we lean in to the old and comfortable
we participate in the new and brain challenging
we let our hands speak and our hearts listen
we learn and remember
These days we certainly cherish the people, activities, places important to us
we cherish what we've had and what we continue to have and our ability to travel on
we cherish the natural world around us
These days we appreciate the big, the small, the in between
we appreciate our movement and our resting...
we dwell in it all, in it all
Thursday, October 14, 2021 - Late Evening
We are big fans of Huell Howser over here, but y'all know that! Tonight's two episodes were about the Skunk Train, which looks like great fun if we are ever up North. It's pretty funny how many places we've been because of this man, Huell or how many times in our travels we've announced "Huell's been here!".
Tonight I even discovered, for the first time, that the Chapman University, which archives his videos, has a map of places he's visited! Now, that will give us something to do someday.
The second episode was about this farm near Fresno. It was such a beautiful, peaceful episode about a family peach farm. Just listening to David Mas Masumoto and his family reminded me of my last post, of so many of you and your posts too. He was so eloquent (as was his daughter), philosophical (in an easy to digest way!)...so kind. When I discovered he is also a writer, I went looking (of course) and spent time looking over his page at Amazon and reading more about their farm online. Here is the episode, perhaps you will enjoy too:
Last night, a rather sleepless night. Awoke remembering a job of long ago.
I was 20 and newly married...got a job at a family owned pharmacy right next to my apartment. In fact, all I had to do was go through a hole in the fence and I was there! I don't remember much about the job. I only lasted 2-4 weeks, can't recall. It was a mutual decision - not a good fit. My main job duties were to manage the Hallmark Card Department. I had already worked in a Brand New Department store setting up the Hallmark Department from scratch, so no problem I thought. Ha. The husband/father owner was the pharmacist and the wife/mother owner spent time telling me How to keep up the cards and do the other tasks. "You have to put the envelope behind the card and make sure they are all in their correct spots". Really?! She watched me like a hawk as I did this simple task. When everything was in order, I was instructed to clean up the cigarette cartons. This meant I was to very neatly rip off the ragged edges of the opened boxes on the shelf behind the counter. I was not to ever be idle, between cards and cartons and dusting shelves of breakable knick-knacks. Their son who worked the register, was quite idle...he was mostly idle and he ripped open the cartons without a care in the world. He was a wonderful creator of ragged edges. He sat around behind the counter doing nothing and directing me. I did not care for him, nor he me.
Who would have guessed that 40 some odd years later I would so enjoy sewing ragged edges.
I also awoke with a word.
According to Dictionary.com, it is defined as such:
I find it interesting how pride can be both positive and negative.
This led me to thoughts of a favorite book: Life is So Good
May your random thoughts be productive, in some way
May there always be music
May you lean in, reach out, hold up
Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021