Snail’s Adventure

Last week, when I removed an overgrown chive plant from my garden, I discovered it had been covering two snails. One appeared to be missing a big part of its shell and mucous was pouring out of that area. It looked like the other snail was eating the mucous. When I separated them, the wounded one didn’t move but the other one did. I followed its movement taking photographs along the way.

Notice in the photos below that the snail is approaching a crevice in the piece of concrete.

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Turning to the right.

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And then pulling his shell up.

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He has almost made it to the top.

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Success!

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As I continued to watch, I decided to follow him by video.

You  are about to enter a snail’s world.  [The snail you see at the very end of the first video is the wounded snail. The snail from the photographs above is the star of the first video (47 seconds) and all of the second one (2.59 minutes).]

I thought he was headed in a particular direction but I was wrong!

After about 20 minutes, the wounded snail began to show signs of life. In time it started on its own journey. So was it really wounded? If not, had they been mating?

I looked for information and videos on snail mating but nothing that was described or shown looked like what I had seen. There is so much I don’t know. I appreciate the glimpse into the wonders of nature that this experience has given me.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Fun (for me!)

The Beauty of Chinese Lantern Pods

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I have long been fascinated by Chinese Lantern plants. One of my neighbors has them lining the fence in front of her yard. In reading about them for this post, I learned they are nightshades, and therefore are related to tomatoes, peppers and eggplants.

I try not to pluck any bloom before its time so have never had the opportunity to look at the pods closely. However, when I walked by the house yesterday, one of the pods was lying in the middle of the sidewalk. I took it home and began my investigation! What follows is a mixture of camera and microscopic photos.

(You can enlarge the photos by clicking on any of the galleries.)

The pod itself has a consistency similar to a heavy paper. When I opened it, I discovered that it was not the hollow object I had thought it to be. The red ball I found inside was striking, and it did indeed seem similar to a ripe tomato.

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When I opened the fruit, it looked even more like a tomato. One of the things I learned later was that the fruit is edible when it is ripe, although not very tasty, but it is poisonous when it is not ripe. I felt relieved I had had the intuition that I should wash my hands after cutting it open.

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Using the microscope I had the privilege of once again viewing the beauty and intricacies of nature.

Here are photos of the pod from the outside

and the inside.

 The stem has multiple colors and features.

Here is what the bottom of the pod looks like.

Once I opened the pod, I found the shiny red fruit and the part that connects the fruit to the pod to be so interesting.

 My favorite views came when I looked inside the fruit.

I hope you enjoyed this journey into the Chinese Lantern pod. I sure did.

Song Lyric Sunday: Bhagyada Lakshmi Baramma

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Last week, I was introduced to the amazing child singer, Sooryagayathri, from Kerala, India. I shared information about her, as well as three of her songs, in a previous post.

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I decided to use another one of her songs for my contribution to this week’s Song Lyric Sunday event. (The directions for the event were to “share a song you’ve heard recently for the first time and fell in love with.”) The song, Bhagyada Lakshmi Baramma is a tribute to Lakshmi, the Hindu Goddess of Wealth, Fortune and Prosperity, both material and spiritual. It was written in Kannada, a South Indian language, by Saint Purandara Dasa.

Lyrics

Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma nammamma ni sau
Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma ……

Hejjaya mele hejjeyanikkuta gejje kalgala dhvaniya toruta
Sajjana sadhu pujeya velege majjigeyolagina benneyante

Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma nammamma ni sau
Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma ……

Kanaka vrstiya kareyuta bare mana kamanaya siddhiya tore
Dinakara koti tejadi holeva janakarayana kumari vedha

Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma nammamma ni sau
Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma ……

Attittalagalade bhaktara maneyali nitya mahotsava nitya sumangala
Satyava toruva sadhu sajjanara cittadi holeva puttali bombe

Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma nammamma ni sau
Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma ……

Sankhye illada bhagyava kottu kankana kaiya tiruvuta bare
Kunkumankite pankaja locane Venkataramanana binkada rani

Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma nammamma ni sau
Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma ……

Sakkare tuppada kaluve harisi shukravaradha pujaya velage
Akkareyulla alagiri rangana cokka Purandara Vithalana rani

Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma nammamma ni sau
Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma ……

