“Home for The Holidays” - 10x8” - Origami Mixed Media
At night, the moon is bright. Without darkness, we could never see the light. Happy Holidays to all!
keeping it simple....reflecting on life with pictures and poems in the Japanese tradition of Zen
“Home for The Holidays” - 10x8” - Origami Mixed Media
At night, the moon is bright. Without darkness, we could never see the light. Happy Holidays to all!
It was sunny and just a bit breezy. Around the golf course across the expansive of shiny white ground, multiple groups of Canada geese had gathered together to forage through the snow. There was the occasional soft quacky murmur or throaty growl, but mostly there was silence. My eyes skimmed the scenic view in slow motion, when all of a sudden a cacophony of honking flew into the air in front of me. I looked up, then saw another group of geese lifting off over my head, and then in the distance another as if someone or some thing had turned on a switch or sounded a call for every bird across the golf course to take flight. It was simply gorgeous.
December 21, Winter Solstice, the shortest day and the longest night. The snow was slanting down. Out the back window, empty trees and clusters of shrubs covered in white. Off to the left I heard the distant whistle. The headlights lit up the overhead power lines as the train hurried on by with another whistle. It was snowing—woohoo!
Fragrant smoke rings, wafting up from a pot of hot jasmine tea on a cold morning. Detail of a small painting at an exhibition. I didn’t paint this…wish I had. It’s the little things that turn me on.
Was that the Big Bad Wolf or Mickey Mouse?!
“Amor Caritas,” Angel of Love at the Michener Museum.
And the Angel of Love came down and waved its magic wand all over the world. Rumi said, “Love is the bridge between you and everything.” Love is essential, if we are to grow. Love what you love—music, paintings, poems, books, science, nature, hopes and dreams….your home, animals, children, your lover. Hafiz said, “Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.” This is what love feels like for me.
Stepping out from behind the curtain to pose with perfect poise—drumroll, please! There she is: Mizz December!
Balmy morning, fog rising up from the ground. Far in the distance, ground sprinklers going full blast! No one out on the golf course. Soft sounds of silence, thick enough to hear an echo. Pretty. 🎬
Dawn, it’s been raining—rain, rain, rain twelve more hours, maybe more. There goes a car off to work….glad it’s not me.
It’s still Autumn. Some days warm, some days cold—in the 20s or 30s or 40s, even 50s.
So much to see, taking it all in. I never tire of seeing you in action.
“The best things in life are not things, they are moments.” Some moments go by in a flash. Some moments linger. And some moments go on and on.
Delightful, the cyclamen in my window-sill garden blooming in time for the holidays. Watching the pot of soil drinking up water from the saucer below, I look close, then a little closer….a wispy spider, white as a ghost! Where’d it come from?!
Under the sun, we all live. The tall grasses, trees, rivers, rocks, and seas….the fox, the heron, deer, horses, birds, and bees….cats, dogs, fishes and fleas. And the whole of humanity, too.
This is the last of my posts inspired by three days in Cape May and life by the sea.🙏
After all these years, Christmas is still my favorite holiday and Santa can still surprise and delight me. December 2, twenty-three days to Christmas….and seven Santas appear! Will the real Santa Claus please stand up!🎅 🥰