All Around Us.

bee at naramata

We don’t have to go far to find the treasure we are seeking.
There is beauty and goodness right where we are.
And only when we can see the beauty and goodness
that are close by can we recognize beauty and goodness
on our travels far and wide.

There are trees and flowers to enjoy, paintings and sculptures to admire;
most of all there are people who smile, play, and show kindness and gentleness.
They are all around us, to be recognized as free gifts to receive in gratitude.

Our temptation is to collect all the beauty and goodness
surrounding us as helpful information we can use for our projects.
But then we cannot enjoy it, and we soon find that
we need a vacation to restore ourselves.

Let’s try to see the beauty and goodness in front of us
before we go elsewhere to look for it.

by: Henri Nouwen

Possibility of amusing juxtaposition

Charles Dickens uses the technique of juxtaposition in the opening line of his novel “A Tales of Two Cities”:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,
we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,
we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way…”

Unlike Charles, I will be using mostly humans to compare them with something and this brain will see the far side of life.

The Egyptians had grandiose idea of building spectacular pyramids.  I envisioned that they are gigantic in order to create such monumental edifice.
Pyramid Stone

Have bag will travel the Camino Way.  This lady definitely will fit into this bag.
camino back pack

There was the bear necessities exposition in France below the Eiffel Tower.  These are Canadian Bears.  Can you tell which the live one is?
the bears

Blue Moon and the Rising Sun.  Partial eclipse.
sun and moon

Dying, dying, dead trees at the Dead Sea.  I get it, nothing grows here.
Dead sea

Just for fun, I am throwing in the jester position.
jester

Mind your Ps and Qs

Naramata Centre is a place to inspire people to make a difference in the world. 
We were the first group that arrived in Naramata and we planned it that way.  Soon after, people will start flowing in for the summer.  Ah, peace and quiet. 
Not quite. 
I heard the call of the wild. It’s very haunting and eerie. 
Peacocks!  There are two of them roaming around the streets of the Centre. 
This is the first time I’ve seen Peacocks on the loose.  They are so tamed that they ignored me. 
Other than Peacocks, there were so many Quails as well.  They have a thing on their head bobbing as they scurry away just like Peacocks.  What a nervous little birds. 
Apparently, the call of the wild is a mating call for Peacocks.  Two male Peacocks, tails all fanned out going around and shouting at the top of their lungs “Aaaaahhh, Aaaaahhh, Aaaaahhh,” 
These calls, after a while became noise to me especially when it woke me up early in the morning.  
Where are the females? 
Well, the seniors in the Centre decided to get rid of the female because they don’t want to see any “rag rats” running wild. 
I think that is so cruel for the male Peacocks. 
The male Quails have their females and little ones.  Peacocks are entitled to the same thing. 
Should the dwellers of Naramata keep this up, I could see a new species of Peacocks. 
A new breed:  Quails running around with long tails
Peacock tailed Quail

Peacock tailed Quail

 or maybe with Peacock’s head with Quails body. 
Quail with Peacock head

Quail with Peacock head

Imagine that! 
To the Naramata residents:  Please mind your Ps and Qs.
 
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 courageous 
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Naramata 2013 ~ Okanagan Lake

Naramata 2013 ~ Okanagan Lake
 Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.  ~~ Diane Ackerman

Naramata – God’s Country

During the last 1980’s, riding the car with no boys but female bonding was the in thing.  Tripping around is a trip from place to place; pure adrenalin devoid of drugs, sex and rock and roll.  Should there be marijuana, it’s all for recreation use only; let’s smoke a “J” is what we said.  Destination: Naramata, British Columbia, Canada. 
Janet, a friend with Russian family in the country side wanted to visit them.  I have car, why not.  Those were the times of footloose period from Brian Adams to Bruce Springsteen.  We visited the Russian Doukhobors and Freedomites.  Can’t really tell which one is which for all I know they are human being just like me.  Being introduced to Babushka who are so hospitable and all we did was eat their Borscht.  This was my initiation to a Russian family.  Lovely people.
Picture courtesy of Naramata's office site.

Picture courtesy of Naramata’s office site.

The best part is Naramata.  We stayed in a cabin of Janet’s cousin, in the middle of an orchard, on top of the mountain, overlooking the Okanagan Lake.  The air is so pure and intoxicating.  Smell of lavender, cherry blossoms and apples blossoms permeate the atmosphere. 
But I was dog tired from driving around that day.  Hit the sack, lights out and nothing, literally nothing could wake me up the following day.   
In a deep slumber, I can smell a different aroma all too familiar that tops the natural sweet scent of Naramata.  JAVA… java… java… Ah, definitely, I am in heaven.  Starbucks was not in the picture then.  The smell is so close to my nose and I heard this dulcet voice calling me over and over again “P-e-r-p-e-t-u-a”.   I must have responded “Yes, Lord, here I am.”  
I opened my eye, Janet holding a pot of coffee at my bedside.  Now that’s what I call heavenly delight.  JAVA and Naramata: God’s country.  
Naramata, here I come. 
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