English Translation

Oh, Goddess of fortune. Laksmi devi ! Do come slowly with your anklets making the jingling sound. Come to us like butter emerging out of buttermilk when it is churned. Come and shower on us a rain of gold and fufilll our aspirations. Come with the brightness of countless number of rays of the sun. Come and bless us; Oh, Devi, who has taken incarnation as Sita. Oh, lotus eyed Devi who is the pride of Mahavishnu. Come and appear before us wearing the shining golden bracelets on your wrists and the auspicious vermilion mark on your forehead! Oh, consort of Purandaravitthala, welcome to you who shine auspiciously in the hearts of great sages. Oh, Queen of Alagiri Ranga, come to our worship on Friday when streams of ghee and sugar will overflow!

Sooryagayathri was nine years old when the video below was recorded. The man who is with her is her teacher, Kuldeep Pai.

I hope you enjoy her pure, mesmerizing voice. If you do, you can find more of her recordings on YouTube.

Photo Credit: http://hinduism.about.com/od/hindugoddesses/p/lakshmi.htm

 

Letting Go of Suffering

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For several years in the mid to late 1990’s and early 2000’s, I wrote articles about my experiences with Amma for “The New Times,” a free newspaper that was, at that time, available in Washington and Oregon. I have started sharing some of those articles on my blog. I am choosing the articles to post based on their topic, therefore they are not being shared chronologically. The article below was published in August of 1995.

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The experience of grief is inherent in living. As we live, events will happen that we don’t want to happen. We will undergo violations, endings, disappointments and betrayals. If we allow ourselves to fully feel the pain that comes with these events, we will most likely learn the important lessons that are there for us to learn and move on. If we suppress the painful feelings and mask them with self pity, guilt, blame, suspicion, sarcasm, indifference, and/or worry, we are likely to move into suffering.

One day last year (1994), during my annual visit with my spiritual teacher, Mata Amritanandamayi (Amma), whose ashram is located in Amritapuri, India, I had the opportunity to experience and move through two episodes of emotional pain. That year, I had come to the ashram bringing with me 60 handmade skirts and blouses. This clothing had been made by friends and myself for children living in the orphanage operated by Amma.

One day I told Amma that I was going to deliver the clothes to the orphanage. As you might imagine, I was totally shocked when she responded that since I had not brought 600 sets of clothes, enough for each child at the orphanage to have a set, none of the children could have them!

My mind immediately started operating on three tracks. The first track was filled with rage, fear and self pity. Among the internal messages were:

  • What do you mean I can’t take them? Don’t you know how hard we worked? 
  • You betrayed me! 
  • You made me betray my friends. 
  • You aren’t fair. 
  • You made me waste a whole year. 
  • Now everyone is gong to be mad at me and it’s YOUR fault. 

The second track both recognized the lessons I was receiving and attempted to de-escalate the parts of me that were angry and afraid. Those messages, which came in a clear matter of fact, non-critical tone included:

  • Of course she said that. She does not want to set up competition between the children. That is totally reasonable and consistent with what you know of her. 
  • If a gift is an offering that has no strings attached, then the clothes were not a gift. Look at your level of attachment. 
  • This was supposed to be seva (selfless service). Seva, by definition, means that there should be no expectation of the fruit of one’s actions. Examine the process that is happening. How can you learn to give freely? 
  • The work parties were very valuable for the people who participated. They experienced working in community. They experienced giving. They had fun. You have not hurt anyone. 
  • Your friends will have an opportunity to learn lessons such as those you are now learning. 

The third track in my mind was busy contemplating how to sell the clothes so the proceeds could be donated to the orphanage. In that way some of the intention behind the gift would be met. Within minutes I had formulated a tentative plan.

The second and third tracks obviously were supportive and needed no help from me. The first was a different story. I sat close to Amma and let the fury rage inside of me. I could have said something directly to her but there was no need. Ultimately, I believed her response to be correct. The energy I was now experiencing was primarily old betrayal energy of mine, rooted in my childhood. I first tried to move the energy through by imagining myself yelling at Amma. Then I imagined doing various anger release techniques I would do if I were in a therapy setting. These inner processes moved some of my negative energy, but not enough.

