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Sunday, March 26, 2017

Two Sundays

Two Sundays
One by foot, one by car...

 Off we go, past the locks...
 Past the rock tucked into the metal post...
 We come across this creature, which has seen better days.
This is not something we see everyday around here.
 From looking down, to looking up...
X marks the spot!
 Someone leaves their branch hut behind...
Fallen tree, neatly stacked
The recent rains brought down a few trees in this area
 Beautiful blooms
 You can see forever!!
 Hiked back to the first waterfall, which had water due to the recent rains!
 Heading out, and under!
 We are so very lucky to have many hiking choices so close to home.
Our path today was to the left of the one where I found the same rock, twice!
I told the park ranger we saw this day, the story of the twice found rock.
He laughed heartily and was appropriately amazed!
 Saw this guy in the parking lot.  I thought of Saskia.



Today's drive, North.
 The story of two trees
 Rock formations reach for the sky

Lots and lots of yellow mustard!
I know there are a lot of wildflowers in SoCal right now, due to our extra wet season.
But, I didn't have it in me for a long drive or the hoards of people coming in droves to see the Super Blooms.
This short wandering was enough to make Monday feel really far away.

Here's hoping you've been able to wander and enjoy nature in whatever ways you like.
xoNancy

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2017

Last Saturday

Last Saturday, March 18th,
I once again walked to benefit the fundraising efforts of
in honor of Christopher Wilke and in support of my friend (his mama) and her family.

This year, she wasn't there.  
She, her husband and son (Christopher's younger brother)
took a family trip, to "celebrate life". 

Monday, March 20th was the three year anniversary.
He continues to be missed each day, by so many.
I thought of this a lot as I walked with his Grandmother,
as she shared stories with me.
We laughed, we teared up,
and held space for his place in 
our lives.


 Ready to walk.

 I marvel at how his friends have grown, even over just the last year.
They remain mature, amazing kids...dedicated to the Change Works Foundation that they began inspired by Christopher's journey.

 White balloons are again released to honor and celebrate 
the children who have passed on.
This part is especially hard.

The three balloons Christopher's family let go
stuck together as the ascended above us.

 A view from the top of the hill.
The walk was very successful, which means many more families 
can be helped during their hardest days.


We stop at the Little Free Library
created in Christopher's name.
It is full of books appropriate for young children.

To close out the morning, a college student interviews Roy.
He is a long distance runner who partners 
with MHF to raise funds in Christopher's name.  He'll be running again in June 2017
You can find him on FB too.

Now that I think about it, you can pretty much everyone/thing on FB! 
Anyway, follow the links for more information or if you would like to donate.
Thank you in advance if you choose to do that.

"The death of a beloved is an event that rings and rings through life:
bearing it is not a problem to be solved, but a long, slow piece of music to listen
 to. And mourning, like music, is best listened to with others."    
~Sarah Miles 

May you and your loved ones walk forward into a green growing future.
xoNancy 


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2017

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Recent Days

Recent Days
Days gone by
Viewed car-bound, commuting
Leisurely walking in and out of
home.

Our home.
At times our sanctuary  from the world at large.
At times.

Work walks.
Sanctuary of another kind.
Life,

Come along, won't you?
*As always, click on photo to enlarge

The day after I posted a comment saying 
these flowers that are usually in bloom by now - are not.
Bam, up they all popped! 
Love these bulbs, here when I moved in 17 years ago and evidently, 
still going strong.


Mama rose, blooming and happy in a refreshed, refilled pot of soil.


Wild with new growth from all of the rain!
The gardeners knocked off my poor Indian's feather.  Boo Hoo.


Seen at the weekly shopping.  Pretty wild!


These things are huge!

And we got to sample one!


Sweet, dry, crunchy...mango like flavor.


Also seen while shopping.
For some reason the idea of Maxwell House 
celebrating Passover gave me a pause.


More rain and they look pretty battered.
No worries though, they were back to their perky selves soon after!


Arriving home to another storm

*Altered photo
It was so BLACK in this direction!!
I tried to alter the photo to really capture how it looked, 
as my camera didn't do a very good job.
This was close, not perfect.
 This was the night our valley got rain, thunder, lightening, and hail!
Big deal for SoCal!


Tiny delicate flower lifts my spirits on my work walk.
It was about the size of a dime!


Work neighborhood soil, dirt, earth.
I have a fascination of the different shades of Earth.
Like people-colored crayons used in preschools.
I thought I'd finally snap a picture of one of the colorations (my word) 
I'd been noticing. 
I keep thinking a window ledge with glass bottles of Earth would really be something, wouldn't it?

*Note: I'm going to try and binge blog.  I've taken so many photos lately 
of things I want to remember here. So, bare with me or ignore me altogether! 

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2017

Sunday, March 5, 2017

25 miles, 5 days X 2 and 4 Roadside Shrines

Each work day
I travel...
about 25 miles each way

Back and forth
              Back and forth  
Back and forth
         Back and forth 
                                        Back and forth   

Morning and night, I pass the shrines
All of them becoming during my years on this path


The oldest, tucked beneath the freeway overpass
has been there most of the 4.5 years I've been making the drive daily
4.5 years of fading flowers and a peeling painted cross
Taken care of, refreshed,  just once or twice
Seen only when the light, traffic and travel direction
sync to make my looking successful


The second one, just about one year old now
A bicycle, painted white and chained to a lamp-post
I remember the day this block of the road was closed on my way into work...
road closed, and I had to detour through unknown streets as the police did their work
Pop-up awning in the middle of the street
White sheet and yellow crime tape
Paint and flowers now faded and limp
Candles dark


Weeks ago, another road closed...going home
Another detour
Abundance of emergency personnel
Lights flashing, blinding
Hit and Run, I later learn
Next morning, Monday morning...
a shrine on the fence
Filled with color and words and remembrance
Slowly grows over the coming days


Mid-February, giant rainstorm
Flooding
        Flooding
A young man of 15 walking home
Calls his mom to let her know, but she
m i s s e s the c a l l

Days and days and days go by
Searching
           Searching
Then finally, two weeks later and 18 miles downstream.
he is found

His shrine goes from a few missing posters, signs and a few candles
it grows daily

larger and larger

After his young body is found,
his shrine explodes
It becomes as big as the pain of his people, his neighborhood
of humanity

Hundreds of candles flicker each night in the darkness
Notes, cards, and metallic balloons also flicker on the breeze

Crowds gather, standing, looking into the wash, which took him away
as if answers can be found there
as if time itself could be reversed


Last Friday, another road closure, another detour 
and many, many more candles
as maybe thousands gather in a silent vigil,
to walk his path
to honor this boy
...and to hold his family and friends in this collective hug

Last Friday, my brother-in-law would have been 65 years old
It is his first birthday we celebrate without him

Family talk by phone, post messages on FB 
or gather in person to honor him
to hold one another
to consider his life and death

As I work my way through this latest detour on Friday night
I think of the great loss being felt
I think of a parent, or two, I know that have lost their children...
as this is the hard time of year for them
And I think of my brother-in-law, Gary

A few large intersections later
more emergency personnel, flashing lights...
more yellow crime tape and masses of people on the street
As I creep though the intersection, around the taped of section,
careful of the other drivers and hundreds of people on the street...
I see a large SUV, flipped onto its side, in the middle of it all

I steady myself, realizing once again
life can change in a moment

And I breathe and am grateful
to be going home this night.

Take care of one another,
Nancy

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2017