Showing posts with label Life & Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life & Death. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 24, 2026

Life and Suffering

 


Life and suffering. Lightness and darkness. To engage in both is to live a full life. We can not have one without the other.

Today felt like this. It felt like this full circle, this completeness.

It was a day to go to our local VA Facility. I am always stilled into observance when we go to a VA Facility. I know I have mentioned this in the past, because it leaves such an impact. Today was no different. It was busy where we waited by the pharmacy and the prosthetics department. Mostly men in varying states of slow demise and pride. Hats proclaim their war, their era...their rank. T-shirts announce their values and opinions.

It was busy there today. Men (mostly) moving back and forth with broken bodies and the tools to help them continue in their lives. A plethora of walkers, canes and scooters...oxygen on the go and and abundance of pouch styles or plastic bags to carry what they need. An elder with bright blue eyes uses a rubber band to keep his wallet shut. A senior with a spine, which has begun to furl closed, in opposition to the ferns which unfurl in the Spring. He sits hunched over, his walker close to his knees, where he can maneuver his belongings. He wears his battered Korean War hat, sergeant stripes and Purple Heart patches hanging on for dear life. He appears spent...old, until another Vet sits down next to him and their conversation brings him to life. It is only then that his friendliness and humor are witnessed. Another, much younger Vet limps along pushing his walker, which is weighed down with bags and a backpack. His face wears the exhaustion of his life, his pace tells the tale.

It was busy there today.


On the return trip home, we finally get back to O'Melveny Park, after many weeks of wanting to. There is life and death there as well. The creek flows and babbles loudly, while the hawks call out their plaintive cry...crows click and call and chase, circling in close to the hawks. Bullies of the sky or coyote tricksters or merely birds doing their thing with no connection to our anthropomorphic thoughts.

A few airplanes and a helicopter fly over, but otherwise it is quiet and still. Visiting humans spaced far apart and not in the way of one another.



Old growth trees with numerous lemons or tangerines, an abundant number of bumps, lumps and ripples. Rocks from another time rise up from the earth before tumbling down the green hillsides. A shock of brightness in the mid-day sun.

Bare bones reaching for the sky, new buds barely seen.

One Eucalyptus, trunk full of warts, reaching skyward and reaching for its neighbor. Holding hands I claim, fighting over the sky, says he.

The trees are ancient looking in places and filled with new greens in the sunlight elsewhere. But they are all quiet today, no breeze stirs them...they stand as a landing spot to the many songbirds. While much is happening...much living and growing...they are not busy. They are peaceful companions after the busyness and noise of the VA Facility.

We stroll, sit, pause and breathe...we look and listen and chat quietly together. 




A lone turkey vulture circles as we head back to our daily life. We take it slow. At this stage, there is no hurry.




Later in the afternoon, another conversation with someone arrises. We touched on life and death and the necessity of both in one's life. For without one, can we appreciate the other?

Late in the day, while doing some research, I came across this poem from an old memorial program. It seemed so fitting for not only the conversation I'd just had, but for the day I'd had as well. Spending time with the Vets and the Trees...the people and in nature...living my life the best way I know how.

To the Living
To the living – 
Death is a wound. Its name is grief. 
Its companion is loneliness. 
Whenever it comes – whatever its guise, 
Even when there are no tears – 
Death is a wound. 
But death belongs to life – 
as night belongs to day 
as darkness belongs to light – 
as shadows belong to substance – 
As the fallen leaf to the tree, Death belongs to life. 
It is not our purpose to live forever. 
It is only our purpose to live. 
It is no added merit that a person lives long. 
It is of merit only that one’s life is good. 
-From Gates of Awe


How do you embrace both the darkness and the light?

 

May you hold it all side-by-side

May you engage and embrace with the world around you

May you live a good life

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2026




Thursday, June 12, 2025

RIP

 




RIP Sly Stone and Brian Wilson....

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What do you feel when hearing music of your youth?

