That moment when the wheels lift off the tarmac and you are airbourne, just inches from the ground,
you shake your head at the thought of this huge metal can flying
and off you go, into the clouds on a rainy day in Baltimore.
It's not raining above the clouds,
the sun is shining, and the sky above is blue.
And isn't that the perfect metaphor for all of our rainy days,
if we can just get above the clouds?
We have lift off at BWI Airport, full steam ahead!
This is the day that the rain started and it seemed that it would never stop.
But it did and all is well now.
The ponds are higher than they've been in a long long time,
and the birds are singing,
happy as ever.
St. Augustine Beach, the first day of the rain in May, 2013.
The better to hear you with,
my dear.
White Tail Deer, listening for possible trouble up the hill, Kennett Square, Pennsylvania.
When's the last time you were invited to a picnic?
I always say,
"Two lips are better than one."
(Or maybe I said that once?)
The Flower Mart again, in Baltimore's Mt. Vernon Place.
How lucky to go home to Baltimore and stumble upon the Flower Mart
in Mt. Vernon Place,
and to spend the afternoon with one of my very favorite people on the planet.
I must be living right.
The Church in Mt. Vernon Place and the people of Baltimore enjoying the Flower Mart, 2013!
Vulnerable we are, like an infant.
We need each other's care
or we will
suffer.
Poem by St. Catherine of Siena (1347-1380).
From the Penguin publication, Love Poems From God, Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West.
Copyright © 2002 Daniel Ladinsky and used with his permission and my gratitude.
Photo of Laine and her twin sister, Libby.
Coming up for air.
(Another re-visited post from January, 2012)
Bottle nose dolphin, Cape Charles, Virginia.
Squirrels appear to have magnets or Velcro on the bottoms of their feet.
They really do fly from tree to tree, defying gravity.
And they never ever give up.
(This post is from November 18th, 2011.)
Change is in the air…
A big storm – thunder and wind and rain – the air clears,
the fires are out and the smoke disappears.
Everything changes.
(This post revisited from May 28th, 2012)
Delicate clinging vines – this is a time when clinging is good.
Good for the vine and the wall benefits too, aesthetically.
Is clinging ever good for us? We humans?
Holding on to that good or bad feeling – joy or anger?
Being in the moment is preferred, but if you have to cling,
cling to the things that become more beautiful with your clinging,
like a baby's smile or the best day ever in the water with the boogie board.
It makes you more beautiful to do that!
Clinging vine and wall found in Old St. Augustine, Florida.
(This post is from October 4th, 2011, the first week of Laine's Blog.)
Gleanings From Living Long
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