Empty Park Bench
Another day indoors nursing myself back to health. I shot this a few days ago though and it fits my mood today.
Empty Park Bench
Another day indoors nursing myself back to health. I shot this a few days ago though and it fits my mood today.
Pink eye has got me down today. No shooting. Not much writing tonight. Just a little Haiku cause I like it.
Three cherries dangle
On a cold December day
Shriveled fare for birds.
This small candle holder resides on our dining room table, a symbol of the many gatherings of women we have in our home. I love the conversations that ensue because of this piece of art. Imaginations flare and every woman has a unique, creative interpretation of what these three women are conversing about.
For me, the specifics of their stories is not what draws me to look upon their beauty but the openness of their hearts as told by their body language. The real story here is the depth of listening taking place, the sincere compassion, the unconditional acceptance of the idiosyncrasies and the full expression of love. This is what a women's circle means to me. Thank you to all my sisters who make up the numerous circles I travel within. Your presence is the greatest gift in my life and our sharing in this life together feeds my soul.
I love a good duck race...you know the kind where they get quacking like blaring trumpets and then paddle at high speeds toward the wide-eyed little kid standing on the edge of the pond who has just thrown a whole loaf of bread into the water to avoid being eaten himself. And there are always one or two ducks that are late to the party cause they were looking the wrong direction so they abort paddling and instead fly in low, buzzing the other ducks and making a big splash right in the middle of the crowd. Funny.