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on the road again

Ar this time of year,

the fall colour beckons

the call is mysterious and haunting

the sky no matter,what time of day

can’t hide the magnificent display

of Mother Nature’s awesome art

she uses every ruse at her command

to tantalize and entice us

by hooking up to all our senses

Like a spider she spins her web

we don’t even see, or notice… till it is done’

the intricate pattern, the ability to create such beauty

with such methodical precision yet delicate and balanced

we really are, part of a master plan
our reality and observations

change from day to da

so no matter where we are,

where we go

nature is all around us

ok, taking off to enjoy the day

you coming?

and NO.. this is not a selfie

=^_^=

Namaste – Oyashikiri

*Loch Ard,Scotland (ouldm01)

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bom dia…bon jour…. hello!

life itself is simple

it really is

it is the human mind

that complicates

what IS

I am sometimes at a loss

not necessarily for words

but for the “music” or visual if you like

to accompany the words

in life, there is always a positive and a negative

you cannot have one

without the other

one person speaks, the other listens

the start of a conversation

one sees something, and captures it on film/photo

they have already seen it,

what they are doing is capturing the moment

to share, to show, to express

one picture, a thousand stories

not one person wil have the same reaction

however, we will each have a unique response

if we stop long enough

to allow the moment to speak to us

Namaste – Oyashikiri

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Model T Ford truck

Be still my heart

what is it about the past that makes my heart do double flips

I see an old vintage car or truck on the road

and I’m totally smitten and want to get a better look

someone has toiled and laboured… beyond a doubt that machine is loved

the vehicle is totally refurbished, and proudly driven

what is it .. that not only I, but many others

find so fascinating and worth hours and hours of

dedicated time and often cost without a second thought

to satsifying our passion for a vehicle long past its prime

I’ve driven by old forgotten garages, on out-of-the-way

and long forgotten highways… we see the closed and boarded up shops

where once people from all around, drove miles to patronize

and now… these shops, and services, on streets in small towns

that are no longer on a busy thoroughfare

sit bare, empty, and often forlorn, with not hope of being reclaimed

The merchants, the florists, the cafe owners, all their hopes and dreams have faded

and finally died… forcing them to close up.. and move on…

yet the cars and trucks of yesteryear .. left to rust and be reclaimed by nature.

or sent to their rest in rows upon rows of burnt out metal and chrome

are sought out and given new life… by men and women who want to recapture what was.

Something holds us to the past, not only the vehicles

but the empty barns, farmhouses, abandoned buldings

already,I alone, have collected over 3000 pins (Pinterest) from other

pinners who have a strong penchant for what was….. and i am a mere novice

I believe that what holds us to the past, and has us besotted is a four letter word

L O V E

Love is a high, it is delicious, it is wonderful

but, it can also hurt and leave one scarred

when we feed our passion that needs expression,

focusing on an inanimate object

it can be so much more satisfying

and we can see the results of our hard work and devotion

hunks of metal, shiny chrome, yeah, they can make me thrill

but a good friend, a trusted friend,

a monent shared with another human being
now that is a truly special gift, whether miles apart or right beside you

love that is sincere, love that is pure. love that is given without condition

that is a connecting energy of past,present and future

it is everlasting and eternal.

You are loved, loved, loved.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

*1914 Model T Ford

**1930 Ford panel delivery truck

***1938 REO Speed Wagon

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locked inside, looking out (this read is not for everyone)

Again this could be upsetting.. if you are sensitive to the plight of others.. read no further.

Depression is something that comes out of nowhere, and often it can go undiagnosed. It isn’t till something unpleasant” happens that we are forced to face something we have not wanted to address.

Did you know.. that at one time if a woman was considered to not be taking care of her husband properly he could have her shipped out to a psych ward for an “attitude adjustment”

What the picture above is showing is a woman wearing a face mask that was part of the conditioning. It was believed that if a woman saw herself smiling it would become natural… this was often accompanied by shock treatment. I’ll let that sink it.. archaic ? I’m sure some of us could really get into this subject alone.