I decided to leave the temple and talk to some friends. I asked them if I could have a few minutes to vent, complain, suffer. They agreed and I allowed all that was inside of me to come pouring out. Afterwards, I discovered that the messages on the first track had lost their power. I returned to the temple to sit near Amma feeling successful and complete with the issue. (Brief episodes of anger and fear occurred occasionally over the next few weeks but I was able to easily release the negative energy.)

On the same day as all of this occurred, I experienced another powerful and important event as I was walking back from a local tea shop with a friend. As we passed one of the swamis (monks), he smiled at me. For no apparent reason my whole being exploded with an unnamed grief. The grief was so deep and so intense I could barely walk. I sat in a private place and let the feelings come. I knew it didn’t matter what the grief was about, I simply needed to feel and release it. After about fifteen minutes I felt done; exhausted yet lighter. (One of the ways to differentiate true grief from suffering is to notice what you feel like after you express the emotion. After expressing deep grief, even though you may be tired, you are also likely to feel relieved, lighter, and cleaned out. After immersing yourself in suffering you will probably feel even worse than you did before!)

I ended that day feeling very grateful. Grateful that I had accessed and let go of such core level grief. Grateful that I had experienced the difference between the pain of grief and the pain of suffering. Grateful that I had done my therapy and had the skills to move through the pain. Grateful that I had moved through so much of the pain in my therapy process that what was left was manageable. Grateful that when I am near Amma, I usually move through pain faster than in normal living. Grateful that the process of living has and will continue to bring up any residual pain so I can release it and thereby live my life more and more in the present moment.

As I said in the beginning, grief is inherent in living. We cannot totally avoid pain but we can learn to stop holding on to it. I hope my stories will be of value to you as a model for dealing with your own grief.

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“The New Times” articles that I’ve already shared:

Support in Times of Trouble

A Multitude of Lessons

Exposing the “Know-It-All”

Many Paths, Same Destination

Putting Pain in Perspective

Sooryagayathri- A Mesmerizing Child Singer

Last week a friend introduced me to a child singer, Sooryagayathri from Kerala, India and I have been listening to her sing almost every day since then. I think her voice is exquisite, even divine.

Her teacher, Kuldeep Pai from Chennai, is planning to release her songs only through Facebook and YouTube. He said:

I don’t wish to make any monetary profit from these video series, so they won’t be released as CDs. I just want people to appreciate Sooryagayathri’s talent, and want other children to get inspired by her. I am delighted at the responses I have been getting so far. Some of them see her as a prodigy and some, as goddess Saraswathi herself.

There are many videos in her series and every one I’ve heard has been beautiful. I’ve picked three to share with you. I believe she was nine when the first one was released and either nine or ten in the others. In Ganesha Pancharatnam she is singing along with her teacher; she sings alone in the other two. I hope you enjoy listening to her as much as I do.

Snake in your bedroom!

I enjoy looking at the work of new bloggers. Today I discovered Rajaraman and his “Raja’s Short Stories” blog. The two short stories of his that I read today were well written and really held my interest. They also contained meaningful lessons about life. I decided to reblog this one so you can all get a sense of his work. Join me in welcoming Rajaraman to the WordPress blogging community!

mitadaur's avatarRaja's Short Stories

“Enough of all this.  Shut up, this is not working out.” Rishi said.

“Yeah, I knew this would never work out.” said Naina.

Their marriage had become strained over the past few years.  They weren’t spending enough time with each other.  The sweet talks had vanished.  Their relationship had become more or less like a chore.  The passion was missing.

But they did fight with passion.  They loved themselves more than the other person. They didn’t care for each other’s opinion or point of view.

They finally felt that they were nearing their end.

“Oh God.  Why did I marry her?  Please relieve me of this pain.” he thought.

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A Fascinating Pacific Madrone Tree

I was fascinated by the various surfaces on this Pacific Madrone (Arbutus menziesii) tree that is located in Lincoln Park in Seattle.

 

 

(Click any gallery for closer view of the photos.)

Daily Prompt: Surface

Weekly Photo Challenge: Morning

I enjoy looking at this succulent in the morning and then following it throughout the day.

Morning

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Midday

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Late afternoon

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(I think I will go pick off the dried up flowers. Nothing like a photo to make the work that needs to be done in the garden obvious.)

Saying that made me I realize I should look at these flowers even closer, so I picked one of the flowers and took some microscopic views.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Morning