 

May you hold onto your youthful dreams

May you sing out in joy, grief, protest...in everything

May you still sing at the top of your lungs

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2025 

#goodenough

Tuesday, April 29, 2025

Gift Exchange

 

All photos are from a local medical office building parking lot. I've really been enjoying the fact that I can explore beauty in even the most unsuspecting places.

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Lauri Novak's website for further information. This would be such a gorgeous nature book for the classroom. I can imagine the children's minds expanding in ways we never guessed would happen. I spent some time in her galleries looking over her amazing work and I was also intrigued with the covers of the two books on "Everyday Shadows".

"...the art of photography is not just what happens in the camera, it's what you do with it when you get it out of the camera..." ~ Kim Clune

Her words above seem to fit my recent photo play.

You can see Kim's You Tube Channel HERE and her own amazing photography HERE.



As you know, I'm reading The ServiceBerry, and as I know - so many of you have also read it. It is a bit mind blowing thinking about gift exchange, while hearing about tariffs and the possibility of empty shelves. It feels both timely and impossible in the same breath. I'm enjoying it very much and today as I read, I was reminded of the old book: I Heard the Owl Call My Name, which had me feeling both glad I'd read it already, as it really had me relating to Robin's words...and also, it had me wanting to read it again. 



Where do you go for sips of nature's sweet goodness?

May you wear the trees like a cloak

May you wear flowers in your heart

May you tip-toe through the leaves and seedpods


xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2025 

#goodenough

Saturday, June 8, 2024

As Time Would Have It

 

As Time Would Have It...


We had so many May Gray days and I thought and thought of what I could draw for the June Hallmark Datebook page...so, I thought of "JUNE GLOOM" at the first of the month. But by the time I got to drawing it...well, it has not been cloudy and cool. Instead it has been very hot and the air quality already looks/feels bad. While still being hot, the skies hold a brownish overcast haze. You can barely see the mountains and I use a word I usually don't. It's been ugly.







The hazy brown may not thrill me, but I have been able to find other beauty as I go about my days. The photos above are of the planted area outside of a medical building I've gone to for years. But this last visit had me and J. pausing to look, feel, smell and discuss each of these. How have I never noticed pomegranate bushes there before?!!

Of course, I know the pink Rock Rose well, but had to do a search on the yellow flowers. I discovered that it is called Jerusalem Sage (here are some great photos of it). It seems to also come in pink, which in looking at it - I think maybe I Have seen this before! I look at so many flowers on my walks and then promptly forget that I've seen a particular type. haha


Still, everywhere I go...lizards! So many, more than I recall in years past...or I'm just super tuned into them (do I keep saying this?). This one was on a building where we go for physical therapy and I spotted it from so far away. It was so big!



I started to 'ball up' that hank of yarn you met back HERE. Is that an official term, "ball up"?!! Anyway, I set no goals or expectations on this one...just get it into a ball(s), so I can use it easier. The big ball went very well, no tricky parts at all. but, then I got stuck. I worked for a short minute and then out came the scissors! lol I don't knit or crochet...I'm not making anything that calls for a whole, unbroken hank...so what do I care. I made the little one and cut again. heehee Now I'm wrestling with the remains and making the tiny one. It is surprising how much this activity can aggravate arthritis in the old hands. Just as when I wound the black/gray yarn, I wonder how a Medicine Bag would look using this yarn alone. It's very pretty.


Lastly, I give you this...

We lit the circle of friends candle for my dear friend, who's mama passed away yesterday. As I hold her in my heart, in my thoughts, I reflect on what this time means for her and her family. I remember my own time of grief when my mama passed...when my or other's loved ones have passed. It is a sacred time. A time to be honored, where grief is allowed and accepted. it is a time to pause and be still.

May she know this love in this time.


