1026. tune in, turn on, drop out

i took two soup spoons

and looked deep within my eyes

so soup-a-delic 🦊❤️

 We attend a regular monthly discussion group with friends. We consider ourselves “elders” as we are “older”. Duh! After our time to talk and share was done, we had our customary “bring what you want to the table” dinner. The table was buzzing with chit chat about many subjects ranging from operations to remove excess eyelid skin, olden day milk delivery, fancy trailer parks and the use of psychedelic mushrooms in therapy. I decided to  demonstrate my patented “soup spoon” self reflection technique. 🦊❤️

1025. pick a door… any door

gardens of plenty

behind three colorful doors

red, yellow, purple 🦊❤️

Our local community garden is in full bloom. So are its doors. Red, yellow and purple ones.   🦊❤️

 

1024. impermanence

 

once bright and cheery

a child’s chalk musings fading

rain is on its way 🦊❤️

As I get older the thought of impermanence seems to occupy my mind a bit more. I could not help but stop in my tracks when I saw a child’s fading chalk sidewalk drawing  in my path. I carefully stepped to the side so as not to hasten its disappearance. I thought about a chalk drawing I made under our porch as a child. I wondered if it was still there. 🦊❤️

1023. my eyes see…

what is it this year?

catalpa blossoms abound

or… are my eyes new? 🦊❤️

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everywhere i look

catalpa blossoms blooming

my eyes feel like new 🦊❤️

I can’t stop posting about Catalpa trees. For some reason I have never noticed so many of them in bloom as I have this year.  And… I have never noticed the beautiful markings on their  delicate blossoms. Nor have I ever fully appreciated the enchanting fragrance of their blossoms. Is there something going on with Catalpa Trees?  Or is there something going on with me? 🦊❤️

 

1022. wayward stream

down the dawn drenched street

a wayward stream makes its way

to where i’m waiting 🦊❤️

It was a perfectly dry morning, yet I saw a stream of water steadily moving down the empty street toward me. The rising sun shimmered on its surface. I stopped and watched it get closer and closer. I felt a moment of wonder and peacefulness as it met me… and then just roll on by.  Such small and amazing things are happening all of the time. 🦊❤️

 

1021. magic potions…

a night of too much

absolved by the penance of

a liquid hail mary 🦊❤️

I had to laugh when I saw these “remedies” for too much drinking the night before! 🦊❤️

 

1020. a day at the office

 

today’s world of work

coffee shop and free wifi

shoes are optional 🦊❤️

I went to my favorite coffee joint much later  in the morning than I usually do the other day.  Instead of my nice tranquil “ease into the day” place, it resembled an open office space filled with people “working from home”, all on their computers and with work papers spread across all of the available counter space and booths. As I sat and pondered the situation I could not help but think… “what is wrong with this picture”? I had to chuckle at the pair of dirty bare feet squirming under a stool as their owner plunked away filling in a spread sheet of company information on the public wifi available at the coffee shop. 🦊❤️