“Everything is emptiness. Everything else, accidental. In this world of trickery, emptiness is what your soul wants.” Rumi
Emptiness
Category: Backroads
Green Acres Reruns
Roadside Attractions
Peony, when you’re not strong, and I’ll be your friend. I’ll help you carry on…
Spark Joy
“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.” Thich Nhat Hanh
Mask Fatigue
“Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.” F. Scott Fitzgerald
Mindfulness, of Course
“Horses are mindful creatures. When we watch them closely, and we are not endowed with a tin ear, we can hear them thinking.” Erik Pevernagie
The Chevy by the Levee
“Signs are always there, we just choose to ignore them.” Kabelo Mabona
A River Runs Through It
“All there is to thinking,” he said, “is seeing something noticeable which makes you see something you weren’t noticing which makes you see something that isn’t even visible.” Norman Maclean
Silent Sunday
Louboutins?
“A shoe is not only a design, but it’s a part of your body language, the way you walk. The way you’re going to move is quite dictated by your shoes.” Christian Louboutin
Ride Along
I was on my way home the other day and stopped by these horses that were very busy frolicking in the mud. I tried to get them to come close enough for a photo but they ignored me.
Then I remembered how I used to get my dog’s attention by asking her if she wanted to go for a ride in the car. So I stood by the fence and said: Wanna go for a ride? Nothing. Then I said: Wanna go for a ride in the car?
The white horse slowly walked over and looked at me like I was crazy. Then he turned to his friend and said: This guy ain’t from around here is he Bo? And Bo said: No Jack, he’s probably a New Yorker.
I figured it must have been my accent. Fuhgeddaboudit.
Amish Encounters
I was driving around yesterday and realized I was near the house of the Amish Dahlia dealer I met a couple of weeks ago. I pulled into her driveway, grabbed my camera and she smiled and said: “You’re back for more pictures!” I was.
The usual questions began only this time with a special request. “What do you do with these pictures? Do the people leave comments? Do you ever tell the people where they can buy these flowers?”
I told her that I usually don’t but that this time I would mention that there is a wonderful woman selling the most beautiful Dahlias I’ve ever seen who lives on the corner of Ridge Road in Gordonville, Pennsylvania.
You can tell her the big guy with the Honda sent you and say: “Er is weenich ad.” Which means: “He’s a little off in the head.” I think she’ll know exactly who you mean.
