Playing With Peonies

I haven’t done any photography for a long time. My neck and shoulders were injured and I could not hold up the camera. Then I injured ankle and balance, so I could not walk to keep up strength, so lung disease made it so just getting to the car was difficult. I have had the grace of having an I phone SE for nearly 2 years. It was FREE! Who knew the disabled financially challenged me would EVER get a cellphone, let alone an Apple Anything?! My computer broke and with it went the photo editing software and all of my image files in a place I could work with them. So, I pouted, I grieved, and I felt sorry for myself. I sucked the joy out of the whole reason I took them in the first place. I’ve been out taking images for grandchildren and friends. I can’t really see in the glass the quality of the pictures, so I am really getting practice letting go of outcomes. YIKES! My mind screams SIN Devastation, Disaster! ha! So, here are some peonies from the phone:

136 – Learning

OH! I got interesting identification with thinking/believing that I MUST be able to explain what I replace, or what knowledge I gain, to OTHERS! Who knew I did not HAVE to do so, no matter the actual or perceived demand to do so! FREE! And this idea, this visual about locating, and noticing old ideas and willingness to change them! So much simpler! Thanks so much! I think I like the 3 buckets too, leaves off the implied-to me, wrongness and feelings, and gets straight to non-judgemental sorting! Right into action, i love it!

Beach Walk Reflections: Thoughts from thinking while walking

Click the video above for 2 minutes of background waves while reading.

I like walking on the beach as it is good for the body, mind, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.

The vast waters keep serving as a metaphor for knowledge. If the water represents the sea of knowledge – all that is known – am I standing on the shore of ignorance? After all, I feel I know so little compared to what is known.

My mind keeps thinking about knowledge and learning. Einstein stated, “Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.”

Learning can be conscious or without awareness. As long as one interacts with others and the environment, learning continues until death. Let us not forget the importance of lifelong learning – that willingness to continue learning in an ever-changing world.

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Irises as the Doorway into Thanks

So neat the things coming to restate, the serendipity of this morning’s meditations, drawn cards. It is wonderful. I had thought I had been missing it. Perhaps, I had only to seek, to see what is ever present.

Rosemary Washington: Chapter Two

Skagit Valley, May morning

Skagit Valley

This week I spent one morning painting in my friend Kitty’s iris garden on Samish Island.  The drive there took me past the farms of the Skagit Valley, one of the most beautiful agricultural landscapes I know.  The views out my car window were amazing enough, but then I arrived at Kitty’s house.  The irises were blooming in a profusion of colors and frills.  Wow.

Kitty’s iris beds, Samish Island

These maroon and gold irises are called “Ancient Echoes.” They are the colors of Buddhist robes. And the team colors of the University of Minnesota’s golden Gophers!

Several women friends dropped in for the painting session.  A fun day of art and conversation.  We all appreciated Kitty’s hospitality and were thankful to be able to experience Nature’s exuberance in this special garden.

My watercolor paintings inspired by the irises in Kitty’s garden. The blue ones…

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Glimmering World

So beautiful!

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This World
by Mary Oliver

I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it

nothing fancy.

But it seems impossible.

Whatever the subject, the morning sun

     glimmers it.

The tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open and becomes a star.

The ants bore into the peony bud and there is a dark

     pinprick well of sweetness.

As for the stones on the beach, forget it.

Each one could be set in gold.

So I tried with my eyes shut, but of course the birds

     were singing.

And the aspen trees were shaking the sweetest music

     out of their leaves.

And that was followed by, guess what, a momentous and

     beautiful silence

     comes to all of us, in little earfuls, if we’re not too

     hurried to hear it.

As for spiders, how the dew hangs in their…

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29 May 2022

Matched oracle cards this morning and I have a surprise year with purple irises here too

Wendy Martyna

Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink,
taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.

~ Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862),
American essayist, poet, philosopher

Iris close-up

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Morning Trip (364)

“Self-judgement is the root of our suffering. When we self-judge, we aren’t able to see and enjoy who we really are at this very moment, because we are constantly evaluating ourselves by an illusory standard set by our own agreements. We have been conditioned to believe that our self-acceptance relies on our accomplishments.”
—-Don Miguel Ruiz Jr., Living a Life of Awareness

Morning Trip (363)

“It finally did. I did not have some beautiful Hallmark moment when I threw back my shoulders with a big smile, dusted off my hands, and got back to work… It helps to resign as the controller of your fate. All that energy we expend to keep things running right is not what’s keeping things running right. We’re bugs struggling in the river, brightly visible to the trout below. With that fact in mind, people like me make up all these rules to give us the illusion that we are in charge. I need to say to myself, they’re not needed hon. Just take in the buggy pleasures. Be kind to the others, grace the fleck of river weed, notice how beautifully your legs scull….”
—-Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird p. 180-181