Monthly Archives: September 2011

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words


We have all heard this expression before and it is more than true.  However, no picture speaks the same thousand words to everyone.  We all bring to viewing anything and everything something of the person we ourselves are.  As we stand or sit before any picture, we see our own feelings, experience our own intuition, see a reflection of ourselves or we project our own experiences and beliefs onto the subject.

This is a picture of me.  I will say no more.  I am wondering what you see when you look at it ???

Playing With Squirrels


Yesterday I found myself yet another day at dreamland lake.  I had a lot of stuff to think about and dreamland lake is one of my local Meccas for thinking.  The temperatures have cooled quite a bit in recent days but with the sun shining it was a beautiful day to be outside.  I laid my thinking blanket on the ground and layed down to look up into the trees.  This reminds me how small I really am, how big the world really is and how transient life is.  It certainly helps to put problems in perspective.  The beauty of nature just kind of seeps into your mind while you watch the branches sway, it lulls you into a peaceful place, frees your mind a little of the pressures of daily life and if that doesn’t allow for space for solutions to problems to creep in, than at least it allows your mind a parenthesis, a pause from the pressure of worry.  While I layed there watching the trees and the sky, the sun broke through a small gap and I raised my hand as if to capture it and hold it for a while. The act of trying to hold light in my grasp, an impossible task, helped me to realize how many things in life just cannot be controlled, held or owned.  I studied my hand there in the light for a while and thought of all the things I use my hands for and how grateful I was to have hands to be able to do all the things I love to do.  Being thankful for the small things we take for granted also helps us to achieve perspective over the many things in life that are simply out of our control.  It was good to remember these simple truths.

As time went by and I was just meditating in the shade, pondering all these things I am saying here when Nature decided, I guess, that I was getting a little too deep and took it upon herself to lighten the mood.  She sent me a friend to remind me about the importance of play in life.   Out of the corner of my eye I saw my new friend skitter by and I looked up to see him trying to engage my attention.  He was not running away from me, although he kept a watchful eye, but rather doing all that he could to make me take notice.   He was running up the trunks of trees and skittering across the branches that were above my head and yes, he was even chattering at me, almost in a scolding tone if you can believe it !   I almost felt like he was saying  ” what are you doing laying there deep in thought when the sun is shining and the weather is perfect ???  ”   ” Come and play with me ! ”

At first he was skittish.  Staying at a safe distance while chattering away non-stop.

But as I snapped picture after picture of him, he got used to me being there and he got bolder.  He held still and I moved in closer.

We played like this for quite a while going round and around the trees of Dreamland lake, he chattering away and me obediently following and snapping pictures.   I don’t know what he was saying to me..but he definitely did not want me to be laying there deep in thought instead of appreciating the beauty of the day and the opportunity to play.

Then……..He got bored or tired of the game, I don’t know which.   I guess there is a time for everything.  A time to play and a time to rest.

So I left him to relax on the tree branch and thought how unfair it was that he pulled me out of my state of meditation only to then bail on our game.  🙂  But with a renewed sense of purpose and energy I walked back into real life and went to photograph the ducks.   They had been squawking at me all afternoon anyway so I decided to give them the attention they had been seeking.

When I left I remembered trying to hold the sun in my hand.  That was impossible but equally impossible was holding onto melancholy while surrounded by so much beauty and life.  I learned this from my friend the squirrel.