reeds.

Today.

Found a tiny white piece of petrified driftwood with lines like a topographical map of a mountainous country.



Watched small birds and hang-gliders overhead.



Looked hard into the deep blue roof of the sky.



Lay in a clearing amongst salt reeds next to the lagoon.



Warmed my bones in the rich afternoon sun.



Read wise words from a peaceful tea-drinker:


If I live without mindfulness, in forgetfulness, I am, as Albert Camus says in his novel The Stranger, living "like a dead person." How many of us live like this! The first thing we have to do is return to life, to wake up and be mindful of each thing we do. Are we aware when we are eating, drinking, sitting in meditation? Or are we wasting our time, living in forgetfulness?

To begin to be aware of what we are doing, saying and thinking is to begin to resist the invasion by our surroundings and by all of our wrong perceptions. When the lamp of awareness is lit, our whole being lights up, and each passing thought and emotion is also lit up. Self confidence is reestablished, the shadows of illusion no longer overwhelm us, and our concentration develops to its fullest. We wash our hands, dress, perform everyday actions as before, but now we are aware of our actions, words and thoughts.

---- Thich Nhat Hanh.

(all original photos. I had fun playing around with diptych combinations. please credit if using x)