A Folktale – The Trouble Tree

Inside the Mind of Isadora

The carpenter we hired to help us restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his beat-up pickup truck refused to start.

While we drove him home, he sat in stony silence.

On arriving, he invited us in to meet his family.

As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.

When he opened the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face is a wreath in smiles as he hugs his two small children and kisses his wife.

Afterward, he walks us to the car. We pass the tree, and my curiosity gets the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.

”Oh, that’s my trouble…

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about these things

“What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean.”

— Anne Lamott

Photo by Jean Pike

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Fine-lined Emerald, Finally

Mike Powell

I was ecstatic on Monday at Occoquan Bay National Wildlife Refuge to finally capture some images of Fine-lined Emerald dragonflies (Somatochlora filosa), a species for which I have been searching repeatedly this past month. Fine-lined Emeralds are one of several species that appear in the autumn, just as the number of most species of dragonflies is beginning to drop precipitously. I had spotted what I think were Fine-lined Emeralds several times earlier in September, but for me the sighting does not really “count” if I am not able to take a photograph.

Fine-lined Emeralds like to spend a lot of time patrolling, and a lesser amount of time perching. Unlike many of species that fly about high in the air, this species often flies at at somewhere between knee and eye-level.

On this day I spotted at least two individuals patrolling along one of the trails that runs…

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Highway to 5th Heaven

[The music you can play if you’d like while you view this post.]

Eating Humble Pie at times is necessary if I wish to make improvements with myself. I had jumped to a hasty conclusion before knowing all the circumstances of a situation. I refused to justify my behavior for I intended to improve the next time I interacted with someone when I don’t know their side of the coin.

Instead of going into guilt about how I acted in thought and emotion, I began to think about how we process information. Each of us being magnificently unique means we all process life differently. Why else do you think that witnesses at a crime scene, for example, or an accident scene, tend to have different stories about what happened?

Due to the individuality of who we are, our brains interpret life distinctive from that of everyone else. In hindsight when…

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Source of Inspiration

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The presence of the
Divine in our lives is
entirely dependent on
our receptivity. Yet
our arrogance, our
disbelief, our lack
of understanding of
what the purpose and
potential this Force
of Love is in our lives,
keeps us buried in the trials
and tribulations of the world.

We run from any painful
challenge, staying bogged
down in our on-going failures.

It does not have to be this
way, Dear Ones, for as we
accept the Creator into our
hearts, the seed of love
within begins to grow.
Its Light shines forth
illuminating our path
and those with whom we come
in contact.

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Flute in poetry and poems for the flute — The Babel Flute

The poet must begin with a poetic vision and then use the influential figures of speech, various forms of rhythm, cadence, alliteration, repetition, assonance, and consonance to obtain an adequate embodiment of this vision in terse form, which displays qualities very similar to music. The connection between music and poetry is solid and undeniable.

Flute in poetry and poems for the flute — The Babel Flute

Spiritual Essays #3

Kelly's Quest

Truths of Existence – The First Universal Law

All knowing is a Rediscovery

The First Law: All knowing is a kind of discovery. It is becoming aware of what is already present in the universe. Our knowing does not create it.

This is the truth. The universe is a store house of information. We can only know, grasp or sense or conceive what already exists in it. In knowing, we simply become aware of what is already present, which may happen through effort or by chance. All knowing is a kind of discovery of the knowledge which is already inherent in the universe either as a reality or a possibility or an idea, which may be known, unknown or yet to be known.

It is the same as in a journey where you may not yet know the destination, and you may not have yet reached it, but it…

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The Tao of Photography

Joyce McCluskey Photography

Mike. Iphone 12 Pro with Snapseed app

The Tao of Photography

The Way

Tao is literally “the way.” It can also mean the path or the journey. It is natural and spontaneous.

It is effortness action. It is the flow of the universe. Tao is within all of us.

Our photography journey should be like the Tao.

What is your photography journey? At the moment, mine is on a somewhat stifled trajectory (I thought) because of not just the pandemic but because of my husband’s illness as well as my own health.

But your limit is only limited by the limitness of your own mind. I felt stifled because we are at home and can not travel. But the reality is that you can shoot anywhere – in the kitchen shoot your coffeemaker and the frying of eggs, or the flowers in the front yard, in the ER Hospital waiting…

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The tap is broken


The tap has broken and water is gushing out incessantly.

It is pouring out and drenching all the surface that it touches. The water moves like a snake, slithering over all my precious things, mocking me as it covers everything.

Here, I am standing with a small cloth in my hand, trying to soak up some of the water to save atleast a few items from ruining. It feels like drying my hair with a blow dryer while it rains over me – useless and unnecessary.

I throw the cloth away and frantically search around for a mop instead. A mop should work for now. The more I try to clear this damn water, the more vigorously it returns back. I am mopping the floor now, in vain. I feel helpless. How do I clear this water?

My eyes suddenly land on the tap.

The tap is broken and the…

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August 10th

The Year of Tall Tales

Prompt: Beat

The rhythm is off again -
or maybe it’s me -
I can’t seem to find the beat.
It’s gone for a walkabout,
leaving a litter of notes all
in an uneven line.
I shuffle along in hope
that it’ll find me this time -
Surprise, surprise 
it doesn’t.
But with each faltering step
each bambi-legged move,
my own feet
thump out a new one.

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A glass of water.

Anita's Perspectives on Life.

How heavy is the glass of water?

For the last few weeks, I was telling all the stuff about couples. How to find love and then how to maintain relationships and everything about which I experienced, or I have learned from other’s experiences?

Today I would like to discuss the weight of our thoughts which we carry in our mind unconsciously. I agree that the world has become more vulnerable and unpredictable. The struggle to survive is at its peak now. So it’s not surprising that many people are facing anxiety and depression nowadays.

Every one of you must have heard the age-old adage “Is it glass half full or glass half empty”? But did anyone ever ask you,” How heavy is the glass of water you are holding?

Your answer to this question can vary from six ounces to a couple of pounds.

However, from my perspective, the weight…

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