NAOMI SHIHAB NYE: “Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, / you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. / You must wake up with sorrow. / You must speak to it till your voice / catches the thread of all sorrows / and you see the size of the cloth. / Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore, / only kindness that ties your shoes / and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread, / only kindness that raises its head / from the crowd of the world to say / It is I you have been looking for, / and then goes with you everywhere / like a shadow or a friend.”

17 Candles

17 Candles to light the way

 

 Music from my last post played as  a candle was lit for each of the students and teachers now gone.  This was all I knew to do, at this point.

Our hope is that parents, grandparents, sisters, brothers, aunts and uncles and friends alike will join together to stop violence, especially gun violence.  Bless us all to:

Go in Peace, Go in Kindness, Go in Love, Go in Faith

Leave the day, the day behind us, day is done, go in grace.

Let us go into the dark, not afraid not alone.  Let us hope by some good pleasure

Safely to arrive at home.

 

 

Go In Peace

It’s a cozy day in Bend, new snow, a warm house, a big white dog and hope for All.

Go in peace

Go in kindness

Go in love

Go in faith

Leave the day

The day behind us

Day is done

Go in grace

Let us go into the dark

Not alone, not afraid

Let us hope, by some good measure

Safely of arrive at home.

By Sam Baker

 

Peace

 

Peace

                               I’d like to send a few lines from a verse I learned from Kermit the Frog, a valued mentor.

                                                                                                 Ho, Ho.

                                                                            I don’t know if you believe in Christmas,

                                                                 Or if you have presents all around a Christmas tree

                                                                                But if you believe in love

                                                                         That will be more than enough …”  ribbit.             

May we all know peace in our hearts, happiness in our days,

silence a few times each minute, and fun when we most need it.

Into the Woods

PTH Art

Another beautiful Fall day in Central Oregon.  Isabella and I headed out to do a little exploring, nothing dangerous or even very adventurous, but I though we’d try some new trails.  After all the years I’ve lived in Bend, I have not spent much time roaming around Phil’s Trail Head, so I don’t really know the lay of the land.  In fact, a few years ago, I did get quite lost, twice in one year.

Here’s my excuse, for getting lost that is.  We left one bright sunny morning from the parking lot and headed west on Kent’s trail. After walking several miles I noticed was getting a little tired and decided to head back to the car.  Not wanting to see the same scenery twice in one day, I headed south, I thought,  with good intentions of catching Phil’s trail which was, logically, “right over there.”  Ha!  Not only was it not “right over there,” but the clouds rolled in and, directionally speaking, and I was sunk.  Galumphing over pine needles, cones and various other beautiful objects that make up the forest floor, I wasn’t even able to decide what was up hill (Skinner’s or maybe Eugene) or down hill (Bend or maybe LaPine).

Somewhere in a science or physiology class I had learned that humans have a small deposit of lead or another metal material that sits just above the bridge of the nose in the lower part of the forehead.  It was believed that that piece of metal worked as a internal compass assisting us in the general navigation of life.   Well, guess what?  I didn’t get one of those.  Knowing there had to be a trail somewhere fairly close, I carried on. At least an hour later, alas the hallucinations began.  Just ahead, I came upon signs of life.  There it was, the Galveston/14th street turn circle with the  Big Red Chicken sitting right in front of me.  Something wasn’t right though.  Things were all distorted.  The chicken before me had shrunk.  Must be Galveston’s baby, the Little Red Chicken.  At closer range it was still a Little Red Chicken.  I touched it.  “What are you doing out here, Little Chicken,” I ask it?  Are you real?

About then a bicyclist came around yon corner.  Thank God.  He was real and a normal man size. He stopped, as did the others behind him.  Pulling myself together mustering the most sane voice I could come up with I ask if “they” knew where the parking lot was.  Pointing down the trail, the same direction their bikes were headed, one guy said, “That way.”  “I knew that,” I smiled.  “Um, how far?”  About an hour on foot. They must have checked out my leg length, or lack there, of when they came up with my ETA.

That was one long day. Oh, did I mention the part where I’d left my water in the car?  How smart is that?  Several months later, when I was smarter, I repeated the same scenario.  I’ll spare myself the details.  I hadn’t really thought of those “lost years” until yesterday, in full sun, including shadows and all the directional cues necessary to activate my internal compass, after walking longer than I thought my return trip to the car would take, and on a well used trail, a sinking feeling re-emerged.  Really? No, I am not lost.  Just keep going.   I did. That was good advise, as soon I came to a surprise, to me, art installation pictured below.  I know a biscillion Bend-its and tourist have passed this place a biscillion times…and know it’s less than a mile to the  PTH parking lot.  Please don’t make fun of me.  OK?  So I’m old-er.  I do this kind of stuff.

As for art, I’m proud of the place I live in and the many opportunities that are available to display art throughout our town…and forests.  The “Little Red Chicken” was a fantastic surprise, right out there in the woods all by its little red self.  And the tinkling of the cog wheels moving in the breeze, well, I found that installation a simple and telling display of the hearts of the folks who maintain Phil’s trials and the bike clubs who are a strong presence…ie, the Skyliner’s Road update.  May “ART” prevail.  Some say it will save the world.

More art at PTH
Chimes in the woods at PTH
Isabella, Come on.  We’re not lost

Fall Equinox

There are special days in each year that carve memories, not all real great but most are great and worth celebrating.  My favorites are Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries, Solstices, Equinoxes, and on and on.  But, every year the real winner in my book is that awaited day that usually comes sometime in the Fall, after the rains have come, the temperature drops, we’re socked in for a couple of days – and then the clouds lift.  Bam! There on the horizon the most stunning gift of nature looms.  Brilliant, white with snow, and beautiful beyond thought are the four mountains that seem to keep watch over the foothills and towns below.

IT HAPPENED THIS MORNING ON THE FALL EQUINOX

Morning Magic

 

Family Having a Merry Early Christmas

Ms. Santa Paws
Ms. Santa Paws

 

December 19th was our family Christmas. Santa DogClaws and Mrs. Paws were there, along with the Skjersaa boys, wives, and kids.

Santa Claws
Santa Claws
Dad Skjersaa
Dad Skjersaa
Kid One
Kid One
Wife One
Wife One
Granddaughters One and Two. Kid One's beautiful, fun, funny girls.
Granddaughters One and Two. Kid One’s beautiful, fun, funny girls.
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Judy and Flora

 

Kid Two and Wife
Kid Two and Wife

 

 

Light a Candle

 

 

Light a Candle
Light a Candle

Lighting a candle is a long-held practice in many cultural, family and faith traditions. The practice is common across international borders and societies. Lighting candles can bring serenity, focus and comfort, and peace.   Breathe, relax, and light a candle for peace within

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Holiday Greeting Art

Yesterday I submitted fourteen images to Looking Glass Gallery, located in the Bend River Mall annex. Seven are Solstice greetings and the other seven are holiday themes.  Watch for future post and more images.

My Solstice art is not easily photographed, as it is painted on Yupo (a plastic paper) with acrylic inks.  The inks leave a high gloss finish which reflects everything making it almost impossible to photograph.  The image I’m posting will give you an idea of my expression  of the Return of the Sun or the Solstice celebration. Inside each card is a brief explanation of the meaning of Solstice.

Solstice
Solstice