Day 22~ May 22nd~ Cambodia

the little painter

I must apologize for the delay in posting as I attended a most inspiring event in Denmark for the last week about a template of peace for world youth. I will be posting the past due entries back to back in the next few days to catch up with that as well as with comments

Thank you so much for continuing to comment and view the blog during my intermittent presence.

photo: a little girl in Sihanoukville who is attending the program of the CCPP (Cambodian children’s painting project). I watched her for days as she painted so elegantly and with so much quiet concentration. It was a delightful scene to witness. Projects like this offer such a great opportunity for children to find a better future through art. What a great example for an ‘art that does something’!

Day Two Hundred Twenty Two, September 1, 2011

more than just a shadow

Most of us live in this world that we are born into with most of our attention focused on the events that directly touch our lives. What is close to us and what will influence us directly is what ends up hoarding most of our care and attention. It is only in rare moments that we extend ourselves and our minds to other realms and ponder the reasons why we are here and what will happen when we go. And what would our journey here have added up to? Will it add to the furthering of our universal journey or are we just more shadows drifting by?

Day Ninety, April 22, 2011

It's the season of color

It is the season of color and smiles. Who doesn’t smile to a pretty flower, to the warm rays of the April sun, to the first crisp fresh breeze that flirts with the curtains of an open window?

And then come the colored eggs! In our little family we get very excited about coloring them, hiding them and finding them again!

Thank you Spring! Thank you chickens! Thank you weather Gods!

Happy Spring everyone 🙂

Day Sixty Seven, March 30, 2011

 

Looking for the essence

It has been said that the truth of something, anything lies in its essence.

Often this fragile truth is hidden by layers and layers of personality and until those are stripped away, the inner finer core cannot be seen and experienced.

It is the same with everything isn’t it?

The fine being protected by layers of coarse, the soft covered with a layer of hard…

And anything worthwhile must be struggled for.