My online journal where I share my interests in photography, nature, coffee life, journaling, fountain pens, bicycling, spirituality and asking deep questions.
Before we can be poets, we must practice: imitation is a very good way of investigating the real thing.
Mary Oliver
I don’t know about you but this lifesize sculpture at the Benson Sculpture Garden looks like the real thing. Please checkout the link about the gardens. There are presently 178 sculptures in this garden. I could spend hours there. My assumption is these artists has been practicing for quite some time.
I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me.
Hermann Hesse
I’ve had difficulty over the past few months of staying within the pages of books. I found myself losing interest after a few pages and noticing the need to reread paragraphs. I enjoy reading books for the knowledge gained from them and their ability to transform me with some planted seed. I realized that there has been a lot going on in my life that is distracting which has brought on lifestyle changes. However, I believe that the books we read are not the only tool for transformation because there is a teacher within all of us when we look for it. So, maybe I no longer need to seek in the stars or in books but turn inward to hear the teachings.
Met with the hematologist today and cancer is ruled out from the bone marrow biopsy. We just need to work on increasing my iron to bring up those platelet numbers. Hoping you enjoyed your day!
When gifts are given to me through my camera, I accept them graciously.
Minor White
At Reservoir Ridge Natural Area they have a picnic table that I sometimes sit at and eat something I’ve brought and/or journal. Just behind the picnic table is a sculpture called “Ghost Kitchen.” As I sat there I noticed the sculpture, the animals within it and it’s strange name. It then dawned on me to stand behind the sculpture and try to get a starburst through the bird’s eye. So, I graciously accepted the gift given. And, the sandwich was good.
Made a visit to a coffee shop I’d not been to in quite some time. It’s changed owners and now has a different look and feel. I liked it. I found a couple lounge chairs facing the morning sun so I may go back to soak up some sun on a cold morning. I thought the frog was very welcoming, as was the mocha.
The Mercy Center non-profit operated by a Catholic group of people called the Missionaries of Mercy, which offer sabbaticals, retreats and workshops for religious and lay. It is made of tow houses converted to a accommodate several people in each house with private rooms and baths. They have a Mercy Center that has 5 rooms upstairs and conference, training and counseling rooms on the lower level. Another house is a kitchen and dining area as well as a meeting room above. This figure of Mary is outside of the dining room.
Have some homework and laundry to do this afternoon which works since it’s suppose to rain.
I encountered this 6 inch tall snowman last week at campus. Wonder what his name should be and where’s his/her hat?
Have a great week!
Elf Lane (also known as “Gnome Road”) is mountain trail in the quaint village of Red Feather Lakes, Colorado. The trail is a quarter-mile long between Lake Hiawatha and Lake Apache.
As you enter Elf Lane, there is a sign posted on a tree that reads: “PLEASE Do not take us, Break us, or Relocate us As We Live Here on ELF Lane to Watch over children and All the Little Animals.” As we walked the trail we found ceramic little characters; elves, gnomes, spiders, Elmo, angels, SpongBob, SquarePants, and many more. The little character who caught my eye was busy watering the aspen tree. 🙂