Life Full Screen

 

...Life Full Screen...

filled with passion and hope and dreams

Not a war zone, my commute route.

Today we drive past, stopping in a turnout on the opposite side of the road.

I jump out for a photo, so I can consider. Remember. Pay homage.

I've called it a shipping container, J. says no, it is a trailer for a semi-truck.

Upon looking in the daylight, I agree. If it were a metal shipping container, it's end would not be ripped open and showing wood.

This canyon road used to be the serene part of my drive.

Dark ~ Quiet ~ Empty

Now, so much debris is strewn everywhere, from building trash to furniture, to who knows what.

It has become an eerie road, especially at night.

I believe it was these type of block letters "YNOT" painted on the overpass pillars (far right of photos further above & below) - one letter to each pillar...there Friday night, painted over today.

There was someone in that little bulldozer, scraping the dirt clean, flat. Why? is my question.

I've mentioned the young person who lives here. I see her/him crossing the road at night or walking the patch of earth on the opposite side of the road, wearing a headlamp. I see flickers of light in the home as I drive by. Today I noticed the small cross tucked at the base of the hillside, across the road from the trailer. Has it always been there? I'm not sure. Does it have something to do with this resident? Again, I have no way of knowing. But, I wonder.

As we drive away, I notice the resident coming slowly out of the trailer, through the ripped open end.

HOME

May we feel safe where we are

May we hold compassion for others

May we continue as best we can

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2022

An Altered Life

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Considering HOME has become commonplace for me.

My commute inspires that.

Demands that really.

There are so many unhoused and differently housed along the route.

I've been sharing that for a while now.

The motor homes, the heap of blankets home, the shopping cart with no home at all home.

I've shared this place too. I've shared how I thought I saw the CREATOR of this space, only to discover that it was instead a "mannequin of some sort." 😀

This place continues to grow and evolve, 

becoming almost shrine like and reminding me of SALVATION MOUNTAIN.

So then I wonder, is this one person's salvation?

It has me wondering, especially in regards to a recent post by GLENNIS.

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So, home?

Having a home?

Making a home?

Making period?

*ALL PHOTOS BELOW ARE THE SAME PHOTO, JUST ALTERED. MY OWN 'MAKING' FOR TODAY, ALONG WITH CREATING A POST HERE.

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I wrote down some thoughts on 'home' on my lunch break last week.

They were thoughts of home in relation to one's heart.

In light of the recent war in Ukraine, those thoughts hardly matter now in the 1st world way I was thinking that day...but they also matter immensely, for when considering "home"~

what does one consider not only worth making, but worth fighting for?

What does 'home' mean to you? 

How has that changed over time?

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May you be at ease with what you need

May you feel comfort there

May you share your excess

xo

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2022

Back Home Again

                                       

John Denver - Back Home Again (Official Audio)

I am home

Working from home

and with my asthma,

I am home for the long haul.

J. is our shopper, even if older

Today was a relaxation day

before the 'work from home' part starts

I was not inspire to clean, organize, work on projects

and so on

So I didn't

I did send some emails

and communicate by phone

but not much else

View

 Over 4200 new cases in 24 hours in Italy 

Damn

Our plants love it here

The bamboo has grown like crazy

LA County 598 confirmed cases

So far no known cases among the vast unhomed population,

but that up to 50% could be infected

Damn

 J.'s lil cactus plant has gone nuts

So many tiny red buds

Each one a vote for beauty

and hope for the future, 

when these days have passed

 

The big cactus collage is happy as can be!

Bright and prickly in the afternoon sun

I wonder about the sanity of all those beach goers

Like this is one big vacation!

How do their actions and the actions of others equally selfish and dumb,

how do they affect us, those of us trying to be smart and do the right thing?

Very early this am, J. went to the grocery store during the "senior hour"

The store let all ages and states of health or ability in at the same time

One person's cart was filled with paper towels (I hope they didn't let that whole filled cart get purchased by one person or perhaps they were donating somewhere? wishful thinking).

He also say someone pushing two carts at once (let's hope they are shopping for other family members).

However open-minded or hopeful I may sound, I'm not buying it.

Our stores are packed and empty.

Period.

 

 Mr. Turtle sits in the sun, knowing when to "stick his head out and when to pull it back in again" as so beautifully told by Frank Asch in "Turtle Tale"

I cropped this photo, so trust me when I say we were practicing "social distancing"!

 My extra large 'wishing rock' rests quietly, 

gathering any good energy that floats by

(As first learned about in the book

"If You Find a Rock")

My wish for all of you is that

may you all move through this time

with the most ease possible.

May you take care of yourself and those you love

May you continue

xo

 

Photographs by NAE ©2020