I don’t think a day goes by where I don’t read or hear about some very negative incidents that happen in the world due to “”mental health” issues. It is all around us, and it begins at an early age. As a health care professional, we work with many many different forms of “health issues” .. the unease of the mind & body are constantly surfacing around us. How do we cope, how do we adjust to the unhappiness, dis-ease- and negativity that plague society today.

Life is what we make it.. right? Not always, when someone is depressed, anxious, and totally bummed out… they are not thinking with a clear health mind.. they are dealing with an illness, something beyond their control. They are not in this state by choice, they are dealing the cards dealt them. Whether young, or old, when they are placed in or on a ward that requires safety steps be put in place. Double sets of doors. Visitors can come in, and only allowed visitors at times, not just anyone.. Visitors can leave, but they are left behind the locked doors.

The pressures of life are never easy to juggle if you are bombarded continuously with one problem after another. What can we do, how can we help others to cope.. Before we can really benefit someone else. WE really have to begin with ourselves. No one, not one person , has ever been without a negative thought, a compelling lure of self-doubt.. or unease about something or someone. Imagine if those moments had intensified, gotten out of control, IF we had not had someone to speak with, be with, or connect with.

A hospital is a hospital, no matter how nice you dress it up, paint the walls, or clean the floors. It is a cold clinical environment. If you have occasion to visit someone in hospital.. the best gift you can bring, is a genuine love and sincere wish for their recovery. This is a precious gift, unique to you and the person receiving it. Wrap it with a warm loving hug and a big heartfelt smile.

Love and laughter will fill a bleak room with sunshine, and thought you may think it is not noticed.. believe me, the receiver will feel it, and it will stay with them, long after you’ve left.

God,Nature,TAo, Divine HIgher Power, whatever you call the life-giving force within, is without measure, and without definition. Love, pure unconditional love is force like no other. a smile that begins from within and radiates out to the world……………………is awesome. Share a smile today. Please... today I missed my chance, I was in an elevator full of people, and i didn’t smile. it is not easy, I will try harder tomorrow.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

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sowing love

Given a choice, I want love in my life. In order to have love in my life, I have to learn to suppress my ego. Ego is something that I have to deal with on a daily basis. Ego often intrudes on my day by wanting me to do or say something that may satisfy me in the moment, but will it do so at the cost of peace of mind.

While out with a friend today. since she was driving I could sit and look around in a way I can’t do if I’m the driver. There was no concept of time, just a feeling of quiet and a gentle happiness. The day was awesome, temperature for me was perfect, the sunshine bright and warming, yet the cool freshness of a fall day would lazily drift in and around us while we walked along to where we were headed. The meal wasn’t the best… but we had fun just being together and living the moments. Others in the restaurant shared their disappointment in the general disorganization of the place.It was under renovation, and instead of closing while they did what they had to do.. they were open for business. It was not a good experience -food wise- other than that.. it was great being with a close and long time friend.

We often get to spend time alone, even when we are surrounded by people, we can be alone. Our minds either allow other energy in, or it dismisses it. I can be very content on my own, my creative juices can run rampant when I am left to be creative. But when I am sharing time with a friend, and that friend is connected to the me that is inside my head, wow, it is beyond any words that I could use to express the moments that we share. It can be as silly as eating food with the wrong end of the chopsticks. Or saying something mundane and silly yet to us it is mind-blowing and profound.

It is in knowing our true selves, that we can sow love with the knowledge that love IS eternal and it does last forever.

True love is the energy that binds us together. in solitude we are experiencing a copulative moment in the spiritual realm.. the connection pure and everlasting.

‘When our resolve is to live a life of love. Sitting in solitude is a healing energy… and when we share with all sincerity , the essence of that love grows as does the friendship.

When life is taken from us, we can only let it. LIke waves of the ocean, or the rings in a tree, we are where we are supposed to be. Acceptance makes us stronger.. pushing against Nature’s forces, will only make the lesson harder.

