This is for Photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #21, positioning. Everyday things.
Really I am cheating because nothing at the lake seems mundane and it all seems gorgeous…. or is that just my perception?
This is for Photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #21, positioning. Everyday things.
Really I am cheating because nothing at the lake seems mundane and it all seems gorgeous…. or is that just my perception?
I went to family land held in trust, originally bought by my maternal grandparents Katherine White Burling and F. Temple Burling in the 1930s. I stayed in the 1930s cabin. No electricity, propane stove and refrigerator, my cell phone got one bar sometimes on the front rocks but would cut off and I have to go by boat. No road.
Heaven.
….a lot more fun than the original meaning….zip line at a graduation party this past weekend…..
this seems more likely as the meaning: http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/butt%20sling
and it still gets used https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/ass_in_a_sling#English
We started way up the ladder….
….and wondering will the brakes work?
these photos on my camera by the graduate: Congratulations Rose!
my cousin’s husband said
I wouldn’t want to be around the kind of people who play paintball
which silenced me as I suppose he meant to as I stared at him thinking that since I was telling him that I had taken my son to play paintball as a celebration of my son getting a 4.0 in sixth grade and we were framing it as a celebration rather than a reward so that low grades would not generate in turn a punishment and I was trying to tell my cousin’s husband about the third round of paintball and I was the only woman there and definitely the only mother there and by then the sharpshooters in camouflage had asked why I was there and I had explained upon which one said “you are a good mom” and so in the third round when my son said that he wanted to be on the opposite team as his mother the guys giggled and we were on opposite teams and I am good at hiding in the woods but was having a bit of trouble with trajectory so everyone on his team was shot but him and everyone on my team was shot but me and I was trying to shoot my son with a paintball in a desultory sort of way since he was peppering the tree I was crouched behind when he ran out of ammo and we walked back to the safe area me with the gun held over my head saying “moms rule” and the sharpshooters in camo said we are going to shoot you next time and they certainly did
and I didn’t say any of that to my cousin’s husband
because I am one of the kind of people who play paintball and so is my son and I realized abruptly when my cousin’s husband said that that I really want to love everyone and so I still send love to my cousin’s husband but honestly I have trouble being around people who divide the world into us and them and didn’t Jesus and buddha and Muhammed all say essentially that god is love and Rumi says that the universe is the Beloved and so everyone is Beloved and we are all part of the one and there is no division and if god is love then there can be no hell
and I don’t really visit that cousin any more
and I still wonder why people want us and them and why people talk about that kind of people and I try to work with every kind of people that comes into my clinic that’s why I became a doctor really because I wanted to understand people and understand love and forgive things that happened when I was very little and thought that really, the big people were insane and loving but not trustworthy and obviously this is a fail in the end because I truly don’t understand how anyone could ever make assumptions about anyone else and ever say that they wouldn’t want to be around
the kind of people
On Saturday I was at a graduation party (Hooray for Rose!) and I took this picture, thinking of Photrablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge….. hooray, it fits the theme…..angle, color, lighting.
love is not one love is longing for one love is two
love is the other longing for the other longing for union longing for one longing for the Beloved seen in the face of the other
do not forget nor lose nor submerse yourself in the other remember there are two not one you are longing to be one that is the longing for the Beloved you must be two and remember both while longing for union while longing to be one
you can love and yet not accept abuse yet not accept ill treatment yet not accept being walked on in the name of love
you can love even one who is behaving badly and treats you ill yet you should not accept ill treatment you are to remember that there are two and you are longing for the Beloved seen in the face of the other longing for union but that does not require that the other long for the Beloved nor see the Beloved in your face
you can love even one who does not want union with you yet they long for union with the Beloved
you can love even one who is behaving badly and treats you ill you should not accept ill treatment and there may be a time when you still love and walk away still loving and longing
for there are two
not one
I took this picture of my sister and our neighbor and friend in the late 1970s, probably playing pong…
For Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge, the words are hope and luck.
I saw my doctor yesterday, still on half time and it looks like it will stay that way until January or longer. Slow healing. I am finding it hard though I am healing and often people don’t or aren’t or won’t…..
I let go of hope
for love my luck is to be
alone writing love
the picture is from my garden
any day now
I will be going going to the lake to the rocks to the place I went to when I was five months and in the womb too
any day now
no electricity and the cell phones don’t work we filter the lake water now as the coliform count rises but still the water I taste it and memories rise like fish like turtles like lake trout from the depths my sister wants her ashes there but no worries there are bits of all our skin my uncles ashes were scattered there last time I went I burned a little of my hair my father’s hair my daughter’s hair my son’s hair so that our ashes would be there too
any day now
forwarded email as I’ve left the cousin email in protest of the emails about my father’s will circulating behind my back the propane delivery has closed down and we must go out of Blind River for propane the 100 pound tanks have to be carried upright which makes the rental car more of a challenge we used to get 60 pound tanks but they are harder to replace we are all always getting older
any day now
my cell used to work on one cabin porch when it was overcast but that was tmobile and I have another now so probably it won’t work and we are all still broken in the aftermath of my sister I will look in the cabin and donate all the shoes that none of us will every wear hers her daughter’s her husband’s that cabin is a castle a monument of dreams and I have not been there for three years and I hear the roof is going we don’t have enough money or cooperation I thought the Trust we fail at that by the way was 30 years but it is 40 and we are now half way and I am thinking about how to handle it
any day now
because I love this land this lake and I will not give it up oh Beloved help us heal
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