Sunday, April 20, 2014

SUNDAY SUNDAY--Part One



My day began at 7AM when
Mr. T. Bear got a friend for Easter
Teddy stayed home with his little duckling, while I had a BIG outdoor day, came home and slept till 10PM, so this is posting late.

Today happened to be the birthday of Peter Beagle who wrote "The Last Unicorn", a book I remember loving, and somewhere in the stacks here have an original copy of.  In the eighties an animated movie was made:
(five minute clip)
http://youtu.be/ekEeAMdNpUU

This LINK makes Disney movies available FREE
I have looked at it but not tried one yet.  This week I will attempt watching the full version of "The Last Unicorn" and report back.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

RELATIONSHIPs


Wildlife
Mule Deer and one particular man
An intimate relationship developed over the seven years he
became embedded in a herd.
PBS Documentary
(I can not recall the title, but it aired here twice this week)


Neighbors
Closings sever community connections.

Stories
My new audio book from the library--Irish tales from Patrick Taylor remind me of how relationships can be.

Nature
Spring bursts it's bounds.

Home
Evening is upon us now
rolling the stone of day away


Thursday, April 17, 2014

UNIVERSES



In a Symbolic Universe

In my Personal Universe
there's one blank wall
where sunlight plants a sign for me
to meditate upon.

In a Dear Friends Universe,
Audubon birds deliver a message of love and support.

In the Geometric Universe,
this 'armiliary; depicted the heavens once upon a time.

In a Tibetan Universe,
turning prayer wheels is the prayer.

In this City Universe
a bank of dogwoods bloom at night.


In a Zen Universe;
"Oh monkey mind! What are you reaching for?
Above, below, to the right or left, what do you think is missing?  Breather in, settle this monkey mind.  What you search for is not 'there'--It's right here, now."
~Enkyo Roshi~


"There's nothing like eavesdropping to show you that the world outside your head is different from the world inside your head."
~Thornton Wilder~

It's his birthday commemoration today.
A good enough reason to celebrate.



Sunday, April 13, 2014

ARCHANGEL AFTERNOON




I descended into the subway for the train uptown.
A bald-shaved burly man covered with tattoos was pushing a high tech baby carriage, his wife beaming nearby as I asked permission to photograph his legs.
He seemed pleased too.
When you depart the train at 103rd Street, walk West a few blocks, and there is an old stone overpass for the Metro North line which you must go through.  Emerging from that, if you look back and up, birds and trees live in that wall.
Archangel brought a swell and generous picnic.  We met to eat on the front patio of the Museum of NY where there are tables and chairs, and a choice of sun or shade.  Later, in a brief visit inside, I asked this man if I could get a shot of the back and front of his t-shirt.  He too was pleased, as was his wife.
I was disappointed that the message on the front included an advertisement.
On to the Conservatory Garden across the street.
Next to the entrance gates.
Looking down over the Roman garden from the high Wisteria portico.  Later there will be a fountain rising two stories up from the center of that circle, and many shrubs and perennials will be in bloom in between and all around.  It's just begun.
Looking up through the iron framework to the newly pruned vines, and remembering when the lavendar blossoms blotted out the sky.  That will happen again little by little.
These are ancient vines.
Ah, the crab apple trees will bloom and fruit again,  There are two of these alleys flanking the Roman Lawn on either side.
The English garden
Dogwood bloom
Dogwood branch
Archangel and I took simultaneous portraits of each other.
blue Scylla
A sudden change in weather.
Archangel headed home.
I wandered further uptown.
Music for days end.
Took a slow bus home.


BEING WITH FOLKS



Saturday night, to honor Pete Seeger, I walked up to The Community Church, joining with the whole New York Chapter of friends associated with The Peoples Cafe, and of course the friends of 'Clearwater'--the boat that cleaned the Hudson--the boat and the mission--and those good ol' real folks.  It was a full house and a rousing sing along.
 From "This Land Is Your Land"
 through "We Shall Overcome"
 to Irene Goodnight.
 My friends and neighbors, little Sami-Rose and 'Mommy' Jenny
on their way to the grand finale line up.
 'Daddy' Talbot filmed it all.
Aren't they a lovely family.
 The wonderful girl who ran the sound board was ecstatically singing.  She caught me grabbing the shot and burst into delicious laughter.  How I wish I'd asked her name.
 What a swell night it was--
a great big spirit boost.
 Afterward, I waded through the drinking revelers spilling out of the many bars that dot the blocks from 35th Street to bar-less East 21st Street where quiet miraculously prevailed.

The moon shone down on all alike


Friday, April 11, 2014

SHADOWING MYSELF



I feel as though I'm slogging along behind myself, shadowing myself.
Depending on the light, I'm either a few inches to the right or left, or several leagues behind.  I need a super-hero infusion to rise above the debris cluttering my vision.  I think I've got a touch of 'fight or flight' still active at the sub-atomic level.

(illuminated sign on a telephone booth)
.
It's Friday night and I've eaten a vegetable melange with six Thai dumplings.  My neighbor devoted some more time to dropping numbers into my new phone address listing, with a promise of more entries tomorrow.  More kindness.
 

"Local Hero" is playing on my tiny TV.  I love the film, love going to Scotland, love the Burt Lancaster performance (one of his last), and that of the exuberant Russian fisherman, the whole cast really, love the writing, love, love the moment when they see the Northern lights, and that last poignant scene where, back in the big City, the protagonist misses being there.
 
(television screen with my reflection on the right,
 the Northern lights scene on the left)

A true gem this movie.


Thursday, April 10, 2014

TODAYeeeeeeeeee



How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all its beauty? It felt the encouragement of light against its being. Otherwise, we all remain too frightened.
~Hafiz~

A quote from a spirit friend was in my email today.
My right eye was on my mind today.
A tentative Date in May was set today.
 I got two new audio books today.
The world outside was this color today.
My Internet world's like this today.
In the kitchen these fruits of the vine today.
Steamed in a pot this cauliflower today.
Baked organics today
(sirloin beef, adzuki bean, onion, flax, oatmeal loaf)
I've felt utterly exhausted today.
It's the relief that comes from many months of tension letting go.  I'll be consciously exercising that 'lett-go' muscle for a few more days.
Soon a trip up to the Conservatory Garden.
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