Sunday, September 18, 2016

"My Strength is Trust"

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. 

When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun,
 one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk:
in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness,
all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written,
the narrow years and the luxurious years,
the attacks withstood, the storms endured.
And every young farm boy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings,
that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible,
the strongest, the ideal trees grow.


Trees are sanctuaries. 
Whoever knows how to speak to them,
whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.
They do not preach learning and precepts, 
they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought,
 I am life from eternal life.
The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, 
unique the form and veins of my skin, 
unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark.
 I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
A tree says: My strength is trust. 
I know nothing about my fathers,
 I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. 
I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. 
I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy.
 Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer,
 then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! 
Life is not easy, life is not difficult. 
Those are childish thoughts. 
Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. 
You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. 
But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. 
 Home is neither here nor there. 
Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. 
If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning.
 It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. 
It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life.
 It leads home. 
Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: 
Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. 
They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. 
But when we have learned how to listen to trees, 
then the brevity and the quickness 
and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. 
Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. 
He wants to be nothing except what he is. 
That is home. 
That is happiness.”

Baume, Betrachtungen und Gedichte by Herman Hesse

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"My Strength is Trust"

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. 

When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun,
 one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk:
in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness,
all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written,
the narrow years and the luxurious years,
the attacks withstood, the storms endured.
And every young farm boy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings,
that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible,
the strongest, the ideal trees grow.


Trees are sanctuaries. 
Whoever knows how to speak to them,
whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.
They do not preach learning and precepts, 
they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought,
 I am life from eternal life.
The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, 
unique the form and veins of my skin, 
unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark.
 I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
A tree says: My strength is trust. 
I know nothing about my fathers,
 I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. 
I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. 
I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy.
 Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer,
 then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! 
Life is not easy, life is not difficult. 
Those are childish thoughts. 
Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. 
You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. 
But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. 
 Home is neither here nor there. 
Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. 
If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning.
 It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. 
It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life.
 It leads home. 
Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: 
Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. 
They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. 
But when we have learned how to listen to trees, 
then the brevity and the quickness 
and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. 
Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. 
He wants to be nothing except what he is. 
That is home. 
That is happiness.”

Baume, Betrachtungen und Gedichte by Herman Hesse

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Thursday, September 15, 2016

Live Life Happy

Life is just like painting.
Draw the lines with hope.
Erase the errors with tolerance.
Dip the brush with lots of patience...
And color it with love.
                                   (livelifehappy.com)



I Was in the mood to paint today.
Third time painting EVER.

I painted two canvases.
both salvaged.
It was nice not to have to think about anything...
Here's the picture inspiration for the second painting.
It's K Manor.
I just let my hands do the thinking. 
and it created this....

Life is full or rewards. :)

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Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Inspiration

So excited to be making this bouquet for a friend...
Here's my inspiration...



Stay tuned for the finished product!

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Sunday, September 4, 2016

Adventure 9- Dance Like No One is Watching

People wonder... why are my fruit trees always laden with fruits?


Why is each bough so heavy that we have to prop them up with 2 by 4s?

It's because of beautiful visits from friends such as this!

Beautiful creatures that sport the most fantastic of colors.

This one with bold blues that the camera couldn't capture well....

But it lingered around for a while and let me visit with it.


Then other friends came to visit too!


Some of them as curious about me as I am of them!  LOL!

Hermine's visit may have been unfriendly to some....
K manor lost power for over 27 hours...
but despite the inconveniences, we enjoyed time with family.


...and to the rest of the green around us?
They loved her visit!


Typically, I'll get a bloom or two....  but ALL of them?!?


As for me, the rains were a welcome friend...
..and I ran towards K Manor Woods and danced!


And I thanked the heavens for allowing me to just "BE".
and to continue to bless me with all the bounty.... and for LIFE.
It really is true...
that when you give with pure heart.
You will always be rewarded back.



***In case you missed it***
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(By the way, I already started on this through the Couch to 5K app!)
  Adventure 4  
Adventure 7- Celebrate the past, the present and the future.
Spend time and Enjoy with family and friends.
ADVENTURE COMPLETED.
Adventure 8- Wine and Paint- ADVENTURE COMPLETED.
Adventure 9- Dance like No One is Watching- ADVENTURE COMPLETED

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Friday, August 19, 2016

Adventure 8- Wine and Paint

One of my old colleagues and I had always planned to go a wine and paint night.

Before we had a chance to do the outing, she had moved.

When I asked for my adventure,
this was what she sent.

Actually, she sent two adventures
but I'm not going to share the other one.  ;)

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Hi, Ellen!
I hope this email finds you doing great!
I wanted to give you some things that are easy to do 
and stuff that we never got a chance to do this together. I encourage you to:
2. Do the Corks and Canvas thing we never got to do - wave your creative flag proudly!
Sending you much love and happy thoughts!
Best,
O


Well tonight, I complete this adventure!
Some friends and I went to Painting with a Twist 
and had a fantastic time!




Second 50 adventures for 50 completed.

Thought of you the whole time, O!
 
I'm sure you would have had a fantastic time.
Wish you could have been here...



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  Adventure 4  
Adventure 7- Celebrate the past, the present and the future.
Spend time and Enjoy with family and friends.
ADVENTURE COMPLETED.
Adventure 8- Wine and Paint- ADVENTURE COMPLETED.

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Thursday, August 18, 2016

Love all the way from UGANDA

This postcard was a nice surprise.
Given by one of my "kiddies" from way back.:)

It's nice that even after many years,
I am still thought of...
and still a part of their lives. :)
I got it NA!!!
Stay safe and enjoy over there! 
 
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