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When was the last time you walked barefoot
on a dirt path in the heat of a summer day?
Dust rising from each footfall.
The skitter of a pebble tossed aside by your toe.
The rhythm of your stride matching your breath. Walking barefoot on the earth makes the choice of a simple life seem so real to me.
So attainable. I should do it more often. Shoes are definitely overrated.
I took this photo in a country garden near Bournemouth, England and of all the images on my hard drive, this is one of my favorites. I've spent a lot of time looking at it and I think the reason it speaks to me is that I believe we all have a kind of virtual door in the garden that is our life. It may be buried in the vines and rarely used, but it is always there for us. Although making the choice to open it can take courage, leaving it closed all the time will stunt our growth. So we evaluate and waiver. We step forward and back. It's almost a dance, making that choice. But, too much consideration, research and general dilly dallying (don't you love to use that verb?) can lead to missed opportunities. That super cool idea that you had last week might get gobbled up by some less timid soul and WHOOSH... there goes your chance! (Please click on Read More below)
My husband kept a piece torn from a magazine in his top dresser drawer for many years. It said something like, “How much time in our lives do we waste by waiting.” (For background, Kevin is pure Irish by bloodline and is prone to a certain romantic melancholy.) Anyway, he would take out that well worn morsel of paper and read it often and we would talk about it. It troubled him.
I never found it as profound as he did but it did inspire me to write down something vaguely similar that was written on a chalk board in an Annapolis restaurant in 2009.
“Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass,
but learning how to dance in the rain.”
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Do you believe that nature can communicate? Why not? Maybe not in words but in a peculiar type of sign language. After all, the flower kingdom has a highly developed sense of color consciousness. Blossoms develop exactly the perfect hue they need to lure their favorite pollinators (very fashion forward, right?) And, as any gardener will tell you, plants have a variety of physical expressions to communicate their needs. I swear, my Rhododendron knows how to look absolutely pathetic when it needs a drink. (please click on read more below)
Being unavailable is not a crime. It is, however, becoming a rare condition and one that is almost considered an illness. I strongly disagree. (please click on Read More below)
And what is that supposed to mean???
Did you ever have something pop up in your life repeatedly? Not in any particular context. But again and again in different places? For me it seems to be blue doors.
I don't know why, but they keep appearing in my life. Am I attracted to them? Are they attracted to me? I only noticed this when editing images for my blog and I kept finding photos with blue doors somewhere in them - dozens of them. (click Read More below)
By definition (and I only know this because I looked it up) a touchstone is a stone used to test the quality of gold alloys by rubbing to leave a visible trace. Pretty amazing, right? But, in the vernacular, for most of us, it means a person or thing that we lean on or touch for support, validation or reassurance when we need it. (please click Read More below)
In my childhood memory there was a bookshelf in my parents bedroom that held a random collection of old books with worn covers. I only remember a few of them with any accuracy. One was a pictorial history of the civil war. It held stark, black and white images of battlefields littered with bodies and sad men in crumpled uniforms on glossy pages . In my child's eyes the images were horrific but intriguing. I'm sure my parents never knew that I looked at them. (Please click Read More below)