Compassion

For a number of years I have advocated shutting off the news, avoiding the headlines, and generally occupying life with the stuff you can control. Mostly because I myself could not take another lie from an out-of-control Trump lie or his line-up of spineless acolytes who would rather steal women’s control of their own bodies and become internationally know for corruption than stand for truth or humanity. (The average Republican must be in a state of embarrassment and denial that their party has been hoodwinked by such an inept commander, perhaps shamed to wear a heart so white?)

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Paradise Garden

In the most auspicious of circumstances, we have found ourselves living in a paradise garden for the last five weeks. “Gardens of Paradise take their name from the old Persian pairi dez , meaning “surrounded by a wall”. Transliterated into the Greek as paradeisos and henceforth known to us as Gardens of Paradise , they are in essence self-contained refuges for flora and fauna, with humans as their keepers and end users” (AKDN). Walled in by bamboo we are indeed separated from the bustling complexity of this Los Angeles world yet are connected to earth, water, fire and air in this sacred place, filled with morning light, afternoon sunshine, and a whole changing sky above. Here, in this garden, one finds paradise.

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Flowers of Santa Monica

Sending love to all my Vermont friends who are restoring home and hearth after the flood, with the belief that united you are the strongest community I know. xxoo 

From backyards to front gardens, park landscapes and sky scapes, all over Santa Monica one can find an array of beautiful blooms. For me, and perhaps you, summer is synonymous with flowers. What a treat to see everything blooming, from drought resistant cactus to delicate lilies, brightening up one’s view in every direction.

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