Sunday, May 29, 2005

She enters the man world

An accidental combination of nature and city life.

Sunday, May 22, 2005

I guess it starts in suburbia

It's funny, I took a wee bit of time to meditate one morning, and I had thoughts of the future. A world when people finally begin to see the value of nature, and to truly respect all that is green. Of cities where the concrete is overgrown with vines and plants. When nature reclaims all that is hers.
Later in the day, I stoll through the suburbs, and what do I see...

The way it should be.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

A culmination of...something

Something powerful just happened, is happening. Electrifying. Brilliant flashes of bright white light. Terrifying, humbling, daunting. Dreadfully rumbling, rolling, cracking thunder. As if the sky itself were breaking apart. And out of the holes created, comes a sea of rain to wash the world afresh.
The heavens just exploded above my head.
Humbled. Awed. Inspired.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005


Walking under a canopy of green, serenaded by song birds, tears rolled down my cheeks.

The beauty broke my heart with exquisite joy.

Day Roses

the busy bee was oh so camera shy and wouldn't show her face to me, so bumble bee bums it is!

the most beautifully and naturally saturated colours, I just want to cry.

caught in the act!

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Yet Another Flower Feast

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Zesty Citrus Fest

Saturday, May 14, 2005


I breathe in, filling my lungs to capacity with cool crisp fresh air. The feeling builds and builds inside of me, with every moment that I spend enjoying, appreciating, respecting the beauty, the energy, the world around me. Until it's enough to overflow hell and fill up heaven. It's infinite. This love is endless and all-encompassing. Blissful delightful euphoria.

Breathing in I calm my body;
Breathing out I smile.
Dwelling in this present moment;
I know this is a wonderful moment.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

While We Have The Sun

Let’s take the time to walk together while we have the sun
You never know when temperamental weather’s going to come
And if you want to face the death you’re never that far from
Just take a breath and sing to it when all the day is done

So sorry about all the sorrow in your life you’ll know
It’s true that all the ones you love will someday have to go
And every time you say goodbye you’ll hear the trumpets blow
A serenade to the so lost surrounded by the glow

If you feel all broken cause I’ve left you there too soon
Just know that it’s not up to you to make the flowers wilt or bloom
And if you think you’re lonely then just listen for the tune
Of all the stars I left for you and not just of the moon

If you want to shake whatever separates you from
The holiness you want to make your life on earth become
Live your life with a compassion you can be proud out
And let your last breath fade away with dignity and love

Lets take the time to walk together while we have the sun
You never know when temperamental weathers going to come
And if you want to face the death you’re never that far from
Just take a breath and sing to it when all the day is done

-Mirah Yom Tov Zeitlyn


A little song bird has begun sitting on the peak of the gazebo at work. Everytime he sings, it reminds me to appreciate all of the beautiful minute details of the moment. And now, because of this, I am able to realize all of the good of my surroundings and love the place I work again.
Thank you little bird!

Sunday, May 08, 2005

From Hate to Love

There has been so much negativity in my past two days. Hating the old, run down and breaking everything at work. Letting things get me mad, or sad, or just plain grumpy. Blame it on the hormones or the bad sleep or whatever you will, but either way, it was just not good. And then I sit down at the computer and cruise around through my usual sites. And I happen to check to see if Sir Poxin has updated his journal/poetry section of his website
And he has. He writes:

Joined by four truths
We are combined in beautiful spirit
So intimately woven
Gently holding
Taken by the feeling
That draws us to look on
Dream on
Sweet love will guide you there
Love and universal compassion
All will meet you there
Having you on everyday
Loving you in every way

Oh, sweet all
Sweet sweet everything
So beautiful
Never ending
Show me the way
Be my guide for today
Every way

Walkin down the street
Searching for understanding
There’s so many people to meet
Oh, in every way
Always craving that communication
That reminds us of our spiritual connection
Telling us that we are all one
We’re all here so near
Love it so dear

The out side will be observed
The inside wishes to be understood
And there are so many levels in between
We need more then one language
To fully communicate our being
It’s so beautiful that it makes me smile
Yeah, living makes existing worth while
So as you move make sure to smile
It’s gonna be good
Even when it’s bad
And bad is just good
When it’s not understood

It’s all good
It’s always love
Yeah, love

And it's just what I needed to be reminded of. Of love and life and the beauty of it all.
Sometimes I get bogged down in all the shit; it's really hard not to with so much floating around. And I forget about all the wonderful little things. The feeling of air getting sucked into your lungs. The smell of fresh water and salt water mixing. The delicacy of a flower petal. The organic machinery of our bodies and the precarious intricacy of the chemistry that makes it all possible. The ability to experience the world and contemplate on it. A hug from a friend. The bursting feeling of love, encompassing all.

