Tuesday, August 19, 2014



Delicate Pathway To Horizon Wall  ( image source here)
 A path is a way marked out for people to walk. It may also be made by continual treading. To quote Ralph Waldo Emerson: Do not go where the path may lead go instead where there is no path and leave a trail…….

So path is a way of life too. We either make it for others to follow, break it to open up new possibilities or simply follow it where it leads to. It may be long, short, straight, winding steeply upwards or without any destination. Only we have to be careful about choosing the right one for us.

Our gracious Mother Earth has laid down so many paths for her each and every child to suit them. Food availability, habitat and weather compel some birds to take to their wings for regular seasonal journey. Strangely enough they never lose their track. Fish also migrate because of diet or reproductive needs and come back home safely. Even dragonflies, beetles, butterflies and moths have in them the same spirit of adventure for a better life and enjoy those moments of bliss before they make their return journey following the marked out path.

From an electron to the huge heavenly bodies all follow their own trajectory. No chaos is allowed.

Humans are a bit different though, always interested to transcend boundaries. While some would prefer familiar paths others would carry their own Cross, die on it to save fellow human beings and leave a trail. They believe in small steps as well as in giant leaps.

Our prompt for the week is Path. Let’s begin our journey.

  A couple of poems on the theme:

image source here
The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day! 
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 

 Robert Frost

Peaceful Pathway - T Ellis Fine Art (image source here)

The Path That Leads Nowhere

In a meadow that I know, 
There's a path that leads to nowhere
Where an indian river rises
And the stream is still and slow;
There it wanders under willows
And beneath the silvery moon
Of the birches silent shadows
Where the early violets bloom.

Other pathways lead to somewhere,
But the one I love so well
Had no end and no beginning,
Just the beauty of the dell;
There I find my fair oasis,
And with carefree feet I tread,
For the pathway leads to nowhere
And the blue is overhead!

All the ways that lead to somewhere
Echo with the hurrying feet
Of the struggling and the striving,
But the way I find so sweet
Bids me dream and bids me linger,
Joy and Beauty are its goal;
On the path that leads to nowhere
I have sometimes found my soul! 
Corinne Roosevelt Robinson

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Tuesday, August 12, 2014


Dear All, I hope we are all enjoying a wonderful summer, here in England the temperatures have been blissful.

This week I want you all to have a poetic journey and think about the humble Almond.
What comes to mind when Almond’s are mentioned is it:-
·         Christmas day and sucking on sweet sugared almonds
·         Is it the taste of Almond in cakes and marzipan?
·         The amazing nectar of Amaretto
·         The impossible shell that is so difficult to crack

The Almond Tree in Biblical times was quite significant as it was first to blossom but last to bear fruit. It stood for perseverance, patience and waiting for the promise to be fulfilled.
As Henry Reed once wrote – “They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt, And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance, Which in our case we have not got; and the almond-blossom Silent in all of th” “
Also does it hide mysterious qualities that can be developed into different paths?  “Training is everything. The peach was once a bitter almond; cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.” – Mark Twain
“God gives almonds to those who have no teeth” – in the Spanish  Proverb, so life becomes a matter of time and patience.
So take a moment, picture a beautiful Almond Tree with its lovely pink flowers, blossoming in winter and producing its Almonds in the following summer,
Beautiful things take time to flourish.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Home Grown, Home Baked, Home Spun, Home Brewed, Home Cooked

Home grown tomatoes
There is something special about this time of year here as one can either buy or harvest from one's own garden homegrown vegetables.  There is nothing better than a homegrown tomato or zucchini or eggplant or beet, is there?  In winter, I will surely miss this time of year when so much HOME GROWN is available.

And then if you make a HOME BAKED pie from home grown rhubarb, the taste is pure heaven.  Or when you think about it, a homemade pie of any kind is so much better than one store bought or even bakery bought, isn't it?  Same is true of a homemade cake made from scratch, using no mix.  Or homemade bread!

Homemade bread

Has even ever made HOMEMADE wine?  I did this for one year.  The smell of this wine fermenting in my small apartment was a bit much, and actually the wine didn't turn out all that well.  Sigh.  But I have had someone else's homemade rhubarb wine which was really quite tasty!  And now around here there are stores where one can buy HOME BREWING equipment for making beer.  Anyone done this?

When I was a kid I used to always make HOMEMADE greeting cards for my parents and others.  Now my grandchildren make HOMEMADE greeting cards for me.  More special than store bought ones oftentimes, aren't they?

How about HOMEMADE toys?  I remember making a homemade bow and arrow set when I was a kid.  I sewed homemade clothes for my dolls.  I hope we never lose the joy over something homemade.

I have a friend who is really into spinning.  She spins various kinds of fur into yarn and then weaves it into things such as scarves or rugs.  Making HOMESPUN goods can be quite an art, I think.

My Friend's Homespun Blanket

And, oh how wonderful to be invited over to someone's home for a HOME COOKED meal!!


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