morning meditation
reflecting on the year gone by
a heart, a crane, a cat
*
end of the year
with nothing much to say
only….thank you
815. New Year’s Eve
814. say cheeze, pleeze! 😁
ice on ice
stalactites and stalagmites
say cheeze, pleeze!😁
There’s Charo, taking off her gloves, focusing in for a good picture of the wall of ice going all the way up to the top of the hill. It was mighty cold! 🥶
813. fiddling around
loave of fishes
one becoming many
too many?
*
fiddling around
with a bunch of selfies
look out, Marilyn!
During Covid with a lot of time on my hands, I took a bunch of selfies and fiddled around with edit features to erase the lines and wrinkles of age. I shared the pictures with Dan who turned them into this picture, reminiscent of Andy Warhol’s silkscreen painting of Marilyn Monroe, the ‘Marilyn Diptych.’
I wonder how I’d look as a blonde….😘
812. it’s the sky
it’s not the sunrise
or the sunset that gets me—
it’s the great big sky
From time to time, I remember to reflect on my day and ask myself these questions.
811. ‘the look’
brrrr….
it’s frrr-frrr-freeeezing outside!
what’s this
*
another hat!?
when are you gonna make
me a sweater?!
Willie’s so cool. He knows what he wants, and knows how to give me ‘the look’ to get it! Of course, we don’t always see eye-to-eye, he doesn’t always get what he wants and when he doesn’t, that’s okay. He doesn’t give up. He knows the importance of purrrrsistence and is always willing to look deep into my eyes and give me another ‘look.’ That’s my Willey!😻😍
810. whoppers! 👀
backyard eats
three birds feast
trash to treats
*
hey guys
here’s something to crow about—
it’s a smorgasbord!
*
in the suburbs
my imagination grows,
and so do the crows
809. look for the joy
be joyful
make peace with the universe
it will turn to gold
“The soul is here for its own joy….When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy….Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold.” Rumi
808. it’s Christmas Eve
turn up the lights
it’s Christmas Eve with Santa
ho! ho! ho!
*
today and every day
wishing you love and laughter
with family and friends
Merry Christmas everyone!
807. 57 to 8!!!
today’s
a stay-in kinda day
i think i will
Today’s forecast: high-winds, rain, snow, icy roads, temperature dropping down 50 degrees!!!😱 Think I’ll stay in.🐶
806. curious
it was in the woods
it’s not a rock or a leaf—
hmmm….
what is this—
a seashell or piece of coral?
how’d it get here?
“Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.” Carl Sagan
Interesting that things look different close up or far out, that if you get curious, shift your views a little, mull things over, things may look different and you might discover something, maybe even something incredible. I believe there’s poetry everywhere, just look around.
805. the light
i keep looking back
like a child for its mother
is she still there?
*
like a ship at sea
searching for a beam of light
in the distance
“What you are seeking is seeking you.” Rumi
804. clean sweep
feeling cluttered?
slow down, open the shutters and
sweep….just sweep
Sage advice from the ghosts of brooms gone by!😆
803. we three
hi-ho, hi-ho
it’s off to hike i go
hitchhiker🍁
It was that same rainy day, that all-day-kind-of-rain rainy day. A little bit warm, misty grey and soft, wet and sloppy. Hiking along, singing our song. Celebrating. Charo and me….and our hitchhiker friend! Full of wonder. Wonderful.
802. hidden treasure
half asleep
do cats dream when they sleep?
under the covers
That’s Mikey, half asleep under the covers, her treasured glitter ball tucked away in the corner to toss and chase again….after the sun goes down.😸
Did you know that cats often times aren’t sleeping deeply, just snoozing lightly—cat-napping—getting the rest that they need yet still alert? And unlike most people, night time—when the sun goes down—is their time for action?
801. time out for lunch
sitting down
at the dining room table
two hats
800. what’s true
too much—
taking a break from the art
with a selfie
I can look at art just so long and then my brain turns off and I need a break. “Too much of a good thing is not a good thing.” It’s true.
When it comes to looking at art, I’m never sure which I enjoy more—the art on the walls or the windows. It was the painter, Pierre Bonnard, who said “The best things in museums are the windows.” I agree—this, too, is true.
799. Christmas
the lights come up
when the sun goes down
on candy cane lane
*
all lit up
heart to heart and hand in hand
it’s a feeling
*
christmas
it’s a feeling in the heart
lucky me
798. looking up, looking down
cold cold night
looking up at the light
where’s the moon?
797. ho!
hold on to your hats
make jolly & cheer, loud & clear
ho-ho-ho & ho!
I made these seven little origami hats for the seven little dwarfs….HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL!
796. take a hike!
get out!
horse shoes, bikes, feet and legs and
two hiking poles
When in doubt, get out—take a hike! There’s nothing like being outside on the trails!
795. counting down
counting down
loading up the pickup truck
336 - 14 - 2
Counting down: 336 hours - 14 days - 2 weeks to Christmas!
794. talking to myself
every day i go
into the woods, the same woods
and yet….
*
i look around—
this must surely be heaven
and i bow down
*
i look around
and say, why—why is this all
so beautiful?
*
and then
i say to myself, who cares
….it just is
Step by step up the long, long Bells Mill Hill, my senses slowly awaken, brimming with autumn—the colors, the smells, the sounds underfoot and all the way up among the trees. I have to take a picture, I said to myself, and bring it home. I could die happy right now.
