That's what an old proverb says, or maybe the version "Half a loaf is better than no bread" is more fitting for Bread on the Water....
There are times when to tell others what is up is to risk bringing them down and that has never been my desire here...sharing on-line. If one is personally involved and has an organic and real connection, then to share the more difficult realities in life is essential....but when the connection is isolated to one realm or another, then...the entire story need not be shared.
That's what I am thinking...and so it has made me mighty quiet of late in the generically sharable realm.
I plunk out these vague references in an attempt to reintroduce myself to this venue of communicating, and sharing that which is, though not terribly interesting, at least not overwhelming or opportunist. Though it is probably true, what the old proverb says, "A trouble shared is a trouble halved.", some troubles even in half sizes are too sad.
One of the things I have been deeply aware of lately is how much misinformation is spun into stories that make the news. When you know the facts, know the people and then read the variations that prevail and are passed on from one news service to the next...and even when corrections are made, it is often the earlier erroneous versions that are next linked or quoted....well it makes you wonder about a lot of the other stories you have read and how accurate they are.
And beyond the personal, the spectrum of troubles out in the world is ....well...full spectrum. I suppose there is some formula that can be conceived that divvies up the proximity of the sorrows versus the weightiness. The closer to home the sorrows, the more they weigh, and yet, distance in this world doesn't give us much immunity given the gravity of happenings.
I am grateful just to have written a little here...I feel indelicate, inarticulate, like a unlettered woman asked to acknowledged that she has indeed witnessed some transaction and is required to make the only mark she knows.
Yes, even just writing these few words... something is better than nothing...I feel like I have had a sip of cool water and my parched voiceless throat squeaks out a raspy "thank you."
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Sunday afternoon we wandered
on the south end of the place...
Here are a few of the day's pictures.
Never start nasturtiums where you don't mind them taking over.
South America, these plants trail their round leaves and bright orange and yellow flowers and dangle down the rocky cliffs to the beach. Their name is a derivative of Old English from Latin of nose (naris) and to twist ( torquere).
After clearing nasturtiums off the stairs
we walked down to the narrow cove.
Down at the south end the clear skies gave a good view of Bird Rock.
Sun and shadows on the path
This lone little flower has poppy like leaves. The wind or a bird must have brought it. It opened it's bloom yesterday right outside my front door.
A big hello to my friends and family...wish we could spend the 4th of July Independence Day holiday together but where ever you are I hope you can and will celebrate that "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."