2089. meow


to be happy—
is it even possible?
silly question

 



“Little Zen Master” — 6 x 4” — Origami

Eckhart Tolle once said, “I have lived with several Zen masters, all of them cats.” And so have I. Cats are mindful and know how to live in the moment. They eat when hungry and rest when tired, and their purring sounds are said to be vibrationally healing. Peaceful by nature, they never hurry or worry yet can spring to action on a dime.  Some Buddhist cultures believe cats to be holy. On the death of a person, someone who had reached the highest level of enlightenment on earth, the soul returns one last time to live as a cat. And when that cat dies, it’s soul is then freed forever.




2088. Siku


what is she dreaming
big white dog of the north
when will it snow?





Things not going your way? Sometimes the thing to do is just to settle down, sit back, and wait. “If we learn to enjoy waiting, we don’t have to wait to enjoy.” There is always some miracle happening right now.






2087. looking back


this old pine
grown old with grace and beauty
gone now

 


This old picture came up on my photo feed. For years, I watched this tree slowly turning more and more brown, giving witness to the changing beauty of old age and of simply being alive on this earth. 




2086. everything changes


this old picture
showed up on my photo roll
ahhh….

 



Life is full of extremes. After days of suns redder than red and hazy smoke filled skies, I opened the windows this morning to let in some cool fresh air. Yes, everything changes.



2085. serenity


a walk on the earth 
and the sky and the wind
and the rising moon



 

This is what matters.  




2084. crows


the two of them
vying for the last word….
are they married?!

 



Two old crows, bantering. They seem to enjoy the back-and-forth of their exchange. What do you think they’re talking about? The humidity, the heat, their next caper, what’s for lunch? I love listening to crows, they always seem to know what they’re talking about.




2083. young again


up in the air
the young girl cuts loose
and scores




Just down the street there’s a summer basketball camp where I go after dinner in the early evening to watch boys and girls playing basketball. Watching these girls stirs the young girl in me. I didn’t play basketball when I was young and I know I can’t now and that’s okay, yet in my heart, I feel that I can. I’m right there on the court running with the ball, beating the defender, and floating the shot with a smile, every time.


2082. lucky dog


after-dinner stroll
a man pushing a stroller
lucky dog

 


When it’s time to walk the dogs, Dan pushes Hershey in the stroller. Hershey’s blind but that doesn’t keep him from going for a walk. He’s a lucky dog. (Hershey is the cutest little curly-haired grey poodle. Sorry for the blurry picture.)



2081. lazy day


lazy day
enjoying the morning cool
the geese and i 

 


Floating by on the lake taking in the morning cool. . .feeling lazy.



2080. after the rains


morning after
fog comes creeping in
shrouding the lake
*
the fog slips in…
for my ears only, i hear
the vireo’s song

 


Weather comes and goes on a whim, and so too does the Eastern Warbling Vireo.

https://www.google.com/search?q=eastern+warbling+vireo+song&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en-us&client=safari&sei=J8hKataWHtiA5OMPr5CmkA4



2079. Happy 4th!


morning
sun coming up over the lake
what’s that bird?





Happy 4th of July! It’s morning, 73° breezy, sun coming up over the lake, dog licking my toes. I hear a new bird singing—Eastern Warbling Vireo. Sweet. 





 


2078. time



sun settles down
streetlights slowly light up
one by one



Day turns to night and night turns to day. It’s morning now. Even through windows shut tight to keep out the heat, I can hear the birds singing. The birds go on singing no matter what. It takes time to sing and time to listen. Life’s all about time. It’s all we really have and don’t. Enjoy it. 



2077. the perfect spot


neat and sweet
under the shady shadows—
the perfect spot



It’s 101°. And the Scion speaks: “This is the perfect spot. Doing my best to keep cool under three digit skies. Who cares if she has to walk a mile to go shopping?”๐Ÿ›️๐Ÿ˜˜



2076. veni, vidi, vici!


veni, vidi, vici!
she sees, she stops….then let’s out 
a slow whistle

 


What’s this?! What kind of car is this? It was a beauty.  Somehow, I just knew this was something different, special. I googled it. A vintage 1976-78 Ford Mustang Cobra II, celebrated by fans as an authentic, fun-to-drive time capsule of 1970s American street culture and retro styling. What was it doing in the village church parking lot? I scratched my head.



