note: During one of my walks I passed by the Meadows, a retirement living complex, and watched residents played bocce.
Month: July 2016
A thousand steps to the library
A thousand steps to the river
How can my mind sit still?
Seize the day
A box of mushrooms,a bundle of asparagus
Today is Farmers Market day.
Will you camel ride with me in the desert?
Will you elephant ride with me in Thailand?
How can my mind sit still?
points of differences
What are the points of differences between James Joyce’s interior monologue,Virginia Woolf’s stream of consciousness and John Ashbery’s meandering (the experience of experience) ?
What happens to attachments when you go away? The unpredictable bounces of electrons or how the breeze ruffles your dreams or you wonder sometimes what is inside your omelet.
There are episodes that return when I walk to the river, new encounters that stay like the ornamental stains on colored t-shirts. But what do I know, a lone stone gathering time.
The landscape meets the sea
Waves singing with the rocks
From the ridge a girl
Holds a camera painting
The scene in her mind
For her bedroom wall.
note: outside our door.
Living in a 900 square feet condo means everything is small space.We have a backyard, enough to have an umbrella with 2 chairs, a palm tree growing in a barrel, a newly planted bougainvillea, a richly flowering gardenia, a prolific growing bird of paradise, a potted small pink rose, vase growing hibiscus and a rose tree and an air conditioner.
Outside the front door is a rose tree surrounded by vinca flowers on a large vase and another palm tree planted on the ground.
Once a week I cut and put a gardenia on a bowl of water on the dining table.
Psychologists say that flowers, plants and outdoors and fresh air bring a gaiety mood.
Small space means no clutter. That’s not true. But certainly it is small place to clean. Is that a good trade off?
the secret that we are afraid to grasp
“The truth — that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved. In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way — an honorable way — in such a position man can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment. For the first time in my life I was able to understand the meaning of the words, “‘The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory’.”
-Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning
note: Route 1,Bodega Bay, CA
“Why so distrustful? Have you not yet found that I am always with you, I, your guide?’
-Dante, The Divine Comedy, translated by Clive James.
note: Dante thought he was abandoned by Virgil while in Purgatory.
When we are in the mountains I read The Dine Comedy and do hiking.
a walk on a not-so-wild side
Our Tuesday morning at Spooner Lake.