Monday, September 28, 2015

A Stroll in Central Park

Hi everyone, we're having an Indian Summer in New York with temperatures still in the 70's and 80's in the warmest September I remember. I took a stroll in Central Park on a beautiful sunny day where flowers are still blooming and the landscape is luscious and green. I hope you enjoy these pictures of the last days of Summer. I will be taking a little break and will be back with colorful foliage photos when Autumn arrives for real (though it officially started last week!). Be well and see you soon! xx

Saturday, September 19, 2015


to reach the sky
once again

in the woods-
learning from trees
how to stand up to storms
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Dear Friends, this weekend I'm sharing haiga, which is a combination of haiku and picture. These were inspired by my love of both the city and the country. The first is a picture of the New York City skyline, where you can see the Freedom Tower on the right, a wonderful tribute in memory of the victims of 9/11. I took the picture from the Brooklyn Promenade. The second is a picture of the woods in my own backyard. May we always stand tall. Peace. xx
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Friday, September 11, 2015


I wonder where you're headed tonight on this cold September night, as you cross the threshold into a new season. Do you have shelter or is your home a cardboard box neatly folded to keep you dry from the rain. Will someone have compassion for where you've been and how you got here and pull you up to help you reach new heights. Or will the fog of indifference cloud the sky. I wonder if you will make it or become another statistic, buried on page 5 of a faded newspaper--the same newspaper you use as a blanket to keep you warm. Or will someone show kindness to give you hope. Whoever said home is where the heart is, didn't understand life on the street. For the street is heartless where you lay your head on rough cement, while others sleep on satin sheets, unaware. I wonder if a dropped coin in your cup is enough. Or what will it take until your cup runneth over.

if you look up
you can see starlight
guiding you home

Dear friends, this weekend I'm sharing a haibun, which is a combination of prose and haiku. This piece was inspired by a homeless person I see every day on the street on my way to work. I didn't take a picture of him to respect his privacy. Instead, I took pictures of a crossroad and empty chairs on cement, perhaps to signify isolation and hopefully a movement toward change. Next week, I will be doing some volunteer work to collect and bring groceries to low-income families to help them survive and stay off the street. A small act of kindness can make a world of difference.
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Saturday, September 5, 2015

a dream ... suspended

a dream floats in the air, like an early Autumn leaf
suspended between fears and desires-

how much would be missed, if you let it go
if it falls, crumpled and unfulfilled-

catch the dream while it's still golden-
hold it tight in your heart, go after it

for a dream is fleeting, it's up to you
to make it come true

Dear friends, this poem was inspired by a little floating leaf I saw in my backyard this weekend. It was hanging on so beautifully and hopefully like a dream in the making.

It's amazing how, in early September, the leaves are already turning a golden yellow. I look forward to watching them turn into more vibrant colors as we get deeper into Autumn.

Happy Weekend! xx
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