2075. hideaway


ahh, yess
feet in the water, face in the sun
the little frog

 


A perfect blend of softness and hardness, sunlight and shadows, land and water, stillness and movement. His own little hideaway—the little frog.๐Ÿธ 



2074. congratulations!๐ŸŽŠ


exchanging vows
for love, laughter, and joy:
hillary and kevin

 


Kevin Ravasio (Dan’s son) and Hillary Cadra will marry today. I made this card with cranes to wish them a wonderful lifetime together. In Japan, cranes are auspicious and sacred. They symbolize good fortune, healing, longevity, peace, and wedded bliss. 



2073. lumberjack


high up in the air
the trunk cuts loose, and all
the men cheer

 


The old towering oak tree falls section by section all the way down with a dull heavy thud to the ground. And on the ground, all the other workers wait and watch and cheer.



2072. the mermaid


there she is… 
all smiles, waving to the crowd—
the mermaid ๐Ÿงœ‍♀️





Last night we went to the movie theater to see the old 1948 black-and-white film, Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid. And there she was—the star of the film in living color!๐Ÿงœ‍♀️



2071. the journey




man and his dog
taking care of business
movin’ on





Everybody’s got a phone…in the car…in the office…in the living room…in the bathroom…on the train…waiting for the bus…out walking the dog. “The journey is the reward.” Steve Jobs




2070. psssst!


suspicious suspect
hiding out at the rectory,
hoping to be saved



 

Psssst! Don’t tell….don’t give me a way.๐Ÿ˜ฝ

To hide is sometimes necessary, but after hiding, then what? Then what? I can hear my mother saying, “Now how, brown cow?”




2069. clever feller!


he’s no dummy
knows all the ins and outs
yummy-yum-yummy!

 


Hey, look—that’s a window feeder for the birds. How’d he get in there?!!




2068. happy father’s day!❤️



sun going down
pushing up, up the long hill
dad and the twins





Happy Father’s Day! Hats off everywhere to Fathers, Dads, Pops, Papas, Abbas, Tatas, and more for their protection, presence, constancy, determination, devotion, support and love. ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️




2067. if….



if….
if i were a bee, i would 
zero in on you




 Ode to a lilium. ๐Ÿ 



2066. imagine…



one paper heart 
lifting up, up and away,
imagine…


 


Life is story. The other day I was playing around with this picture, and then I saw this quote, “Your life is story. Right well. Edit often.”




2065. cat and dog


the cat
creeping on tender paws
doesn’t blink

 



This is a picture of a card from a friend wishing me a happy birthday. She said the kitty’s playing with yarn and eating long noodles. Looks fun! From the time I could use chopsticks, I ate long noodles for my birthday year after year after year. This custom of eating long noodles on your birthday signifies living a long life. I’m still here.๐Ÿ˜˜

I was born in the Chinese Year of the Dog. Dog people are said to be friendly, responsible, observant, and sometimes stubborn. Next time around, I’d like to be a cat, so I’ll aim for the Chinese Year of the Tiger. Tigers are king of beasts—courageous, adventurous, honest and direct, and they can be stubborn too!๐Ÿ˜˜




2064. flying east


beginnings:
cut, fold, snip, fold, paste….
ten thousand times
*
listening
to chinese music, thinking
of my father


 

Beginning now, another origami composition with little birds….wondering where they will lead me….drifting all the way home to China.



2063. the power of play


two little trucks
one more and a small pushcart
2 + 2 makes 4
*
gently used toys
free to a good home
thinking of Yulin



I was totally charmed by two little gently-used trucks, left there by the side of the road free for the taking for some other child to play, imagine and dream. Then while I was taking pictures, two more toys joined in on the scene. This made me think of my big brother, how he loved the Toy Story movies about the secret lives of toys when humans aren’t around. 



 

2062. i don’t get it


we’re in a heat wave
firewood for sale $6.99
i don’t get


 



I don’t get it. Temperatures the past five or six days have been mid 80s to low 90s—super hot and humid! Right now it’s 8 o’clock at night and the local supermarket has three pallets of firewood on sale out in front of the store. Who’s going to buy firewood in a heat wave?! Did I say, I don’t get it!?



2061. YIKES!!!


STOP!
don’t move!—that looks like the 
shoe eating plant!!!๐Ÿซช



 YIKES!!!



2060. us and them

 

too hot, too humid
not doing much at all
just sitting

 



There we were, us and them—five vultures—just sitting. Interesting how if you sit still long enough, saying nothing, doing nothing but just looking around, you can see life patiently waiting to unfold. 



