~ Leah Hager Cohen on blogging (NYTimes Book Review)
For me, blogging helps me to “pay attention” to the world and all the little details that might go by unnoticed. It also serves as a meditation of sorts.
A young Mr. D served in WWII in the 3rd Army Anti-Aircraft Coast Artillery / Dec. 2008
Does the Blue Print Co. still make blueprints, I wonder? / Savannah, GA / Aug. 2006
Mosaic mixture of a Mexican tile, bowl fragments, blue tile, Italian flower pot fragments, and leftover bits of white subway tile with terracotta-colored grout (mixing orange and red paint into antique white grout) / New Jersey / Sept. 2008
I heard a man on the radio say this: we should practice being kind. What a beautiful idea. We practice so may things to "better" ourselves. Why isn't kindness taught in schools the way reading and math are? Acts of kindness can make us better people and impact all the people we touch. Let's resolve to practice being kind.
* kind 1. gentle, considerate, and friendly in nature or behavior; 2. proceeding from or characterized by good-heartedness.
Bakarska Vodica and ice cream sundaes outside on the terrace / Kostrena, Croatia / May 2005
I've been lucky enough to spend time in wonderful outdoor spaces over the past three days. A backyard at night that felt like a European beer garden with big group tables and tiny cafe tables and handmade bird houses and a water pond and lights strung above our heads and candles everywhere. A backyard that sits on a hill on a perfect summer afternoon (comfortable in the shade and warm in the sun) with a wide deck and swimming pool and tiki bar-with-thatched-roof. A spacious, curved side porch on a centuries-old house with the fading light of the sun and the summer evening sounds of children playing and insects humming all around and then a sudden coolness about an hour after sunset. Truly one of the best parts of summer has to be sharing outdoor spaces with each other and the summer environment.
I've been waiting and waiting for the Morning Glory to bloom. The vine has been growing up and around and up around and up and around. Yesterday morning a perfect bloom was perched in its own perfect circle / New Jersey / July 2008
Try saying this out loud:
“I am perfectly myself”
~ another gem from Rob Brezsny
On Five Mile Beach there's lots of room for rhythmic beach morphing / Wildwood, NJ / June 2008
New Jersey's many barrier island beaches are covered with clean, white, soft, quartz sand that make for comfortable walking and lounging. The beach always feels so solid — able to survive the unceasing onslaught of the waves — and yet it may be imperceptibly shifting beneath us. The theory of Coastal Morphology says that over time barrier islands naturally move across themselves toward the mainland. The theory of Rhythmic Beach Morphology says that the beach is a good place to play music or tune into the rhythms of nature or that by spending time on the beach people can morph from stressed-out automatons into tanned, relaxed beach bums (I made that up; I'm not really sure what it is, but scientists study it and I like the sound of it). Expose yourself to the rhythm of the waves and the beach and maybe you'll morph a little, too.
I have no forward momentum on this post-holiday Monday/Tuesday — think of the momentum and energy that the young robin needs to break through its shell / New Jersey / May 2008
This is the second Robin's egg fragment that I've found while out walking this spring. When I was young I remember reading about things described as “Robin's Egg Blue” — it always seemed so exotic and wonderful. This text is in the official web-safe color called Robin's Egg Blue: #00CCCC; it does seem to match the color of my found egg fragment. What a delightful, soothing color. A little piece of heaven on earth.
Seeing reflections / Philadelphia, PA / April 2008
The dictionary defines reflection as an "image given back by a reflecting surface". Glass reflects. Water reflects. Mirrors reflect. Sometime reflections distort; sometimes they enhance. I think of the joy of seeing yourself reflected in the smile of a person that knows and loves you.
Psychedelic? / New Jersey / April 2008
Today a man came to look at the furnace in the basement. To see inside the machine and diagnose a problem, he inserted a long device that had an optical eye and light on one end and a digital camera screen on the other. He was able to see deep into the guts of the furnace. It made me think. What if we had a special device that could see deep inside the dregs and muck of our own psyche? What would we find? Would we run screaming from the room? Would an image help us figure things out? Are some things better not seen?