each page undefiled
ms
where unknown words take root
a lotus blooms
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just maybe…
saddened by the thinking
ms
of so many that violence is
a solution for peace
or a solution to anything
nor is violence a show of
masculinity or strength
it only breeds its own poison
the innocent pay the price
may we not be just the
indifferent and silent….
yesterday I sought solace
within my journal pages
seeking words for comfort
to calm my inner turmoil
then I remembered the words of
one of our peacemakers
Thich Nhat Hanh believed
that there is no way to peace…
peace is the way
haven’t we proved violence
is not a solution
maybe Thầy’s right
just maybe… -
Bitter Cold Morning
It was 0 (zero) degrees this morning when I left the condo at 6:33 am. As I dusted off the powdery snow from the car I wonder how many neighbors were questioning my sanity. Then I thought about how connected we really are to nature and the part I play in it, how I am bundled up and prepared for the weather, how beautiful this wintery seen is, and most importantly, how good my mocha latte will taste. Yes, there is a bit of insanity in my life. However, there is much less insanity than a few years ago. 😁
About this image. It was taken by a lovely young lady at Mugs at CSU coffee shop. Unfortunately I failed to get her name so I could give her credit. The overcast sky and light reflecting off the snow gave this a nice light. She did a great job! I want to use it in an ongoing series of images that include myself, the journal, the fountain pen in the act of journaling. I already have images of the journals and pens taken over the years and will continue to add more. But I have very few of them that include me in the act of writing. Some images I can do it with a tripod and timer but this image required another person pressing the shutter button. The purpose is to share why I have been journaling almost daily for over 30 years. Now, if it was just a wee bit warmer, say 70 degrees warmer!!!! Oh, and my toes are cold.
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My Friends
“There is no friend as loyal as a book.”
Ernest HemingwayBetween my camera, my journal, my fountain pens and a book, I would say books are in the top four. And, if I’m carrying my Kindle Paperwhite I’ll have to include a small digital library. Not sure I can say if any one is more important than the other but they all have become my friends. After writing that I also want to include the book of nature. I consider her to be a loyal friend, also.
Clouds and snow have now settled over the mountains above 6,000 feet. Interesting how they say we could expect “snow accumulation of 4-8 inches, with 6-12 inches in the foothills.” Pretty much covers it all. So, I have a pot of Cream of Chicken Noodle soup cooking on the stove. Should be ready around 1:00 pm if you’re heading over this way.
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Morning Cortado
scrape frost off windshield
ms
find my way to coffee shop
morning cortado -
A Soft Whisper
As I travel this journey of life, I find both the unceasing chaotic chatter of the world and my mind brings turmoil within me. To quiet these voices of anxiety and confusion I use my journal and fountain pens. They have long ago become intimate friends who have the ability to bring a calming to my sometimes troubled spirit. As I hold these trusted instruments my breathing and thinking settle down into a place of peace. As I write, the world still shouts but now from a distance and the continuous chatter of my mind gradually becomes a soft whisper.
We are expecting snow to begin about midday with 1-3 inches total. Stay warm.
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Voyage
to begin an interior voyage
ms
in quest of answers in life
I place pen to paper
searching for the right questions
discover the answers already within
encounter the authentic self