Jaan Pehechaan Ho
Thursday, July 30, 2009
as things go to seed
As the parsley and cilantro start going to seed, change is in the air. (So is the humidity, but that's another story. A horror story for us curly girls.)
I tweaked my work schedule to a more conducive pattern where exhaustion shall decrease. Groovy changed his age (Happy Birthday, Sweetie). My perspective and view of the World is changing daily.
Change is something in which I have always found joy. Stagnation dulls my mind, but change is refreshing.
Those parsley and cilantro seeds are embedding themselves into Mother Earth to begin next years harvest. The seeds of though plant deep in my mind. What change is coming next? What adventure is pending? What newness will spark flames of joy?
I will sit with the anticipation.
I tweaked my work schedule to a more conducive pattern where exhaustion shall decrease. Groovy changed his age (Happy Birthday, Sweetie). My perspective and view of the World is changing daily.
Change is something in which I have always found joy. Stagnation dulls my mind, but change is refreshing.
Those parsley and cilantro seeds are embedding themselves into Mother Earth to begin next years harvest. The seeds of though plant deep in my mind. What change is coming next? What adventure is pending? What newness will spark flames of joy?
I will sit with the anticipation.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
weekend fun
We went to Bethel Woods and saw the Bob Dylan, Willie Nelson and John Melloncamp concert this weekend.
Amazing!
Amazing!
Friday, July 17, 2009
flo's moment of zen
My Austrian grad school friend Flo, now living in Japan with his lovely wife Kyoko, shared this little moment of Zen. And now I share it with you for your amusement:
Flo: "I just don't understand why there are no dishwashers in Japan."
Father in law: "We have junken (rock-paper-scissor)...so there is always a dishwasher!"
And there you have it!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
google search
New search that brought someone to my blog:
"chaos fuels me"
This tickles my chaotic funny bone.
"chaos fuels me"
This tickles my chaotic funny bone.
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