Be safe – Walk in peace

Namaste – Oyashikiri

photography – Pinterest

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Thanksgiving

clear path ahead

nothing in the way

great, you can’t wait to wander

into the great beyond

you stop to ponder

what to take with you

while you re away

a whole day just to explore

how grand a plan is that

almost out the door

oh no, the phone** is ringing

do you keep going or do you answer

what news could the call be bringing

you could just keep going out the door

after all, a few seconds later,

you wouldn’t have heard that phone ring

some days, you have to keep going

if the call is important, they will call back

there are times, when

you really really have to put YOU first

we forget, that we are not infallible

or we think we might miss out on something

give thanks for your blessings

live each moment

YOU are all so very precious to me.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

** if you use a cell phone, turn it off

*blog-a wandering memory (Abel Tasmin – NZ)

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a dream moment

Dreams do come true. Yes they really really do. For years I have read about, and seen at a distance vintage bikes, I’ve hollered stop as we drive down a highway when I see an old abandoned, car, truck or jeep…if its been restored, it gets captured (picture taken) for my personal gallery.

Was I dreaming.. no… look a 1950 Buick super Riviera 56r design by the great Harley Earl head of General Motors industrial design. (info provided by Mark Hill) You know I was out of the truck and heading for it with my cell ready to grab a picture or two.

Look at the wheels, the generous use of chrome… Mark has not re touched it, the paint, everything is as it was when he got it. It was living in Canada for a while, but like a good pedigree dog, when the new owner had to part with it, it came back home to Mark.

While I was busy being totally enthralled by this charmer, a woman drove up who just happened to be Mark’s Mother, while we chatted, she told me that Mark’s main love was old vintage bikes, i.e Indians. Well this little China doll went into instant heart flutters. It was like the adrenalin went into overdrive.

Ladies and Gents, I have to tell you nothing could have made me “thrill” as much as being in a working machine shop, the vacuums the polisher, that smell of oils, grease, and waxes used when working the metal, All my senses were activated I just drank in the surroundings, I arrived at a quiet time, there was that happy silence that fills the garage when the machines aren’t working, dust is settling, and the mechanics are taking a break. I was in my own personal heaven.

Bikes are shipped from all over the world to be worked on by this man, in this shop. All the bikes are lovingly cared for and maintained by their owners.. they want the best for their treasures.. Thus the reason they get sent to Mark.

Dreams do come true, when you least expect them to. I saw this beauty and I wanted more. I followed my heart’s whispered (ok shout out) plea….. and stopped to take a closer look… what I found by listening to the inner voice was “magic” My adventure continued when I took the next step, I knocked and opened an unknown closed-door and found myself in a wonderland.

Ok not everyone shares my passion for vintage vehicles, but you get the message .. it is important to listen to your inner voice, and 2, open doors, step outside the box, you never know who you will meet, or what you will find.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

special thanks to Mark’s Mother and his friends for making my visit a special one. The dog was a beauty too! Unfortunately it just couldn’t compete with the machines and metal.

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chasing a dream

There was a time

when life was simple,

we met someone special

we had our first kiss

and we thrilled at the possibilities

of a fairy tale life, sure that

our prince/princess would be the

catalyst, to the story book

ending of …and they lived

happily ever after.

I thought of this quote before I decided to share’ – I had to ponder if it was true, in my mind, did I think it relevent to what I wanted to say. I know not everyone likes to dance. But to those of us who do.. who enjoy the passion and exhilaration of being held and masterfully led through an active art form, or to simply workout and exercise the body.with a partner. It matters if your partner is in harmony with your unspoken rhythm. I liken it to being a passenger on a road bike (motorcycle) how the two bodies have to be in sync for the ride to be smooth and effortless.

See this landscape, the person there, might have thought they were alone, but they weren’t were they, someone took the picture. Even if they were unaware of the photographer, he/she was there. We are never really alone, we sometimes feel alone, but the reality there are people all around. Often like us, just waiting to connect with another human being.

