I is for Invitation
When I see a bench in a garden, it’s an invitation for me to slow down and sit for a while.
https://www.fandangotrading.com/ilzftnhg4 “Dawdling” my grandfather would have said, but gardens are meant for strolling, sauntering, absorbing, meditating, observing. I always think a garden bench is the fine invitation to stop and sit a spell.
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J is for Journeys.
On my cross-country trip last May, I stopped at Agate Fossil Beds National Monument in Nebraska.
source site The ranger spoke extensively of this replica pictograph created the Lakota Sioux. A single drawing, the most significant of happenings, would summarize a year or a decade or even a hundred years. Over time the Lakota told their story in a spiral of tiny drawings.
Their journey begins with a simple drawing, representing the creation of the world.
go Next is a drawing of a mastodon, then the animal’s fossilized bones. Hundreds of drawings make up the pictograph, drawn on animal skin. It is a pictorial map of their history.
https://traffordhistory.org/lookingback/c3nuh2f Wouldn’t it be an impressive project to capture memories passed down from our ancestors, add our own, and create a spiral map like this.
It would be an illustrated, spiraling journey of a family.
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K is for Kettle.
There are times when nothing will do except to put the kettle on and brew a pot of tea.
https://boxfanexpo.com/khzdd1yy If I’m in the mood for to settle into a good book, or write a few letters, or perhaps I just want to sit and daydream, a cup of tea is always a welcome addition. And the brewing of the tea itself is one of the best mindfulness practices I know.
https://www.thephysicaltherapyadvisor.com/2024/09/18/kjv7f03wuza A slow practice, a sacred ritual.
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L is for Labyrinth.
I am a seeker of labyrinths.
source site I walked a labyrinth on the edge of the Sonoran Desert in early spring. What an extraordinary experience, connecting with the rhythm of the labyrinth pattern. Now I seek other labyrinths to walk. I journal after walking the labyrinth, and then I work my journal writing into poetry. Here is one from earlier this year:
Labyrinth, A Journey get link
Buy Diazepam Uk Reviews I walk in circles, around and back, around and forth.
go here There is beginning, middle, end.
https://www.parolacce.org/2024/09/18/84jgftp5j8 Guided by lines of crooked rocks,
an invisible hand on my shoulder,
encourages me, presses me onward.
see Take a step,
One more turn,
Approach the center.
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enter site The labyrinth’s center, a large pock-marked rock
resting place for mementos and memento mori
small rocks, rings and bracelets, dog tags, holy cards.
follow link Center – the farthest distance from beginning or end.
follow site I move on.
But no longer do I walk a meditative pace.
https://boxfanexpo.com/zqcsxsm5v I am anxious to leave,
ready to bolt, yet
I do not disregard the worn path
the labyrinth’s unspoken boundary.
go to link I stumble to its exit, blinded, my feet guided by the rocky lines,
expelled from its sacred interior
into the other world. My world.
https://trevabrandonscharf.com/g1rkslee A ghost keeps vigil, its eyes the eyes of the cactus wren
perched on the spire of a tree cholla.
Its whisper, low and moaning, travels the arroyo
carried on swirling winds.
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https://www.thoughtleaderlife.com/b3f2z4l7 Want to read Part II? Here it is — Elephants to Highways
go here Coming tomorrow, Part IV : Metaphors to Place
Delightful. Insightful. Mesmerizing. The story of the Lakota people’s story in a spiral of tiny paintings was captivating. The labyrinth caught my complete attention as your personal tale wrapped in poetry wove its way into my psyche. “…the eyes of the cactus wren…” Indeed. Gardens and kettles. Sigh. Loved this post, Bo.
Debi, you are a wonder! Yes, isn’t the spiral story of the Lakota people inspiring. I’d love to do something, on a smaller scale, with my family. And the labyrinths — oh, yes. I love walking labyrinths, special places, rather a thin space…