Wednesday -noise
Unwanted noise
beautiful trees ripped out
hedges disappear
in one day
single family home
gone
quiet older community
invaded
trees that stood for years
home to the “wild” life
city dwellers gone
no more sunlight
through vibrant branches
now, rumbling
loud mechanical noise
Last year when my Mother was bidding farewell to her years on earth, my sister who was staying with her. Passed the time, drawing and colouring, memories of another time.
Change happen, with “progress” comes destruction, to “make way” for “infill” buildings that are meant to fill in where older homes , single family homes with laneways, garages that held the cars that used to fit inside them, and usually have pretty front lawns, and backyards, big enough for small patios and gardens, either filled with flowers in season, or vegetables.
Now these homes when their owners pass away, are taken over by builders who tear them down, and put in two homes on a lot that was meant for one. Usually, architecture that is cold and sterile. Forget a lawn or garden spaces. Cement, pavement and more cold man-made materials, usually in various shades of grays and blacks. Garages if there, are usually part of the main floor, still usually too small for the bigger cars of today, so they end up always outside parked on the single space of the paved front of the dwelling.
Sad, but that is progress. If you are near, or can easily get to green space. Treasure it. Take the time to enjoy it. Listen to the birds when they visit (if they do) enjoy the fresh earthly smells of spring, and watch as the young flowers unfold to embrace another season of “life”
Life, can be fleeting. Live in the moment. Enjoy each and every second of your day. don’t wait till it fades away.
PL Precept #11 Always be with God.
PL Precept # 16 All things progress and develop.
PL #18 Each Moment is a turning point.
Oyashikiri
Being a Taoist, for me landscaping was all about bringing nature to my property so that it would as closely resemble natural growth, Susan shared that passion, when I bought a home with a double lot, she said, I’m going to get more land too. She moved to a place where she had the kind of lot that she could build on. We were off to the races, every week-end we toured miles of countryside looking for landscaping places that would offer us plants that were not the standard backyard fare.
When I remarried in the late 90’s, we didn’t get to spend the time together that we did before, but anytime we did meet up, we picked up just where we left off. That was the kind of relationship we had. The bond we had created when we were younger, held like glue. The years passed, friends in our lives changed, but still, we knew each other like one hand knows the other.
She is gone now, at least the human form is no longer here. But her presence, the secrets we shared, the long evenings of simply “being” in the same space, discovering our “selves”.. that will always be.
Lizzie was an artist with a thirst to create, not just anything, everything she did was alive and vivid, just like her. Her creativity knew no bounds. When she first was told she had cancer, she said, OK, let’s deal with this.. and did what she needed to do, she beat the odds. Once, twice, the little vixen fought her way to live another day.
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