On the Way to Wm Penn House
With a stop at the Tuesday Fresh Farm Market where I bought an egg carton full of figs and some white nectarines.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
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Saraswati Namaha
Saraswati appears while I am on walkabout after a concentrated dose of yoga, mythology, and art.
Rainy Daybreak in the Middle of Nowhere
If I be here now
How can I think anywhere
Middle of nowhere?
Play of Shadow and Light?
Does it matter whether this juxtaposition of the exhortation to love next to a game of hangman was intended by those holding the chalk?
Even if the juxtaposition was not thought out and done for the purpose of later viewers, it raises much to ponder about how we act and live in relationship to the world.
Just one of the questions that comes first to mind is whether it is more ok to play hangman if you it with love?
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Signs Around Town
This ad, which I saw while I was riding the train to NYC last week, reminded me of a primary reason I practice yoga. The sincere yogin doesn’t negate the spaces between opportunities to vacation, but seeks to live fully each day.
It might be more enjoyable to play or adventure than to have a stressful day at the office on any given day, but I’d hate to think I am a better person only when I have vacated work and home.
Rainy Morning NYC
The pouring rain is an inconvenience on a play day when I am toting baggage, writing materials, and electronic devices. It is hard to remember, when surrounded by concrete, glass, steel, and macadam, how urgently we need the rain. I am hoping for the trees, the farmers, and all of us, that it is also raining back home in DC.