Today I got this picture of the cookie monster.. in yesterday’s blog I used Oscar the grouch for the cookie monster, in sharing his observation, this person connected with me personally, it told me I don’t sit and write here alone in my office, friends read and even if they don’t always write, like or say something… they are there. We need not chase a dream, the connection between us is in our hearts. PL Precept #7 Everything exists in Relativity.

PL Precept #20 Live maintaining equilibrium between mind and matter.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

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Photo Utah (David Betts)

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cookies

Oh look, there is a cookie monster

looking out at me…

there are days when like this character

my days are filled with too many things that matter

into my office I run

doing my best to forget that beckoning sun

however, the sun shines through the window

and no matter what…. I know

I should make time for some fun in that bright happy sun

But. but…. if I don’t work on my art now, or at least make a start

tomorrow, there will be that much more

and I will not think that today’s decision was very smart

The open skies beckoned

I wanted to travel to someplace new

but….. today wasn’t going to be the day to wander

instead I applied myself to the artistic expression that I’ve wanted to share

I spent hours researching and preparing

took time to asses and ponder

did I succeed, I think I did

the cookie monster held open the can lid

and let the sunshine in =^_^=

half way through the day, I got to visit with a friend

what a pleasure that was

I would have missed that opportunity had I gone out

so you see, there is always a reward and a positive

when we listen with a clear intent

to the little voice inside our head

now cookie monster can close the lid

and I can go to bed.

Here’s a hug to keep you snug

=^_^=

namaste – oyashikiri

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a memory

Once upon a time, I had a jewelers bench, it was set up for me and the way I worked, a small anvil, vise, my bench block, and a must for me was the fluorescent incandescent bench lamp. I had a big window but it faced south. A northern window would have been preferred since the light would have been more constant. It is the little things you learn that help long-term in more than one project. I had a flexible shaft controlled by a foot rheostat.. it was indispensable for the kind of work that interested me, it was suspended over my table so I could easily access it for my various needs. The different types of chucks available accommodated the various sizes of drills, burs, grinding stones and polishing

To this day I hang a flexible shaft outfit from my office window, over one of my work tables, even though my Foredom gave up the ghost long ago, I still kept all the parts, just in case… Since I no longer work in precious and semi precious metals, I replaced my need for doing smaller projects with a Dremel. That I could use when I was sculpting with Apoxie medium, or wood. I’m an artist with a need to express my visual pieces with depth, and texture that can be and hopefully is tactile.

The Foredom was and is probably the tool that I most enjoyed having over the years, I can carve small rocks with the Dremel, and it does do a lot of what I could do with the Foredom, but it is what we get used to and what we use while learning and feeling our way with a new skill that adds to the dimension of our work. I think so anyway.

Jewelry whether we are making it or wearing it, is an art form. What we wear, how we wear it, speaks of our way of expressing a visual statement. n’est pas? Errr no that web piece is not something I would make or wear, but I appreciate the work that went into it, the detail, the patience .. and even more I would applaud the woman or male who would wear it.

“Everything old is new again” The fashion mags are showing the “Hobo” look, vintage 70’s Hippie style jewelry is back. hmmm I sigh and turn the page, I no longer want to have the gold, platinum, best stones, and classic pieces, I never did.. I like my gemstones uncut, and the metal thick and sculpted, that was the reason I started making my own….. but….. I’m attracted to the semi precious stones that were worn in biblical times, and during wiccan ceremonies. I prefer pieces that speak to me, because someone wanted to express themselves by doing something different. Not something that is manufactured and spit out by the gross.

I’ve taken to searching out thrift shops and pawn shops looking for unique pieces that still have their past owners energy and history on them, so that they have a “voice” that can be heard by the person willing to listen… these are the treasures that I enjoy the most. LOL this musing all because I looked at my Dremel this morning, and thought of my long gone Foredom.

I found an amazing piece today, I don’t think a picture would do it justice, but if I find a way to show it to you, I will… meanwhile… thanks for meandering down memory lane with me. From me to you…