The pretty-pink Eucalyptus pods are bursting their caps, and the yumlicious-yellow daffodils are waving in the breeze.
You've done a good job of reminding me that I've been missing this month. Lots of things going on, just like everyone else. But I made time to watch the 2016 Academy Award-winner for Best Documentary Feature, Amy.
We all know some of Amy's tragic story. How the media and late night hosts and tabloids reveled in portraying her as a train-wreck. Which makes this an especially good documentary. By the time we are treated to the footage of her recording with Tony Bennett, we see her in all her grace and vulnerability and nervous, eager desire. It's beautiful and heart-wrenching.
And I'm still unpacking, slowly, steadily. I don't know the rhyme or reason for finding this photo in a box containing small containers, but here you have it.
That's Antonio Banderas with the gloves, in 1997, on the set of The Mask of Zorro in Mexico. That's almost 20 years ago - eek!
Recently I was reminded of one of the Buddhist teachings of my favorite Zen master, Suzuki Roshi. People create drama, damage and catastrophe every day - and it would be nice if they didn't. But we can't make other people do or say what we'd like them to do or say, or do or say it in a way we think would be a better way to do it or say it. All I have, and in truth, all any of us have, is power within this very moment. And that's related to our own particular mind and body. We can choose to not be swept up in fear, smallness, or hate. I believe in radical kindness and in doing no harm. Sometimes we have to clear our path and prune away weeds and dead branches. When the bray of my mind and heart is, NOT THIS, I listen. And I remember the power within myself at this very moment.
Well, I do mostly, anyway. I'm not a Zen priest, you know.
But while dramas are born out, and anger flares and creates more drama, and terrorism continues, and destruction is ever-present or a breath away, I'm stealing comfort in the beauty and amazing throb of nature's heart. And I'm doing it here at the live cam of the Bald Eagle Parents and two (now) week-old hatchlings. So far, it is the most pure and lovely of things I can lay my eyes on.
The world spins on, and I have artist-stuff (of my own and others) to share later. Meanwhile, stay safe - and let me entertain you with a few photos of the Bald Eagle Family from earlier this week.