WHERE GARDENS GROW

IT JUST GETS HARDER

Harder to find a glimmer of hope in the current political moment.
The few Narcissus, struggling along with us on a city windowsill in
hardly any sunlight, will still fulfill it's genetically stated purpose.

EMPIRE on FIRE

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Since the astounding election just a few days ago I've been holding it together pretty well, encouraging others, posting expressions of grief and comforting friends. Then Leonard Cohen died. I spent time with "The Tibetan Book of the Dead" (film narrated by him), constructed the blog post I posted earlier, and then went for a brisk walk around many blocks after midnight. When I reached Madison Square park, I stopped to take a photograph of the Empire State building lit up red, looking like a fiery fist giving a finger to the sky.

Then I wept.

POLITICAL HISTORY

CHANTING FEELS LIKE THIS

THISTLEDOWN

Having an aimless Saturday

https://youtu.be/XWcNu06ksA8

Velma makes Paper

http://velmabolyard.blogspot.com/2016/10/autumn-stuff.html 

THE LAST LEAF

Illustration for "The Shiver"

Story to be Posted October 30th

THERE IS A WALL

I met a woman on the bus - Her name is Eleanor - Here is the wall on Houston Street - We'd both been there before - Two women and a wall that used to be a building once - Two strangers are not strangers anymore.

THANK YOU NOTE

ICONIC COUPLE

IS SITTING ALLOWED?

BUDDHA TED and GANESH

SKY GOOSE FLYING

Just a practice run for the long migration to come. 

MORNING GLORY

CHARCOAL PORTRAIT by Maelle Doliveux

WOUNDED-CAMERA SELFIE

A GIRL WHO TALKS TO FLOWERS

JULY 28, 2O16

FOCUSED

TANGO TIME

ORCHIDS

THE LEAF IS SINGING STILL

What can I say that I have not said before?

So I'll say it again.

The leaf has a song in it.

Stone is the face of patience.

Inside the river there is an unfinished story

and you are somewhere in it

and it will never end until all ends.

Take your busy heart to the art museum and the

chamber of commerce

but take it also to the forest.

The song you heard singing in the leaf when you

were a child

is singing still.

I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,

and the leaf is singing still.

JULY

HAND

GRIEF

Every individual being is one of a kind

FOR YVETTE

The Wind Has Settled

by Taigu Ryokan

The wind has settled, the blossoms have fallen;
Birds sing, the mountains grow dark --
This is the wondrous power of Buddhism. 

ISAIAH 2.4

they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.

SHATTERED MIRROR SELFIE

Everything I touch

with tenderness, alas,

pricks like a bramble.

 

EVERY DAY IS MOTHERS DAY

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother's_Day_%28United_States%29

PERSEPHONE RETURNS

"Wild violets are often associated with the Greek myth of Persephone, for she was out in the fields gathering the flowers when Hades abducted her into the Underworld; they are flowers of change, transition, transformation, and the cycle of death-and-rebirth." 

see http://www.terriwindling.com/blog/2016/04/wildflowers.html

HIS ANGEL

TWO BUDS

HONEY BEE

May I dream dreams like a bee dreams dreams

NOTEABLE

EGALITARIAN

BEAUTY

SLOW SPRING

LINEN

NIGHT BUDS

CROSSING

TWO PINCUSHIONS

LOVE FROM JUDE

PINK SKY

MONTHS END

HAD LEMONS

Made Lemonade

MONDAY MONDAY

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 Inside

 

A TRUE TREASURE

BELATED BIRTHDAY CARD

MORE IMAGES FROM
Gerhard Gluck

https://www.google.com/search?q=Gerhard+Gluck&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjZuLeDydrKAhWCOCYKHeXiA1EQsAQIHw

THE SKY MID MORNING