The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet. - Aristotle
All things must come to the soul from its roots, from where it is planted. -Saint Teresa of Avila
Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.' - Mason Cooley
He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. This one should discard attachment to be happy. -Chanakya
Our heart glows, and secret unrest gnaws at the root of our being. Dealing with the unconscious has become a question of life for us. - Carl Gustav Jung
The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure. - D.H. Lawrence
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light. - Theodore Roethke
Yesterday, I went to a place my daughter and I call the "Doggie Park". I was inspired by the book I was reading, called Brida, to go for a walk in nature, in a place that I found special. I was hoping nature would talk to me like it did for the main character in this book. Maybe I would come to understand something important or even divine while walking in the woods.
I brought my camera thinking- if nothing else- maybe I can get some creative energy going and capture a moment or two. I took pictures of my daughter and of the dogs playing there.
The experience did not turn out as I envisioned. My daughter's little legs are not made for walking through the quite peaceful (and bumpy) trails, surrounded by enveloping trees and the sounds of nature. She got no further than the pond, where the dogs were, and would go no further. She was interested in stepping on rocks and balancing on roots, and playing. She did not share her mother's desire to explore the various trails.
I told my parents later that the walk had not gone as planned. I had to carry her a long way back to the car, she put up a fight or two about leaving, she wanted to do what she wanted to do, (most of the shots of her came out blurry), and the most mystic thing I got in was a couple brief yoga postures, fretted over my lack of balance when doing them, and I said a quick haphazard prayer.
She had fun and I had a nice time, but it was not how I envisioned it.
I edited the photos tonight and wondered if maybe nature had spoken to me, because when looking through the photos, I was struck by the photos of tree roots.
I am thinking about roots - about mine, and how they may be connected to that urge to return to the familiar....
I looked up some quotes, pasted them here...
and hope that something new takes root.
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The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet. - Aristotle
All things must come to the soul from its roots, from where it is planted. -Saint Teresa of Avila
Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.' - Mason Cooley
He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. This one should discard attachment to be happy. -Chanakya
Our heart glows, and secret unrest gnaws at the root of our being. Dealing with the unconscious has become a question of life for us. - Carl Gustav Jung
The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure. - D.H. Lawrence
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light. - Theodore Roethke
Yesterday, I went to a place my daughter and I call the "Doggie Park". I was inspired by the book I was reading, called Brida, to go for a walk in nature, in a place that I found special. I was hoping nature would talk to me like it did for the main character in this book. Maybe I would come to understand something important or even divine while walking in the woods.
I brought my camera thinking- if nothing else- maybe I can get some creative energy going and capture a moment or two. I took pictures of my daughter and of the dogs playing there.
The experience did not turn out as I envisioned. My daughter's little legs are not made for walking through the quite peaceful (and bumpy) trails, surrounded by enveloping trees and the sounds of nature. She got no further than the pond, where the dogs were, and would go no further. She was interested in stepping on rocks and balancing on roots, and playing. She did not share her mother's desire to explore the various trails.
I told my parents later that the walk had not gone as planned. I had to carry her a long way back to the car, she put up a fight or two about leaving, she wanted to do what she wanted to do, (most of the shots of her came out blurry), and the most mystic thing I got in was a couple brief yoga postures, fretted over my lack of balance when doing them, and I said a quick haphazard prayer.
She had fun and I had a nice time, but it was not how I envisioned it.
I edited the photos tonight and wondered if maybe nature had spoken to me, because when looking through the photos, I was struck by the photos of tree roots.
I am thinking about roots - about mine, and how they may be connected to that urge to return to the familiar....
I looked up some quotes, pasted them here...
and hope that something new takes root.