On the Way to Work (Urban Forest Bathing with Dome)
BTW, if you’re interested in more of my quirky views of the Capitol Dome, feel free to look for me on Instagram as
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BTW, if you’re interested in more of my quirky views of the Capitol Dome, feel free to look for me on Instagram as
rosegardenyoga1008

Here’s Murugan (a/k/a Subramanyam or Kartikeya) with a fantastic peacock ride (vahana) in one of the magical pieces of fabric on exhibit at the Textile Museum.
I wish the evident influence of colonialism and global capitalism that influenced what textiles were created and preserved over the centuries.

Regret nothing.
Regret is nothing.
Regret no thing.
Is regret nothing?
Is regret no thing?
What a shift in perspective we can make by looking at something or saying something or thinking about something just a little differently than we have before.
Regret will undoubtedly arise on its own. But can we ultimately release regret so it is nothing to us and our ability to move on in the best way we can? That is one of our most important endeavors in growing and practicing and engaging life (engaging in life).
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
This spring I decided to for the second time growing a fig in a container. It has about five figs, all of which I intend to eat before the squirrels can get them (I’ve beaten them and the birds to the three blue berries that have ripened so far; I have high hopes for the figs). I don’t think my fig in its container is suitable for sharing as “Neighborhood Fruit.” Do you have a fruit tree that has too much fruit for you? Let people know.