I really enjoy looking at tree bark - the whorls and swirls of bark as it moves up the trunk of the tree. It overlaps like house shingles. And it eddies around limbs and around the stumps of fallen limbs. You see the tree holes, and the flow of the bark around them.
The patterns are mesmerizing, like watching water that is stopped.
It really seems like something is written on the tree, by the tree, over and over again.
And when a vine climbs the tree, it is even more beautiful, especially in the autumn when the vine turns red.
I love working with beets – whole, leafy, bushy beets.
Everything about them leaves this deep, ruby tint. As you rinse the giant green leaves, the red stalks look like rhubarb and tint the water red. As they drip on the steel sink, the droplets look luminescent over the cool, silver blue.
If you hold a leaf up to the light, so the sun shines thru, the leaf is a gorgeous, vibrant yellow green, contrasted with the crimson stem system running thru the leaf.
The leaves taste great raw.
"Flip Flop I was taking a bath," I think that is the song.
Or is it "Splish splash I was taking a bath"?
I think this was the song.
Hi, it is summer and it is hot.
A lot of humidity in the day here today.
I went out there to do some yard clean up.
We had a really bad storm here in Newtown, CT.
It was actually a tornado a micro burst or macroburst or something like that.
There are branches down everywhere.
How long can you smile?
Can you consciously keep a smile for a day? for an hour? for 3 minutes?
I’ve tried this, and it does take effort.
Even consciously returning a gaze with a smile.
There are those rare people who always seem to have a smile – they actually always seem happy.
At the supermarket, anywhere where there are strangers, it is kind of fun and interesting to hunt for visually happy people.
Sometimes the earth seems more beautiful than ever, like when the sun lights up the fall leaves, from behind – the leaves literally glow.
The light is always changing, so that what five minutes ago was a dark, drab patch, is now sparkling with bright leaves that decide to shine.
When the light is just right, any scene becomes lit like a theater stage.
I just have to be still outside, and beauty comes to me – or perhaps I tune in. A squirrel comes by, or a chipmunk, or a hawk.
I love stained glass windows. The colors are so luminescent, especially deep blues with glints of deep red. The windows glow.
The fragments of glass set in lead, all fit together, like a poetic puzzle. All the glowing pieces are bordered in dull silvery lead, as if someone outlined everything in the picture.
They are huge and intricate, often mounted high up. Sometimes I go into a church just to be inspired by the stained glass windows, and smell the incense, and see the candles.
Today I am feeling better than ever.
I build the bridge that completes itself.
I expect good things to happen to me today.
I look forward to being happily surprised.
Why is today so special?
Because it’s right now.
I am like a great tree out in the sun.
I feel young, alive, like an explorer once again.
I feel really, really great.
Let good things find me today:
A butterfly, a surprise lunch place,
A nod from God that all is well.
I am open to flashes of inspiration and enthusiasm.