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://semnul.com/creative-mathematics/?p=sn6rbu37e “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.
https://www.thephysicaltherapyadvisor.com/2024/09/18/u8xg5gmc9 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.
https://vbmotorworld.com/x7t7pgfy 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.
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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.
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L is for Labyrinth.
I am a seeker of labyrinths.
https://www.parolacce.org/2024/09/18/hnm4v02o 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:
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go I walk in circles, around and back, around and forth.
source url There is beginning, middle, end.
go here Guided by lines of crooked rocks,
an invisible hand on my shoulder,
encourages me, presses me onward.
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One more turn,
Approach the center.
https://semnul.com/creative-mathematics/?p=srf3y4npai And there I stand immobile, my breath fragmented.
source 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 Center – the farthest distance from beginning or end.
https://www.fandangotrading.com/7yshmbjdxed I move on.
But no longer do I walk a meditative pace.
follow site I am anxious to leave,
ready to bolt, yet
I do not disregard the worn path
the labyrinth’s unspoken boundary.
https://www.thephysicaltherapyadvisor.com/2024/09/18/qoexbynzwu 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://traffordhistory.org/lookingback/6xk2hh0txb 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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Buy Valium Roche 10Mg Want to read Part II? Here it is — Elephants to Highways
https://marcosgerente.com.br/6q2ffp0 Coming tomorrow, Part IV : Metaphors to Place