How pinteresting

I've always loved pandas.



I don't know what Pinterest is and frankly, I don't have time for any new pursuits, so I'm not interested in Pinterest.  But Pinterest is the source of this really cool photo.

And apparently Pinterest is allowing me to use this cute koala as well:



Thank you, Pinterest.

On a related topic, I enjoyed this viral video yesterday of a koala spying, swimming to, boarding, and finally being given a ride on a canoe.  I wish I'd been there to see it happen!





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And on top of that, Be Kind

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Thank you, Lynilu, for posting this on facebook.  Each time that I encounter this wisdom about kindness, I nod in acknowledgement and say to myself that I won't forget it this time.

But then I do forget.

I forget about kindness when I have been neglectful of my inner peace.  When issues are left unresolved, when responsibilities are neglected, when I fail to examine my words and deeds, that's when anger sneaks in and spews its poison.  Anger is not kind.

My intentions for kindness are useless unless I take care to establish the necessary peace of mind from which it emanates.

Peace of mind may arise from daily examination of any internal disturbances caused by one's behavior, interactions or thought processes.  Meditation, journaling, exercising, counseling and various spiritual pursuits help maintain that peaceful state.

Does this make sense to you?

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typical Sunday

Just behind my house is this entrance to a very inviting urban park which I strolled through this past Sunday.  . 

The lake is stocked with fish normally, but right now it is waiting to be re-stocked after a fountain was installed. 

In the gazebo a concert was taking place, with what looked like impromptu dancers adding to the performance.  One of the dancers had ridden into the park on a scooter (the old fashioned, foot-operated kind) with his wild costume blowing in the wind.  It was quite a sight.

Next I headed to a  popular eating and food shopping mecca a couple of blocks from the park. 

It's always full of people.

The pedestrian nature of this urban neighborhood invites chance encounters.  As I approached the park on my way home from the farmer's market, I ran into a friend from work and we spent the afternoon discussing work issues. 

And by the time I got home it was nearly dark.


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Back to bloggiing

Well, let's see.  A lot has happened since I last posted.  I sold a house, bought a house, moved and just returned from a visit "home".  In this instance, "home" refers to the place in upstate NY where I was born and raised and where my father still lives.  In fact, I have a few photos.

 This is the street I grew up on, where my father still lives.  The hills in the background are the foothills of the Catskill Mountains.

This is my father, all but hidden behind one of the many stacks created by his wife.  He claims that she subscribes to entirely too many magazines and insists on keeping them all.  Forever.

And this is a Rose of Sharon bush.  There are many of them around the perimeter of my father's house, as there were when I was a child.  I am fond of Rose of Sharon and recently bought a couple of them for my new yard.  I hope they thrive the way they do around my childhood home.

The interior of my childhood home is dark, messy, and smells of cat litter boxes.

Fortunately, my new house is much more appealing.  And has no odor.

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