2059. another old selfie


oh, happy day…. 
today—today’s the day
it’s a girl!
*
29,220 days
she’s an oldie but goodie—
hooray!๐Ÿฅณ 





“We don’t stop playing because we grow old. We grow old because we stop playing.” George Bernard Shaw 
My golden rules:  Get curious. Tinker, play, explore. Discover something new. Go beyond what you think you know. Never stop learning. 





2058. bzzz…bzzz…buzz!


two bumble bees
among the flowers and the weeds
bzzz…bzzz…buzz!

 



Bumble bees live a simple life. All they need to be happy is a bit of food, some shelter and a few flowers among the weeds. Happiness comes from within. 



2057. dreaming of butterflies


she’s gone away now 
dreaming of butterflies….
thank you

 



“Dreaming of Butterflies” — 22x16” — Origami

She’s gone away now, my little paper doll, dreaming of butterflies. Fancy in her long robe of many colors patched together corner to corner, end to end, one by one by one. Thank you. 

This piece was hanging on the gallery walls of a neighborhood restaurant where patrons gather to enjoy good food in good company surrounded by works of art for sale from many different artists. I am fortunate to be among the many artists. This piece was there only a short while—10 days—before someone saw her and took her home. I’m grateful. Now I am working on another paper doll, this one in lovely blue aizome papers.




2056. moondance


the time is right
it’s a fantabulous night
for romance ๐ŸŽผ 

 


All those lines up in the sky like a musical score….and the moon, oh the moon. My mind flew away to that marvelous song by Van Morrison:  Moondance 



2055. smile!


just this one
in a field of daisies, 
dares to bloom

 


Bold as sunshine…the leader of the pack!




2054. rice soup


rice soup
filling the picture nicely
yummm…

 



Too late to eat a hearty meal? Not in the mood for a big meal? Or too hot to cook? This light and tasty soup takes 15 minutes. It’s one of my quick & easy faves. Rice Soup: chicken broth, cooked rice, baby spinach, tofu, nori, cloud ear mushrooms, pine nuts, scallion.




2053. smelling roses


how many ways
to start a summer day
smelling roses
 

 


This morning I opened the windows wide and sat down in my reading chair, feeling the soft touch of morning air cool against my skin. Outside, I heard the crow who talks like he’s got something important to say, always, and the red bird serenading his mate across the way. Occasionally there’s the whoosh of a car on the road wheeling by…the quick patter of heavy feet of some runner running by out front…and the clackety-clack-clack on the rails behind the house of the early rush-hour train rushing by as I sit in my chair sipping French Roast, feeling good. Later on, I’ll go out to smell more roses.




2052. munch!


scurry-scurry
run-run, scurry-hurry, run—
stop-and-eat

 


Squirrels are the masters of stop and go! or go and stop! This one just sat there for the longest time, watching from the side of its eye, holding on to some nut. Munch! Munch!



2051. we go walking


we go walking
over and over again
and fall in love

 



Just on the other side of the busy city streets with cars and trucks and sirens rumbling by, lie these trees and flowers and rocks and the quiet creek endlessly streaming by. This is where we want to be. 



2050. another selfie


who is that
looking back at me—
who?







Every time the brush meets the paper, I wonder what will be. I pick up the brush, look in the mirror and go….then see what comes.  Did that really come from me? Or was it the brush doing the brush, or even the ink that had something to say. I wonder. It’s a good one to meditate on. 




2049. life on a string


all on a string
how they float and flutter
400 white doves

 


“Life On A String”— 43x50”— Origami 

Here’s a close-up view of the Origami piece in my earlier post No. 2039 now hanging in my bedroom. I love their gentle, silent motions…how these many birds sometimes stir softly, turn, and flutter on their long strings as I pass by. They make me think of an old movie I’ve seen more than once, “Life On a String,” a Chinese fable about an old blind musician, traveling the countryside with his young apprentice as he dreams of seeing once more before he dies. I wouldn’t mind seeing the movie again….it may be streaming on Netflix.




2048. on the road


hurry, honey!
can’t wait to get to bed and
cuddle๐Ÿ˜˜


 


Have Gun will travel… have Spacesuit will travel….have Laptop will travel….have Kids will travel….have Music will travel….have Bed will travel!




2047. ha…ha…ha.


a laugh a day
keeps the doctor away
ha…ha…ha…

 


Laughter is the best medicine. ๐Ÿ˜†