Saturday, January 30, 2021

Gifts - Part 2

Still considering gifts of all kinds. This was on my mind in my last post, but I was quite excited to share the book and the gift of inspiration, which led to my self-haircut. 

Today, I have some gifts of nature, but just a a few, from our short walk.

The gift of blooms in the winter sun

The gift of snow on distant mountains

The gift of bright new grass at the base of a tree


I'm grateful to be a "noticer" - a gift in itself, so I love appreciate nature in my neighborhood.

I did spring for two copies of the book:
The boy, the mole, the fox and the Horse   

Both for birthdays, one for a dear 25 year old and the other for a dear 37 year old & her two total gems of hers. Both have shared history with me. Both have shared some tough times with me, the older gal is in hard times now. I've mentioned her here before, lit a candle for her. Both true gifts to me and perhaps I to them as well. Sometimes one has to balance the cost and the need or reward. This time friendship won. It always does. It is the best gift of all.

 I feel a new word coming on.


May you discover many gifts, which are free or affordable and always from the heart.


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021


Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Considering Gifts

Yesterday, a gift came in the mail.

A magical gift from my friend.

I wrote a beautiful post in my head, but lost it along the way.

Instead I will send you on your way with links to the author and the beauty that is this book.

The boy, the mole, the fox and the Horse 

 You can of course look around his site yourself, but below are some of the goodies I found.

You can read a sweet review HERE

(Not his site- includes a link to what may be the music in the front & back covers)

You can read about the author HERE 

Do check out his shop and listen to a free sample of him reading the book, with lovely sound effects. Magic. Oh how I'd love to listen to the whole thing!

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Here are some more of my thoughts, shared with the giver, on this gem of a book

I know that I will read it many more times, 

with my heart wide open and curious studying eyes.

The artwork is breathtaking, making me think so much of Saskia (I'd just been at her last blog post when the book arrived - oh how I'd love to gift her something gentle right now), and Hazel's painting and Jude and Grace.

 It is so expressive and paired with the handwritten text, 

expressing so much with what seems like so little. I reflected on the recent conversations regarding our own handwriting.

My mom (the giver knew my mom) would have loved this book, I can hear her voice telling me about it, saying that it is so 'charming'...talking in gushing terms about the gentle drawings, perhaps even a critique (yes, we've all heard the one about the web-footed ones working very hard - out of view, but even that is okay within the context of this book). 

The questions asked, the answers...both things that matter

For me, it is the artwork that pulls you first (as shown in the musical front/back covers), it grabbed me and propelled me towards the next page and dialog, with the question of my own, "What is next?" The drawings are charming, appearing easy to create and intricate at the same time - inspiring! The paintings are so rich and deep - one could look for a very long time indeed. 

I think that if I were a very rich woman, I'd buy dozens of copies to give away to friends and family, because I thought of so many of you as I read last night. I thought of Saskia's dogs and birds, Jude's simple line drawings that take you elsewhere and Hazels paintings...and more.

There are animals, wings and a moon!

The words too reminded me of so many of you...dreams, lessons, noticings, understandings, questions and answers filled with kindness, love and friendship. How can it get any better than a combination like this?

So, like I said, if I could...I'd send you each a copy to hold and read and share with family and friends yourself. I'd perhaps buy a few to add to a few Little Free Libraries and school libraries too. Wouldn't that be a gift! 

I'm hoping that those I cannot gift, will gift themselves (if possible).

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I realize this is a long wordy-linky post, so I'll add these visuals to end the post.

Hazel's recent post, which it included her self-haircut inspired me! 

I'd been considering the same thing for months and months.

I searched you tube and got opinions on doing so from friends and J.

Finally, I got so frustrated with my tangle, I just wacked off my still wet ponytail, following none of the advice in the videos! haha It came out crooked and not level! It remains wild, but much shorter and I'm so glad to have done it. I figure that when I return to work, I can get it fixed up if I want. I figure my hair is almost always pulled up in a pony anyway. I figure all the waves and curls can hide some of the wonkiness.

I feel so much lighter with my still crazy & wild hair!

It took four hands to try to uncurl and measure!

I call this: Still life: Hair on Kleenex

May you receive and give many gifts during your lifespan

May the biggest, best gift be that of lots of love, wonderful friendships and gallons of kindness

May you share your everyday joys, as I have shared this book and a sense of lightness


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021

Tuesday, January 26, 2021


 For quite some time, even more so over this past year,

I've been considering what matters.

How does it matter?


Who matters?

This is ongoing, important (or not) pondering.

What/who can matter at one time, can shift and change over time.

Same for activities and any other thing you can imagine.


In this case, it doesn't mater that my stitched MATTERs kind of runs uphill a bit.

It's good enough.

