Ese gave us another beautiful task this week – Intangible. The best things in our lives are indeed intangible, love, for example. Or, a morning rainbow over my old appletree.
The true harvest of my life is intangible – a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.
Henry David Thoreau
Ailsa at Where’s My Backpack? gives us all the opportunity to be Short this week…so, here are my contributions:
This spring was very, very short this year – and so were the stems of the small, daring daffodils trying to survive in the frozen surroundings.
I have had a couple of dachshund ”ladies” in my life, but unfortunately their legs are too short and their back too long. One of them got paralysed because of this. They always had to be carried when we were hiking too. Very sweet dogs, but a bit too stubborn for my taste perhaps… This beautiful gentleman I met in a park in Madrid.
My son on his first visit to China! Beside this giant of a warrior he felt a bit short…
Spread is the word from Ese this week. Being a book lover that just had to be IT didn’t it?
May books spread the world over!
Yann Martel
I had some days off…and that’s when I always read a good book – or try to find a good book to read. This October week I was lucky, because I brought Lloyd Jones’s Hand Me Down World.
A woman washes ashore in Sicily. She has come from north Africa to find her son, stolen from her by his father when the boy was just days old and taken to Berlin. With nothing but her maid’s uniform and a knife in a plastic bag, she relies on strangers— some generous, some exploiting—to guide her passage north.
These strangers all tell their story about her, and each account gives a different view of the truth, just like the versions of truth we all create to accomodate our lives. These fragments of a life piece together to create a spellbinding story of her, this woman and mother, who crosses continents searching for her missing child. Not until towards the end, we also get her own version of the story.
It’s haunting and beautiful, because ”Sometimes a person passes through your world and you don’t forget them.” She is one of them, and this is her story. I suggest you read it.
Being one does not always mean being lonely – but sometimes…Here are my choices for Cee’s challenge!
What can be more lonely than the last toy on the shelf…?
He was alone in the street – I wonder who owned him?
Feeling good
Alone in the wind and fog – a lovely pine tree
Ese’s challenge this time is about being Intricate. My daughter used to draw portraits of her friends – even on dogs and whatever people wanted to be portrayed. This is the photo and a scanning of one ordered portrait.
Drawings help people to work out intricate relationships between parts.
Christopher Alexander
“The earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons and daughters of the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.”
Chief Seattle
Ailsa’s theme this week is about connections. Today we tend to make connections without being physical…technology is our guru. But the natural way, the way it was meant to be, hopefully glows from the other photos in this gallery.
If we totally forget that all things are connected – our species, and every living being on Earth, is doomed.
I walk the dogs – or rather, they walk me… and several times a day. That’s a habit I would not want to be without.
Their habit is to dig and to roll in the leaves, and for Mille to run ahead of us, just to be caught up with again by Totti and me.
… in the ceiling… moving and changing positions…
…like a jelly-fish
While on the floor…
…and in the corridor on your way out…
So, I’m late, but Ailsa’s Delicate maybe is not too late! And, the flowers in my garden – for them, resting and waiting is a delicate matter…
Cranesbill
Spindle tree
Hydrangea
Leya 
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