Volunteer violas

Just two of the hundreds of violas that self seeded this year.

unwritten perspective

"If we knew the unwritten story of our past, especially the prehistoric past, its fascination would cut the history of kings and queens, wars and parliaments, down to proper size."
                  - John McLeish

read in Diarmuid O'Murchu's book "Ancestral Grace"
I've read elsewhere about epigenetic stress - the stress that can be passed down in our genes after some horrific experience settling in us an unfocused sense of anxiety that doesn't seem to belong to us or the life around us. And Jung's collective unconciousness - and Teilhard de Chardin's noosphere - systems theory.

Are we catching up literally to our own reality? Isn't it fascinating?

Spring frittata when spring is actually here

violas and peeled asparagus and chives
maybe spring is here - just in time for summer :-)

and the peonies are blooming

Graciousness

Old fashioned virtue?
Since I was a very young girl I have admired graciousness. I don't think I knew what it was but I remember paying attention to the difference between grouchiness and graciousness. I did wonder later on if it was a character trait for nobility since it was often labeled that way.

Now in middle age I admire it even more. It shares space in a list that includes politeness. Very cheap insurance along the way to non violent being. Learned while contemplating the steps from reacting to responding during ordinary days. An antidote to snark/sarcasm.

Falstaff was my tutor      a thoughtful blog including thoughts on character

3D

Do you notice that you are seeing in 3 dimensions?

I'm housesitting for friends who live in the woods and as I was falling asleep my eyes faded into soft focus and at twilight my perception shifted and I saw the trees as I would looking through an old stereoscope.

Exquisite details - this is nowhere near the reality light wise

don't give up

I almost gave up on some  lily of the valley (lillies?)  but there is at least one flower growing.
nevah, nevah give up --

How to stop traffic in a small town

This weekend was the unveiling of an art project guided by clay artist Aldo Moroni. Four local schools were involved with students and some adults each building a clay tower. 750 towers! If we counted right... It was fun and hard work for the helping slaves(me included) but oh so worth it!

Thanks Aldo and Terry and Sharon and John and Dan.....and everyone else involved. I am healing today!

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