It is stitched in a light peachy-grey, because in considering words surrounding what matters,

grey matter popped into my head. A little game of word play ☺

There is all kinds of matter


May you know what/who maters when you need to.

May you remember that.

May you act upon that.


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021

Friday, January 22, 2021

Words & Symbols

Words & symbols...something I've been focused on for some time now. As previously stated, I started this cloth years ago with a heartbeat and no idea of what was to follow. 

When I added ENOUGH, the cloth began to speak and along came two memorials, SAFE, hope, and more. Each word came to me quietly, on its own. I sat with them, pondered them. When the power was out recently, I fingered the words over and over.

In my head were tally marks. For weeks, as I listened to even more violence or deaths at the hands of protesters flooded the streets all across the country. as covid-19 infection rates sky-rocketed and death rates rose and rose and rose...and then as voters voted & voted & voted...and rioters invaded and people celebrated...I kept listening.

So, tally marks in the colors of our people, whatever color they may be...together.         

I intentionally used pure black and white, knowing full well that there is not one person of those skin colors, yet they seem to hold ideals and power, both good and bad.

Like the symbolic colors of black and white, there will always be holes & hope.
We just have to climb out of one and hang on tight to the other.

 And we will memorialize and remember those who left us, those who came before.
We will mourn and move forward.
We will live in love.
We will do our best.

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Words will continue to matter. We will continue to be careful with our words, apologize when necessary and rise up when called to do so. We will speak with power and poetry. 
We will comfort one another.

We will continue to build safe, remembering to include truth & trust.

Because it is all connected, in some way.
We are all connected.
And it is enough.

May you know...feel your connections, the love of others and the true thing that you are enough.

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

May There be Room

Please bear with me if this post becomes a mish-mash of thoughts.

First of all, I had a whole post laid out in my head on Tuesday.

I sat down, photos uploaded all ready to watch Biden honor those who died of covid and their loved ones. I was ready, as I'd been shouting for months (at the TV mostly) about the lack of any kind of commemoration for all of these poor folks. We talked about how strong, how LOUD the wind was. I had photos of the trees, but wished I had movies so you could hear it too. The sycamore trees and pine trees were going nuts!! I read online there were 80 MPH winds! There were so many sirens! Anyway, there I sat when suddenly...all lit up screens, all cooling fans, all bright lights - all clocks, went off. Yep, the power went out about 2:20PM (So now I'll have to catch his memorial online). The power stayed off til about 3:45AM. We were completely cut off from the information of the world, except for quick time checks on the little flip phone! It was a long evening-night, especially as this is not a typical way of life for us. Thankfully, we were able to get a lot done before the sun went down, stitching, cooking & eating and a little guitar playing. Thankfully, we have excellent flashlight lanterns, so we could read, shower and so on. We sat for a long while just in the dark, talking. It reminded me of the kind of thing you do when just becoming a couple, when your focus is only on each other. We agreed it was even peaceful. Of course there was downsides was so hot to sleep, Mr Upstairs still kept doing Something all night, and I decided I'm pretty much over my "Little House" days...I need, no want, some creature comforts. But, it was nice to regroup, knowing it was not going to last forever and that we could do it just fine, thank you.

So after a pause with no power and the pause to engage in the celebration of the Biden-Harris inauguration, I'm back here with a bit of this & that.

I finished "How to Be Black" - a LFL book.

I started and finished "Something Special" ~ a gift from Michelle.

I got half way through "Gift From The Sea" ~ a gift from my sister eons ago.

He's been reworking this friend's guitar in some awkward or challenging locations. But, no real work space hasn't stopped him, just slowing him down a bit.

Which gives him, us, time to watch the cactus bloom!

 The trees that blew, nary a leaf left on today!

Made me think of the trees at my old place and miss them once again, while being grateful for my trees of now.

My sister read me this (below), over the phone in a call today that included laughter, a tear or two and an agreement that mom would have loved hearing "This Land is Your Land" ~ most especially after all that has taken place over the past four years.


There was just a moment, right after took the oath and sat back down, which might be missed. Everyone was silent..just for a few seconds. Only the wind blew. And in the humility of that silence, owned by no one, shared by all of us, the whole world breathed again.


So, today, with the winds of change on my mind, I leave you with just one more new word cloth photo. I'll do a post on the cloth, what's been added and why soon.

May there be room to breathe again

May there be room to grow

May there be room, for moving forward


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021 

January 20, 2021 ~ Inauguration Day

video link

May we relish this moment

May we remember how we came to this moment

May we hold this moment dear as we move forward


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021



Monday, January 18, 2021


 Inspired by Maria's recent comments on an old post of mine here on the Trail, which reminded me of some of the videos I've posted in the past. Videos that touched me in one way or another.

