A Zenful Kind Of Day

Five Photos, Five Stories #5

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One thing I adore about First Landing State Park is the Spanish Moss. I love how this tree is draped with it, and the wind blows her fringed scarf to and fro. It was a warm day with a cool breeze, a perfect day for a hike. The birds seemed to be enjoying it as much as we were. Water, wind, sun, trees, swamp, wildlife… I’d say it was totally “zenful”!

I invite Jill Weatherholt to come play. If you wish to play the rules are that you post a picture a day with a story, fiction or non-fiction, or a poem and nominate one fellow blogger a day to participate.

Love Is All You Need

Five Photos, Five Stories #4

"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet." ― Plato

“At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.” ― Plato

Virginia is for lovers. This is where I live, and this is our slogan. To me, Virginia has it all…from the mountains to the sea and all in between; who could want for more? Dirt Man and I came across this love sign in the quaint little town of Cape Charles on Virginia’s Eastern Shore. The Love Signs are popping up all over Virginia. This link explains it.I admit it’s a rather cool concept. Does your home state have a similar campaign? Many of my friends go on outings just to discover new Love works. I admit it is a delight to stumble across them. I found one last year at the Norfolk airport. I know where many are, but haven’t gotten to them yet…I hear a fun, new adventure calling my name!

I invite Linda Rae of Cabin Fever Confessions to participate. If you wish to play the rules are that you post a picture a day with a story, fiction or non-fiction, or a poem and nominate one fellow blogger a day to participate.

Love Livin’ It Up!

Five Photos, Five Stories #3

I have found that if you love life, life will love you back - Arthur Rubinstein

I have found that if you love life, life will love you back – Arthur Rubinstein

We pass this reminder as we travel to visit my MIL in the nursing home. We call this hillside Graffiti Rocks. It is a range of rocks along a mountainside on route to a college town. Various messages, names, and school tags are colorfully spray painted on the rocks. “Love life” is good advice any day, but seems to make us feel a bit more grateful for freedom and physical ability as we approach a place where age has diminished those very things.

I invite Manee Truatz to accept the challenge. If you wish to play the rules are that you post a picture a day with a story, fiction or non-fiction, or a poem and nominate one fellow blogger a day to participate.

…And The World Was On Fire

Five Photos, Five Stories #2

“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”  ― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.” ― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

Dirt Man and I often watch and photograph sunsets. This particular evening the sun appeared to chomp the end of the pier and then the ocean swallowed the sun. As the sun disappeared the sky and sea exploded. The flames of the sky reflected in the water and the world appeared to be on fire. We watched the canvas before us burn as we listened to the waves lap against the shore and turn nature’s fire into ash.

Carol at Wanderings of an Elusive Mind nominated me to play Five Photos, Five Stories. I invite Becky at Chicken Wire & Paper Flowers to participate. If you wish to play the rules are that you post a picture a day with a story, fiction or non-fiction, or a poem and nominate one fellow blogger a day to participate.

A Tam Good Time!

Five Photos, Five Stories #1

“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”  ― Bob Marley

“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” ― Bob Marley

Dirt Man and I have had the pleasure of seeing the Tams twice. Both times we stumbled upon the park concerts. The first time was several years ago in Norfolk, This time was this past Saturday night for Beach Music Week in Virginia Beach. We met my cousin and his wife for dinner at a beach restaurant and followed the music along the boardwalk afterward. Music unites all ages, genders, races, and economic statuses. There were arms swinging, feet tapping, bodies swaying, voices singing, and smiles spreading! What a beautiful sight! A great time was had by all! These guys can move…they are ageless!

I’d like to invite Barbara at Silver in the Barn to play along. If you wish to play, the rules are that you post a picture a day with a story, fiction or non-fiction, or a poem and nominate one fellow blogger a day to participate.

The Crazy Gene…Or Is It Simply A Great Imagination?

Why do I love clouds? Because you can't save a cloud like you can save a leaf or a flower or a rock — clouds are now. ~Terri Guillemets

Why do I love clouds? Because you can’t save a cloud like you can save a leaf or a flower or a rock — clouds are now. ~Terri Guillemets

Do you ever just sit and watch the clouds? On Mother’s Day my mom and I sat on her front porch and did just that. What an incredible relaxing day we had! However, I discovered another commonality between the two of us. I have this rather strange attribute; I tend to see faces in odd places like clouds, trees, rocks, mountains, etc… The amazing coincidence is my mother and I saw the same formations such as a woman kissing a man’s chin. We would say what we were looking at and the other could point it out in the sky. My sister thought we were crazy…I told her she needed to exercise her imagination.

I have Himalayan salt lamps throughout my house, and I see faces from every angle. I see the same faces every time I look at it. I suppose perceiving patterns visually is just something I do. Is it a habit? Is it genetic?

What I did not know is there is a term for this phenomenon – Pareidolia. I read about it on several sights. It is the visual form of matrixing. It is said those who have it have an evolutionary advantage over others. However, another sight questioned whether it is borderline schizophrenic. Hmmm….I choose to believe I have a great imagination rather than to think I’m crazy (and don’t go off on me for using a politically incorrect term!) …then again, some of the so called crazies of the world have been proven to be the most intelligent and imaginative of all –That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it! Just please don’t administer the Rorschach Inkblot Test to me because I fear my results, ha!

I will dare to ask the question: What do you see in the clouds in the above photo?