My Early Morning Walk (February)

When I walked out my front door this morning, the first thing I saw was the garbage and left over food someone had thrown onto the street in front of my house.  I picked up most of it before starting my morning walk.  A few blocks from my house I saw more trash; this time it was four beer cans, a paper bag and other forms of litter.  I decided to pick up at least some of it on my way back home.

I took a route that I had never taken before.  I was startled when I walked by a house that had bamboo stalks bigger than any I had ever seen.  In fact, they were much taller than the three story house.  A fence hampered my ability to take good photographs, but these will at least give you an idea of what they looked like.

I continued walking for awhile and then headed back home.  The garbage was still waiting for me.

As I got ready to pick it up, some very tiny flowers caught my eye.  I decided to photograph those.

After gathering the trash, I continued on my way home.  As I walked, I reflected on the litter, the bamboo and the flowers.  I’ve continued to think about them throughout the day.

Several years ago, picking up litter was a major focus in my daily life but that has not been true for awhile.  It is time for me to find my litter grabber and to once again support Mother Nature in that way.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Life Imitates Art

Two ideas came to my mind when I read the Weekly Photo Challenge for this week.

Last summer I visited Martin Luther King Jr’s National Historic Site in Atlanta, Georgia.  Some of the exhibits were interactive.  In one we were able to “walk” alongside sculptures of the civil right’s marchers.  My heart was moved by participating in this way.

Cheri, the person who wrote this week’s challenge, also suggested that we consider creating a new version of an old photo.

Her words reminded me of two photographs I was given after my mother died.  They are of my parents with their closest friends.

The first was taken in 1943. My mother and father are on the right side of the picture.  My mother’s sister is in the middle.  The men met their future wives and each other during World War 2.  They remained friends throughout their lives and were family to me during my childhood.

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This is the photo they recreated, in the late 70’s or early 80’s.

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As I gaze at this picture now, I’m aware that they have all passed from this world except for the woman on the left.  She is now 96 years old!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Time

 

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Vibrant

 

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Optimistic

Two years ago, I put birdhouses on some old posts that were standing in a corner of my back yard.  Last fall, I looked inside of the birdhouses and discovered there was a nest in one of them.

Yesterday when I was talking on the phone, I happened to glance out of the kitchen window.  I saw two small birds flying around the houses.  I even saw one of the birds look inside its potential home.  I was so excited!

I am optimistic that there will be baby birds in the birdhouses this year.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Alphabet

In the early to mid 90’s, I made a needlepoint piece to frame and put in Amma‘s room the next time she offered a retreat near Seattle.  It consisted of a note that said “Amma, may each day we become more like you” and then listed the names of many of the local satsang members. It was written in Amma’s language, Malayalam!

At the end of the next retreat, we discovered that Amma had blessed each of us by putting some sandlewood paste next to our names.

The handiwork is now hanging at the site of our future Center.

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