So, I went looking for a new 'soft' video, one which would help me (and possibly others who visit here) recenter, relax and wait. It is hard for me right now to have an open heart to all in the general public, but perhaps I could continue to focus on friends and then have one for myself as well.

This is what I found, a reminder of Blessings.

Here is the post that came to be.

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                                                                    link to video

The video link came from

- if you want to poke around a bit 

On this Martin Luther King Jr. day, may we pause to remember and hold ourselves and others in the light of kindness and love. May we breathe.

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Darkness cannot drive out darkness;

only light can do that.

Hate cannot drive out hate;

only love can do that.
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Tomorrow the big grandson turns 18!

Here he is when he was 4, hanging out with little grandson on our 2021 calendar.

 May we hang on to help this world heal, 

for the little ones and the not so little ones too.


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021



Friday, January 15, 2021

Sharing the Pretty+

Off we went...

A Friday drive. North and North-west.

Even the vast shades of Brown were beautiful when set against the bright Blue sky.

We comment on the fire danger, especially with the winds and a fire watch warning.

Even still, what a fine day.

Sunny-Warm-Cool Breeze

Interesting plant life and Rock formations

The wind whistled through the trees here.

Strange plants catch our eyes.

Looks like an extreme artichoke!

Old Oak tree grove, slight hill

Rock formations layers, showing millions of years.

On our way home, we stopped to get pizza. I'm still a bit nervous about picking up food. But, we did and as I waited in the car, this was happening.

If you look at the photo, I'm sitting in my car, just to the left of the building.

There I sat, waiting, tracking all of the comings and goings of those around me, getting groceries and picking up food. People were out! Busy!

Very unnerving to find out why the black and whites came rushing in.

I was so ready to get home again.

BTW~ while looking up what had happened while waiting for pizza...

I came across this one too: New condos 

We'd just drove home past this area and I'd wondered why the temporary fence was there?

So, we went North and relished in the lack of people, come back to too many people and a robbery...and plans begun for more people, where there is not room. It's kinda hard to see, but if you look at the small real-view map at the end of the article, you can see the approved area. All of those little buildings towards the bottom are mobile homes. It is a fairly small park, with all of the homes, so the entire park, sitting in a ravine of sorts. It is very low land, which flooded in every rainstorm since I moved here in 1984, making it barely or totally inaccessible for all of the residents. Finally, maybe  a half dozen years ago they fixed the drainage problem, including a new bridge going in. I wonder how rearranging the land above will impact those residents now? Do I really need to add that most of those residents are brown and black folks?

Yeah. Right. 

So, I'll leave you with a bit more pretty...

May you travel and return home again

Safe and Sound


 Photographs by NAE ©2021

Monday, January 11, 2021

How We See


Only my third walk of this new year,

so already my everyday goal fell apart.

That's okay, the pressure is relieved right off the bat. 

With me today, no camera but that in my silly flip phone, just the words of vision coming to mind. Just phrases concocted to share that vision, if possible.


While walking, I see, I look, I absorb without the concern of framing the shot.

I walk with the words of friends in my head, as I consider the posts of Dee and Liz.

What do I see on these asphalt trails? How do I feel?

I walk with my words in my head.


It is a beautiful day with a bright blue sky and a gentle temperature of about 70 degrees that welcomes me, encouraging me to stroll and BE in the moment.

9 crows and the remaining leaves on very bare trees dance on a cool breeze.

I pause as that breeze moves through me too, telling myself that I must do this more often.

I must make time, make the effort to be out, to be be in the moment and in nature.


My eyes roam from sky to ground, finding beauty.

Treasures like a variety of seed pods gathered at the base of trees, an unknown fruit, red and round, and fallen leaves - both retaining some color and crunchy brown - capture my attention, calling for closer examination.


But, I would less than truthful if I only spoke to beauty today.

These days are a mixed bag, at best.

For my eyes also catch mask-less neighbors also out walking and such. More not wearing, than wearing, even now among the current surge in our county.

My ears picked up snippets of conversation as I cross the road that cause me to wonder,

whose side are they on?

I immediately dislike these thoughts entering my mind.

I immediately dislike that fear can come so easily and trust not at all.

Because you never know.

Because what we see, how we see is based on perception. 

Yours, mine and ours.

With each perceived vision, comes a lifetime of layered experiences, ideas and ideologies...

genetic histories, what we carry with us.

I came back home with more dire news 'breaking'.


I did use my trusty flip-phone to capture this sign on a neighborhood gate, as the phrase left me wondering and I wanted to remember it, to consider later...

maybe with different eyes.


May you spend time outside and within

May you notice beauty, but still recognize the ugly

May you be safe

With an extra helping of love in these trying times


 Photographs by NAE ©2021 

Friday, January 8, 2021

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

January 6, 2021


 Photographs by NAE ©2021