For Cee’s FOTD
Mexican Petunia–my fast-spreading little garden pest! Here covering the bushes by my pool.
Still reading through journals of my past . Here is something I wrote. Since there is no attribution, I believe the words are my own:
“To be ourselves, we must complete ourselves.”
I think this is something I’ve always felt, even when I was too young to know this is what I was feeling. Even at this stage of life, I feel like I’m not finished becoming me, and if incarnation is a fact, perhaps this continues into the next life. I hope so, because then there is hope for the whole world, including some of its largest villains. Here is another quote from the same page–one in which I was doing a lot of philosophizing.
Those who are governed by reason desire nothing for themselves which they do not also desire for the rest of mankind.
Next to it, I scribbled in pencil, “Baruch Spinoza,” which makes me think that either the quote was his or something I wrote after reading something he had written. I looked it up and it is, indeed a short version of what he had written.
And, one last intriguing quote, unattributed, which I’d like to have your comments on:
Conscience is not innate, but acquired, and varies with geography.
Although I live up on the mountain above the small town of San Juan Cosala, on Lake Chapala in Mexico, Yolanda, my housekeeper, is my information line to happenings in the pueblo. Lately, I’ve been going through a lifetime of journals–thoughts scribbled down in bound books small enough to carry in my pocket or purse, and this is what I discovered today, told to me by Yolanda four years ago :
“The night the veterinarian in the pueblo died, the dogs, they all howled, and the cats scratched in the dirt and on the wooden door frames with their claws—every cat and every dog in town—two days ago when his car crashed and he died.”
For Linda Hill’s “One-LIner Wednesday.” Second photo of dog by Justinas Teselis on Unsplash. All other photos by me.
I am adding this story to my group of tales about San Juan Cosala told to me by various people. I am titling this group of stories told by word of mouth, “Everybody Knows”
When I did my 24 Hours blog, I forgot to post my very favorite photo, which was the one that made me decide to post favorite (and one worse) photos of that 24 hours! Here it is, photographed, I believe, in the parking lot of the International School. Two perfect heart rocks, joined side-by-side forever.
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Busy 24 hours. I didn’t capture it all, but these are a few glimpses of times in between doing things. The arm was a truly freakish accident and yes I was literally “skinned.” The view with
the lovely young woman in silhouette was at the International Institute between Chapala and Ajijic. I was actually trying to get a show of the hillside outside the open door, but people kept walking in front of it. So, I started clicking them and especially liked this woman’s body language. The lower garden shot shows the progress of Quetzacoatl so far and also the other end of the garden. The dog is Coco in her first shot of the day, snuggled down on the pillows near my right ear, and the anonymous head shot even I don’t understand. Cannot remember how I took the photo or exactly where but those look like the colors in my bathroom, although there is no dome in the ceiling. Magic. If you feel the wound shot is uncalled for please let me know and I’ll remove it. It isn’t so much a call for sympathy as just amazement that I could be skinned by an everyday object like that. Okay, Yuck. I grossed you out again….(If you are wondering about the weird color of my skin, I had put makeup on my arm to cover up the bruises earlier in the day.)
Hard to believe, but yes, this is the flower of a bougainvillea in my front entrance. Lovely in macro.
For Cee’s FOTD
I just deleted over 4,000 old emails, 100 to 200 at a time, as I felt I had to quickly review the senders and subjects. This is literally 20 years of emails, so I’m surprised there weren’t more, but earlier today and yesterday, I had reviewed and trashed equally as many junk mails, so perhaps that is whey there weren’t more.
Evidently I did delete some emails as I went along over the years, but feels so good.. Like cleaning out drawers and cupboards, which I have been doing, too. Perhaps now I’ll be able to read new emails easily as in the past few weeks, Hotmail has been showing me who emailed me but wouldn’t show me the actual emails until I hit reply and waited a few (hopefully) minutes. Sometimes they wouldn’t show up at all. Add to this the hundreds of unsolicited and junk mails I get per day, email has come to be a real pain.
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