Thank you Daily Post contributors for many years of great prompts and responses. I’m deeply disappointed this is stopping and grateful for many years of inspiration.
I’m reposting this beautiful girl who has captured my heart and how she reminds me daily how enlivening play is and how life is where we are rather than in the stream of seemingly endless thoughts.
It’s crazy how much I love this dog:
she’s silver strands if I am a crow
if a pirate, she’s my mountain of gold
by sea at night she’s the northern star
and my sun & moon & light near & far
(Joya picks up almost anything and turns it into a toy that she flips in the air, catches, chases, since everything is animate and joyful play in her world.)
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Re: the past year, past
decade, all the past, the
hurt, disappointment, confusion,
sadness, loss,
e.e. cummings said it best:
let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
go
let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to go
let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
dear
so comes love
so begins the brilliance of this moment
with its vibrant shadows and color…
may each day bring peace, kindness, joy
There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun.
People don’t come preassembled, but are glued together by life.
Joseph LeDoux, neuroscientist
I don’t know whether I’m more surprised that people leave fruit on the beach
or that crows or mammals haven’t eaten it before I walk past
or how beautiful it can be
or that it can blend in so well.
I love living here because Winter Solstice is the perfect day to dump the jacket & boots
and walk the shore barefoot, whether young
or mid & very young
or willets interacting
or eating
sandcrabs…
even the western snowy plover
is on the shore of Point Reyes on this perfect day.
Creation’s force uses whatever is around to pay tribute, express, memorialize. One man, playing volleyball by the time I walked by, gathered and sculpted driftwood toward the sun on this longest day of the year. As they arrived, friends added feathers, cones, trash, seaweed, a scarf she’d brought, until they’d collectively created “The Sea Tree.”
Too many beautiful naked people surrounded this piece so I chose to capture only the top half, but it was grounded by tall driftwood pressed close as if a single truck with seaweed dangling about four feet above the sand to the right of this central truck .
For a shot that better captures the magic rather than the specifics, www.bonegirlpix.wordpress.com
There are two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as if everything is a miracle.
~Albert Einstein
