ONE AFTERNOON WALK WITH MY DAUGHTER

I am doing a test of posting a picture gallery, something I've never done before. So if this does not come out right, then it will be removed. Let's see how this will turn out. Thank you :-) - (Pictures are courtesy of my daughter Amchit and her digicam)

About the afternoon walk, we do it everyday sometimes alternating it with morning walks. It's always wonderful this time spent together.. talking, talking, and more talking Lols! That's what most women do when they come together. The thing is far better than we would normally experience alone... and is made even more alive and interesting as seen through two different pairs of eyes. One older and the other younger - One a teacher and the other a student. - One a mother and the other a daughter. But both eager to learn, see, savor, and treasure another of many precious moments together.

Nothing insignificant ever eludes our watchful eyes... from wild flowers blooming on the shoulder of the road to odd looking birds hopping from tree to tree. -- From noticing how one neighbor keeps his yard clean to another's broken down fence bare and lean. -- From blaring music rocking a blue painted house to another's lonesome home quiet almost like deserted. -- From the awesome interplay of sun and clouds to lush trees bearing witness to such a magnificent display above them. -- From leaves turning dry and brown to new plants rising from the ground. All these and more are seen, noticed, and understood. All are cherished and enjoyed.

I may not be able to guess what goes on in her pretty head but as far as I am concerned - afternoon walks with her is where my happy heart dwells. And I think by looking into her pretty brown eyes I can very well say that she feels the same way too. So why don't you give it a try - take that afternoon (or morning) walk with your kid -- and you will know just what I mean. :-)

RANDOM THOUGHTS ONE TRANQUIL AFTERNOON

Afternoons like this take me to many thoughts and each wanting to be taken up, pursued and written. Thoughts which in a very special way take me to worlds I’ve never visited before or may have forgotten in the hustle-and-bustle of each day -- worlds of wonder, awe, discovery, truth, and learning. I like afternoons such as this because I almost always come out of it enchanted recharged and so much wiser than yesterday.

Come share with me this experience.

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It’s a sunny windy late afternoon and soon the sunset. A sunset is such quiet soothing comfort. It is not a goodbye as others may want to see it or think it to be but rather it is a resting of heart and soul. After going through a rough-and-tumble day – being and doing what it required of you – it all comes to this point of the day when your senses try to unwind, ease up, seek to find that leveling comfort and peace. A lovely sunset eases you through that experience.

This is my sunset.. a gentle breeze blowing, mute glow of sunlight traipsing on trees, walls, and fences, misty clouds catching the scarlet hues in the sky, and the gentle smiling sun easing the lines on my furrowed brows with its soft gentle rays. And then my heart too smiles with Old Sol.

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Walking down hospital corridors is something I would not want to do at any time. But life is darn crazy that one walks it for some reason or another but certainly not by choice I hope. Anyway while walking this corridor not long ago, I glanced at rows and rows of closed doors to my right and left. Sick people inside of course, I thought. But I wondered what thoughts were racing through their minds? What emotions were tumbling round and round in their hearts? How is it like for sick people looking out their windows to a world which is perceived not to care about you? Despite the presence of loving and supportive family and close friends, loneliness can’t be helped. Then I began putting faces to those thoughts – a father, mother, sister, brother, grandpa, a relative, a friend, or a stranger. Oh but there are certainly so many stories to tell if only those walls could speak. Stories of sadness, despair, loneliness, anger, desperation, doubts, disappointment, anxieties, frustration and on the other hand also stories of joy, happiness, trust, relief, courage, comradeship, steadfast bonds, provision, strength, prayer, faith, love, hope and so much more. Every story heard from behind those doors would revolve around that. It’s the whole spectrum of man’s struggles. It’s the story of man and mankind. Hospital corridors serve to remind me that I am a – human being and that this is what life is all about. And too it teaches me to be compassionate, kinder and gentler to people and to myself because undoubtedly we will all go through these long corridors or be there behind those closed doors at some time, far future we all hope. Hospital corridors... nothing else can teach you so much about life (and death) than this.

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More in the next -ish! God bless.