May you take the time

May you spend your time in ways that work for you

May you share your time with others

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2024 

Monday, April 8, 2024

April 8, 2024


I checked online to see what time my area would be able to witness the partial (for us) eclipse. It was right then. Right then was the time. So I stepped out onto the patio and pointed my camera towards the sun, without looking at the targeted sun. These are the shots I got to mark this day. I know they are not great, but neither is my camera, nor my planning (too much going on right now, so no special glasses or travel to the perfect spot etc.). I experienced it in the moment. My moment.

There were no crowds cheering, gasping, clapping, Oohing or Ahhhing. There were no weddings taking place...just me on the patio in the sun/moon event that is our world. Our world.


Our world that comprises of so many peoples and ideas and feelings...endless...as many as there are people, even when we come together.

Anyway, I have no idea where I'm going with this half-formed idea, so just enjoy , however you like.


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Today in the car, I listened to this story about Rwanda. Then I came home to see the video above. 

Refugees, Genocides, Immigrants, migrants, survivors, perpetrators...what a brew. Reconciliations...

Yet, we all live under the same sun and moon (NOT a new thought here, but it IS an eclipse day). How can so many come together to bear witness to today's event, but at other times...(voice trails off)


I commented about this book over at Jude's yesterday, which really got me thinking about my related memories to this charming book and its main theme of things that go together, focusing on "you and me" or "me and you".

Some Things Go Together

So, these thoughts just keep swirling around...going together, coming together...what makes that work, what makes it a challenge...round and round...like the earth, sun, moon...like our experiences, shared and otherwise...


I'll leave this mess here for now, since my eloquence gene is hiding somewhere...but, I'll reappear with something that makes more sense.

I hope if you were able to view the eclipse, it fulfilled the dreams in your imagination.


May you disappear and reappear

May you circle around many times

May you do good in our world

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2024

Wednesday, December 27, 2023

Sail Away

 

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Please remember those who are grieving at this celebratory time of year.

I think of my friend who is in the throws of loosing her partner. And now, I see the loss of this man as well. I loved watching teh Smothers Brothers. My mama loved them. There is a shared history of sorts in this video.

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May you know them while they are near

May you hold each other as they sail away

May you keep them in your hearts, together in song

xo


Saturday, October 21, 2023

Offerings

 


I wore my necklace all week. I usually don't wear anything as the littles grab and pull more than is comfortable for me. However, this felt necessary. Only one person asked about it. One.

In case you are not familiar (I'm sure most of you are), you can learn more HERE or HERE...or do your own searches (if you want). There is so much information out there and many images (not all this original).

Anyway, it felt like something to do, that I could do in the moment. I sent the one person the first link above. Did it educate, expand thinking, inspire anything??? I don't know.


Monday, upon arriving for work a bit early, I sat in my car and made an embroidery floss prayer. Blue and white - and - red, green, black and white, the colors of the flags. I knotted and braided in counts of 10 to symbolize the decades, a too long period of time of hatred and unrest and more. I began with each country's flag colors separate, on their own - knotted and braided in 10's. By the end I had braided and knotted all of the colors together, the white being the only common colored thread they shared. I put it on my purse (which is new and has zippered areas that are hard to tell apart. I have no patience for that! Which one is my phone? My keys? My wallet? My camera? Now I know at least one of them!). But much more important than that, it is a daily reminder of what others are living through, of how truly bad things can get, of how our actions have impacts...of how humanity should rise above everything else. It is a reminder to be kind to all.





As I write, this comes on. A perfect example of how I have been feeling. These poor babies. These poor mamas.

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I sat each day in my car, drawing and then coloring in those drawings. I feel like I'm not so good at this, that I lack "ideas of things to draw", but so far, if I am quiet something comes to me. The brick planter box surprised me and the bottom row of circles is still in process. I wonder what ideas will come to me next week? NOTE: I made a black and white 9 patch circle while thinking of Jude. The 2 areas of earthy colored "stones" were inspired by a trip many years back to San Diego's Balboa Park, Spanish Village Art Center, although those were painted in bright colors. I mixed memories with my own plans and pencils on hand, in using more earthy colors. The spirals next to that, brown for tree rings. The rest...doodles. This new activity has been a firm place to stand (sit) in an uncertain time. It is soothing and inspiring. For whatever reason, I've gotten stalled in the book I bought (suggested by Grace), but I know it will wait for me. For now, this is working.



