Reality is flowing

(Merced River. Photo by Robin. 2006)

Reality is flowing. This does not mean that everything moves, changes, becomes. Science and common experience tell us that. It means that movement, change, becoming is everything that there is. There is nothing else; everything is movement, is change. The time that we ordinarily think about is not real time, but a picture of space.

~ Henri-Louis Bergson

Humor

(Along the Lincoln Highway. Photo by Robin. August 2007)

Humor is a reminder that no matter how high the throne one sits on, one sits on one’s bottom.

~Taki

For you

(Point Reyes, CA. Photo by Robin. 2006)

May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.

~ John O’Donohue

Thank you to everyone who has been dropping by, leaving the potential for friendship as well as some lovely comments. I just wanted to let you know I appreciate your visits.

I haven’t had time to keep up with everyone lately, and for that I apologize. I hope to get caught up soon.

The move back and the vegetable harvest have kept me pretty busy. To add to the joys of recent life, we’re adopting two kittens in need of a good home. It’s going to take a little time for them to adjust (and for us to adjust). The best way to do all that adjusting is to get to know each other so I’ll be spending some time with the new little ones.

Not to worry, though! I won’t be turning BH into cat-cuteness-galore. There’s enough of that in cyberspace. One more might tip the balance somehow and bring on the apocalypse.

Or a world ruled by cats.

Delicious ambiguity

(Golden sunset on the pond. Photo by Robin. August 2007)

I wanted a perfect ending … Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.

~ Gilda Radner

Lunar eclipse

I’m sure many people out there got much better photographs of the eclipse than I did. There are several reasons for this:

• I don’t know what I’m doing (maybe it’s time to do more than experiment with the camera and, oh I don’t know, read a book or something on how to take shots of the moon).
• I might need a better camera for this sort of thing.
• A telephoto lens would help.
• It was foggy and there was a halo around the moon. The fog kept wetting down the camera lens.
• I’m an amateur.

All that said, here are the best of an okay lot:

(The moon with a halo around it, peering through the trees.)

(The beginning of the eclipse, around 5:00am.)

(About half-way through the first part of the eclipse, taken on a digital setting — and it shows.)

(Almost.)

(Fully eclipsed.)

The moon set shortly after this last photo so I wasn’t able to get the second half. I’m not sure if you can see anything in the last picture. I can, but I know what I’m looking for and my monitor is half-way decent.

The most rewarding part of this whole business was being outside at 4:30am. Ground fog was covering the area, and there was a colorful halo around the moon when I first went out. I could hear a great horned owl hooting in the woods.

I also enjoyed the brightness of the full moon followed by the gradual darkness of the eclipse. The stars, once it was totally dark, were incredible.

The law of harvest

(Somewhere in Lancaster county, PA. Photo by Robin. August 2007)

The law of harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act, and you reap a habit. Sow a habit and you reap a character. Sow a character and you reap a destiny.

~ James Allen

A wild plant

(Flower in the shade. Photo by Robin. August 2007)

. . . Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!

~ John Galsworthy

Happy anniversary my friend, my lover, my love, my husband! It’s been a wild and amazing 31 years. I’m looking forward to the next 31 or 100 or whatever it turns out to be. I love you.

Last night’s moon

(Photo by Robin. August 2007)

It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.

~ James Douglas

While waiting for my granddaughter and her parents to arrive, I took out the tripod and camera to take a few shots of the moon. Clouds were swirling around the moon, leaving me with quite a few interesting photos.

This is one of them.

Reflections

(Reflections in the flood waters*. Photo by Robin. August 2007)

Things are getting pretty much back to normal here at Bountiful Healing. “My Feet” are back in their #1 spot. Someone has decided to worship my feet (search engine term used to find my blog: “worships robins feet”).

Well, why not? I am a goddess, after all. (You know, I can’t say or write that without rolling my eyes. I should work on that.)

The lesson I learned from my little experiment with sex on the blog is that plain old sex doesn’t bring in the business. Even better, sex doesn’t sell at all when it comes to my blog. That’s good because I had no intention of heading in that direction. Not that I’m a prude or anything. It just wasn’t (and isn’t) the point of this blog. If I want to blog about the joys of sex, I’ll start another blog. Since I already have a good case of Multiple Blog Disorder, it’s probably best I don’t. I wouldn’t have time for it anyhow.

My thanks to Stevo for the Messy Desk meme, and to amuirin for the Seven Dwarfs meme. (I know I should properly link to those memes but I’m feeling lazy today. Maybe I’ll come back and do it later.) The Messy Desk meme brought in more people than the sex post. I’m sure there’s a message in there somewhere. I just haven’t figured it out yet.

My other blog does well without mention of sex, too. In fact, in terms of daily visits, it’s much more popular than this one. I attribute that to the Evil Empire (Wal-Mart). They couldn’t be bothered to post their 800 number for associates who want to call off from work. The little piece of paper they handed out with the number is easily lost (I know because I lost mine when I was a minion for the Evil Empire), and there are a lot of people out there searching for the number. It’s not always my #1 post/page. Today I’m getting an unusually high number of hits on the “It doesn’t rain every single day…” post.

Weird.

(I’m such a lazy blogger that I can’t even be bothered to link to my own posts. Heh.)

I’m taking a little break from Blogdom. My granddaughter and her parents are coming for a visit this weekend. I’ll be back on Monday.

Have a great weekend!

*Tropical storm Erin brought a lot of rain to the Bogs (6+ inches) which led to quite a bit of flooding in the area (and throughout the midwest). The creek pictured above is usually no more than a few feet across under the best of conditions (normal rainfall).

Travel

(A hot & hazy summer’s day ride on the back roads. Photo by Robin. August 2007)

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.

~Mark Twain