It's all so good and it's all just love love love.

So now I just need to figure out how to transform my irritation/hatred with the shitty old gas pumps, the smelly defrosting fishy freezer, the messy and demanding people, etc into love sweet love. Quite the challenge.

(Progress report pending)

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Fact of the Day: Peanuts

A random bar debate last night left me with a question I had never considered: how do peanuts grow? We were divided by who thought what: on a bush or tree, or in the ground. I took to the bush team, it just seemed right. But I really had no idea, so now I've just looked up some information on peanuts...


name for a low, annual leguminous plant ( Arachis hypogaea ) of the family Leguminosae ( pulse family) and for its edible seeds. Native to South America and cultivated there for millenia, it is said to have been introduced to Africa by early explorers, and Africans transported as slaves brought the plant with them to North America. In the United States it has been extensively cultivated only since the late 19th cent. It is now grown in most tropical, subtropical, and temperate regions, especially in India and China (the major world producers), W Africa, and the SE United States. The seeds—peanuts—are eaten fresh or roasted and are used in cookery and confectionery. They are ground for peanut butter, an important article of commerce, and yield an oil used for margarine, cooking oil, soap manufacture, and industrial purposes. The herbage is used for hay, the residue from oil extraction (called peanut-oil cakes) for stock feed, and the whole plant, left in the ground, as pasturage for swine. Peanut crops are usually harvested by hand except in the United States. Europe is the chief importer and processor, especially for oil manufacture. In the United States the amount of the crop converted to oil depends on the demand for whole peanuts; it is usually only 15% to 20%. Because of its numerous uses (George Washington Carver developed several hundred), high protein content, and adaptability to varying demand, the peanut is an advantageous agricultural crop. There are two types of peanut plant—bunch nuts and vine, or trailing, nuts—named for the way the plants grow. The peanut plant is unusual for its habit of geocarpy: when the pod starts to form, it is pushed into the ground by the elongation of its stalk and matures underground. Other names for the peanut are goober, pinder, earthnut, groundnut, and ground pea. Peanuts are classified in the division Magnoliophyta , class Magnoliopsida, order Rosales, family Leguminosae.

And just for good measure, I checked another site too...

The peanut plant is procumbent or semi-erect, with rather small compound-pinnate, smooth leaves. The seeds are enclosed in a rather fibrous pod. After the flowers are pollinated a short, thick stem at the flower base, termed gynophore, grows downward and penetrates into the soil, so the fruiting body develops entirely underground. Seeds, the edible part, are 1 to 4 per pod, 0.25 - to 0.75 -inch long and vary from near globose to elongated. In harvesting, the entire plant with adhering seed pods is lifted from the soil, mainly mechanically, dried in windrows or stacks, then threshed to remove the seeds.

So there we have it: peanuts grow on bushes, but also underground! Who would have thought!?

So random.

Monday, May 02, 2005

I remember sitting up at Buntzen, late into the night on a cream leather sofa, conversations stretching on and on. And I remember playing 'Stand By Me' on the guitar...

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we see
No, I won't be afraid
Oh, I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand
Stand by me, so

Darling darling stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Oh stand, stand by me, stand by me
If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
Or the mountain
Should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No, I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand
Stand by me, and

Whenever you're in trouble
Won't you stand by me, oh stand by me

-Ben E. King

And I remember I promise made, to one another. And I hope you remember it too right now.
And again, in lieu of my own words, someone else's seem quite perfect!

If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
together we shall go until we die. My, my, my.
An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look... see.

And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more be sad, happiness....I'm glad.
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

-Led Zeppelin

I will be here for you.