Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

It's time for our next Human Race Experiment. Although Originally designed for extra-terrestrial encounters, it has also worked here. First, find something you like from the natural world: A Leaf, a Twig, A spice, a sprig, a feather or a flower, for example. 1. Find a person you encounter in your daily life. 2. Smile, and say “Look at this _________ I found. Isn’t it interesting? 3. Wait patiently for two seconds. I know, but try it.          (ONE one thousand, TWO one thousand) 4. Observe the results with care. You may take a note if you wish. Contratulations! A contact has been safely made with a nearby human!

See that rainbow? How low it is in the fountain? There is no time to waste, It's TULIP TIME!! The best time to plant is on a growing moon, and we have no time to lose.   1. Carefully consider your supply possibilities. 2. Locate a grower you trust, go online, or go down the street to a flower shop. 3. Begin to select a bulb in your mind.  Fat, firm, alive with a tulip. 4. Search your mind for a vacant place nearby, facing the Spring Sun.   Congratulations, The Hunt Is On!

An e-pal asked, “Were you in Carmel California?”   Yes. Yes, I was. I swam among the trees in the kelp forest, with a scuba tank. It seemed close this morning. What do we do with the bubbles of acquaintance? Those spheres of influence that do not intersect? And when we find an old friend whose been there too, what then? I need to share the beauty, and yours as well.  So when you read these brief and incidental lines, take heart. Guest Photo By L.C. of  Chicago and Santa Fe

Guest Feather by L.C. of Chicago and Santa Fe!  How do you like my Guest Feather? I won’t be getting a photo of my polka dot feather until next week, and in the meanwhile, this beautiful one has agreed to stand in it’s stead. It was donated by a seagull who was passing by that way.

Guest Post Guest post, C.M. San Francisco It is fall here too. The evening air is cool, and the wind on the bay has lost its summer force. Here native leaves do not wither in fall but slowly fade, still green, awaiting quenching winter rains to spring back their verdancy. The trees that change are mostly foreign hybrids -- sumac, maple, beech -- favoured by fussy horticulturists and nostalgic wanderers. Sometimes one turns a corner and finds a tunnel of sun-drenched yellows and resplendent reds overarching a quiet suburban street.

Darn!   I left my feather at work.  I want to take it's picture. I found it on the sidewalk.  It is dark grey, about 4 1/2  inches long.  It has polka dot rows on either side.  You'll love it, and here's what happened to me at the deli I always go to. I went there for coffee, and I said, "Look at this feather.  Isn't it pretty?  Do you know if it's a pigeon feather?"    S he said unh unh, however  it's spelled.  She agreed it was polka dotted.  I forgot about this coversation, and I went back in the afternoon. "How's your feather?" she asked me,   "Oh, it's ok, it's in my office." She was happy, and  I think that's amazing! 

Ok, do this for me.  Go outside (if possible) and pick or find a nice green leaf.  A blade of grass or a weed or a green twig will do, if need be.  Ask first, as plants are sensitive. Crumple and crunch up the leaf, or surrogate.  Now smell deeply of the aroma of green.  There is no way else to describe it.