At the Railroad Bridge today there were thoughts about appearing and disappearing...thoughts (yes, again) about noticing. How we see. What we notice. How we move through place.


I had yet to notice that one of the knot holes on the bridge is punched out and you can try to look clear through. I noticed today. I alway marvel in how dry this wood is. There has been one plank replaced (fairly recently?), the rest are old. The lines, the broken places, the extra texture to the wood feels seriously familiar!



The water seem much lower in places. There was the big patch of sandy river bottom (above). I wondered about the apparent 'tracks' in the sand.


The river photo above with its little dome topped tin structure...what is that thing? J. says it is to measure the water...anyway, I took it with the title of "How it really is" in mind. In other words, I took it without planning the framing of the shot (one of my favorite things to do). I took it as my eye just truly sees this area. I photographed and did not crop out pipes, supporting wires, metal posts and the cement outcropping platform (where the bicycle couple sat weeks ago).  What a different scene this mindset created.

The photo right above was inspired by the dead tree, front, center. But in loading the photos in my computer, I notice the other bare tree behind it. It is still very green here, which delights me each week.


It was bright and sunny again. Hot. Of course. Standing still on the bridge and feeling the air, watching the flow of the river has become a new part of this Railroad Bridge weekly tradition.

The other newer tradition is photographing the bridge from a variety of angles, spots on the trail. It fascinates me and I try to imagine a grid of these photos, so I could see them all at once. Wouldn't that be fun?! Who was that reader here in our cloth world that used to do that all the time? Darn, I can't recall...but I remember how much I adored them.



I stood on the path today watching a Hawk Circling. Round and round and round...

Soaring, swooping, tilting above the many power lines...

You can see the pinpoint of the bird of prey in between the top two wires (first pic below). Tiny. I stood for an extended period watching this Hawk. Watching it circle, tilt and disappear in the sun, only to reappear in the next instant. I thought of Jude and her love of "appearing and disappearing"  I thought about how it is best to have both: the appearing and the disappearing...but the appearing again, being essential. I thought about how one needs to concentrate and pay attention, so as to Not miss something. How quickly things change. How things can be there even when you don't see them. 

A man and woman (son and mother type ages) came up the path while I stood there. She asked, "What are you doing?" (seemed brave of her, since people don't just chat like that these days). I responded, "Watching the Hawk." (as if everyone did this sort of thing). They were interested. Wanted to see it. "Where?" they asked. I attempted to point out the far away creature, but it was again lost in the sunlight. But, we spied two more circling even further away. The man says, "There in the wires?" Yes, that was them! They seemed intrigued. like they may remember this encounter and look for Hawks in the future. I told them you have to concentrate and look to notice...that they (Hawks) appear and disappear - like everything in life really - so you have to pay attention.  As soon as we parted ways, I wished I had thought to tell them to come back at sunset ~ to see those same wires become magic. Oh well.

It's funny...I had been thinking that I hadn't planted a CMB in so long (wrapped up in the peach ones, as I am) and that I feel a bit guilty to come empty handed, without an offering. However, after this exchange, I thought perhaps I have different types of offerings. Perhaps today with the man and woman or last weekend with the dad and his two children (sharing birds nests and the snake story and an invitation to watch for lizards)...perhaps these are offerings too.



File these under "Food for Thought":

"...be the best Indians we can be, for you"

Better Listening - Life Examined, NPR (OCTOBER 18, 2023) (3.28 minutes)
"...How do you want me to listen?..."

Midweek Reset: Sharon Salzberg and emotional balance (OCTOBER 11, 2023) (3.35 minutes)
"...the middle path..."

Ken Burns: American Buffalo (OCTOBER 20, 2023) (10 minute listen)



May you do what you can
May you help how you can
May you offer what you can
xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2023