That things are the same is reason to be grateful. That things are never the same is also reason to be grateful—beauty is beauty. Before I die, I hope to see the beauty in everything.
793. a thousand stories
on the sidewalk
between the blue and the gray
pink paper clip 📎
*
beyond the horizon
between heaven and earth
the pink flower 🌸
*
quenching my thirst
on a bright sunny day
pink lemonade🥤
*
under blue skies
all’s right in my world
in the pink 😘
Everywhere you look, there’s a story to tell. It’s all a matter of perspective, how you see things, what you choose to see and say about it. We’re all living our own stories. I wonder if the ultimate goal in life is to live our own story and learn to love it.
792. ….and so with love
leaves change
leaves grow, fall and grow….
and so with love
*
imagine
a world without leaves or love….
no, please don’t
“In every change, in every falling leaf, there is some pain, some beauty. And that’s the way new leaves grow.” Amit Ray
And so with love.
791. all wet! 😘
a walk in the rain
stopping to take a picture
wetter than wet
*
water falls
all the flowers are gone
my feet are wet
790. I spy
brrrr—
hey, it’s freeeeezing out here!
shivering🥶
Scraping frost off the windshield, a vision appears. I start seeing things and my mind flashes to “I Spy,” the guessing game for kids, ages 2 to 5. I guess I’ll always be a kid at heart. I see a talking seal or a lady’s boot with a furry cuff. How about you….what can you see?
789. bird on a wire
meditating
at the top of his lungs
bird on a wire
*
bird on a wire
just doing his thing
freer than free
Driving along I look up, and immediately stop as my mind flashes to “Bird On The Wire.” This is Leonard Cohen’s song, where he writes about the human spirit’s inherent struggle to be free and the ways the we fail. But in the end it’s alright, because it’s the effort that counts.
788. have a good day!
i overslept
doing the best I can
what day is it?
I overslept this morning. I’m in a fog. This is the best I can do for now. Have a good day!🐮
787. tenderly
rain
drops from the sky
tenderly
*
touching me—my arms
my legs, the top of my head
so what…
*
wet is just wet
the trees never mind,
so why should i
Wednesday mornings we practice dong stick outside. The rain came, tap-tap-tap-tap-tap, umptillion tender fingers. We stayed and practiced anyway….getting wet and wetter, forgetting to run for cover. Soon I was the rain, so at one with the creek and the trees and the sky. I felt alive.
786. weather report
windy weather?
don’t ruffle your feathers
just sit things out
Windy weather blowing south southeast. That was yesterday. Today’s a brand new day. Go out and enjoy it. Look for the sun, it’s always there even if you can’t see it.
785. it’s mind-boggling
a fly in the sky
forty-one to three hundred
thousand pounds
784. monkey business
bamboo for two
lunch at the Cape May Zoo
going vegan
There’s nothing new under the sun. Nature’s always been way ahead of our game, hasn’t She?
783. daily feast
tender mushrooms
at the edge of the wood
waiting for a toad?
Mushrooms get their nutrients by digesting, dead or decaying organic matter such as leaves, pine needles, and wood. Did you know that mushrooms are neither plants nor animals? They belong in a kingdom of their own. I suppose this all means that no matter what kind of diet you are sticking to, mushrooms are OK!
782. the game of life
earth-water-space
playing the game of life—
paper-scissors-stone
“Paper-Scissors-Stone” was a game played by children worldwide. It may still be played—I don’t know. Though this game began in China as an easy pastime, it was also a game of strategic action, of using only the hand and determining when to open it, when to cut/shoot, when to hold tight. Simple yet profound.
Early in my yoga training, I remember a teacher walking into class and saying first thing: The game of life is the game of the mind. His words have always stayed with me, and immediately came to mind when I saw this scene of natural elements—earth, water, space—in lively juxtaposition.
781. poor car🥹
OMG that car😳
ain’t worth repairin’….just shoot it—
which I did!😆
Poor car—now that’s a big OUCH!!
780. by the sea….
by the sea….
oysters, mussels, clams galore!
seafood chowder
Wouldn’t this make a fun jigsaw puzzle! 🧩 Some 40 years ago, I quit cigarettes and haven’t smoked since. The thing that saved me was making jigsaw puzzles at night!
779. yesterday’s surprise
laying low
snapdragons in the dunes
still snapping
778. today’s miracle
here comes the sun
ever day’s a miracle
giving thanks🙏🏼
777. my Ulysses
the traveler
wandering up and down
across the world
“The purpose of life after all is to live, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly, and without fear, for newer and richer experience.” Eleanor Roosevelt.
776. hangin’ out
all the kids
outside the school yard
in the zone!
775. just ask the birds
after the freeze
in love with love again
here comes the sun
*
some sour, some sweet
life’s like a bowl of cherries
just ask the birds
774. good morning
“good morning,”
said the sun, “it’s c-c-cold out here,
bundle up!”
Today’s forecast: H:34 - L:24 🥶 🥶
773. into the misty
day by day
between the sun and moon
the river runs on
*
drifting away
i hear the fog horn blow
into the misty
I love the fog. I don’t know why, but it always carries me away into quiet places in my heart and mind. Just last night I was listening to Van Morrison’s, “Into the Mystic,” a song that he wrote about being a part of the universe. He originally wrote the song as, “Into the Misty.”
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