Sunday Stills – a Path Less Taken

Our Sunday Stills prompt this week is “path.” Ahhh there’s a prompt I can really sink my toes into. I’ve traveled many, many, many paths. City streets to muddy back country trails and all have been marvelous.

A rainy day at market in Osaka, Japan. The golden statue is “Billiken” the god of Things as They Ought to Be.

Back country wilderness trail at Kolob Canyon, Utah

“There are many trails in this life, but the one that matters most, few men are able to walk … even Comanche men. It is the trail of a true human being. I think you are on this trail. It is a good thing for me to see. It is good for my heart.”
Michael Blake – Dances with Wolves

Trails at the Grand Canyon

“Just because my path is different doesn’t mean I’m lost.” Then again…
– Gerard Abrams

Up the trail in La Plata mountains, Colorado

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
— Robert Frost

Path to the main temple at Honen-in Kyoto, Japan

“All that is gold does not glitter.
Not all who wander are lost.
The eld that strong does not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
J.R.R. Tolkein

This wandering walkabout was inspired by Terri’s Sunday Stills Challenge.

Til next time ~Take the back roads ~JP

Sunday Sage – The Touch of a Hand

tiny yellow violas in an old weathered hand (yep it’s mine)

For Writer’s Quote Wednesday #42, my favorite quote about the sense of touch:

“There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands.

“It comes from our very earliest memories, when we all come into the world blinded by light and color, deafened by riotous sound, flailing in a suddenly cavernous space without any way of orienting ourselves, shuddering with cold, emptied with hunger, and justifiably frightened and confused. And what changes that first horror, that original state of terror?

“The touch of another person’s hands.

“Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else’s hand can ease pain and make things better.

“That’s power. That’s power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists.”

Jim Butcher – Skin Game

Til next time ~Stay calm and read urban fantasy ~JP

Some Farcical Aquatic Ceremony

Lady in the Pond – Ohio Renaissance Faire

Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.” ~Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Iron Throne – Ohio Renaissance Faire

The Iron Throne will go to the man with the strength to seize it.” ~ R.R. Martin

This post inspired by Marsha’s PPAC #66

Til next time ~Take time to watch the leaves turn ~JP

Silent Sunday – Food Glorious Food

Farmers Market Haul

Eat food. Not too much. Mostly Plants ~Michael Pollan

Breakfast at my house.

I’m just a girl staring at a bowl of bran flakes and fruit, and asking it to be a giant blueberry muffin and vente pumpkin spice latte. ~Me on Monday

This post inspired by Marsha’s WQW # 34 healthy eating

Til next time remember ~Eating sh*t when you feel like sh*t will only make you feel sh***ier. ~Unknown

Til next time ~Pass the pumpkin pie spice ~JP