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What can be achieved if we work at it.

What can be achieved if we work at it.

Weeding the Garden.

Pauline at work.

Pauline at work.

Every problem is an opportunity for growth. Life is a problem if we think what is taught in the school room is all we need to know. Learning should extend beyond the classroom. We must think for our self and look for facts to substantiate what we are told. We need more than blind faith in others.

Jack plaing in the garden.

Jack playing in the garden.

Weeds grow and flourish with no assistance from the gardener. In the garden of our mind weeds can thrive if we are not aware and constantly weeding out the unwanted negative thoughts.

Zen Garden ,note the tree shadow on the rock.

Zen Garden ,note the tree shadow on the rock.

Plant instead seeds of love, hope, peace and contentment. They will grow and produce medicine that will cure hate and despair and calming the stress in our life. Grow strong by planting good wholesome seeds.

Worker in Zen garden.

Worker in Zen garden.

Focus your mind on good and feed good thoughts into your mind as everything you experience influences your mind either positively or negatively.

Zen green tranquillity.

Zen green tranquillity.

Distance yourself from the toxic poison, that is too plentiful, in the modern world.

Weeds are always trying to invade.

Weeds are always trying to invade.

In technical terms all the sensory perception you come in contact with affect the neural activity in your brain. Repeated experiences leave lasting changes in the brain. You could say repeated thoughts and actions form habits that can be beneficial or detrimental, depending on what you come in contact with.

Zigzagging bright contrast.

Zigzagging bright contrast.

 To find happiness, peace and contentment you need to plant good seeds in the garden of your mind and repeatedly weed out weeds that are overrunning and destroying your beautiful, peaceful garden.

A feast for the eyes.

A feast for the eyes.

The underlying cause of all life’s wonders and woes, man has created or destroyed, all the joy or pain can be traced to what man has planted in his brain, the garden of his mind.

A joy to behold.

A joy to behold.

Over centuries of history man has planted mostly weeds in the garden of his mind. The seeds of ignorance, fear, greed and hate flourished. Ignorance created gods, fear created submission to shaman, witch doctors and priests that claimed they could communicate with a god or the gods. Greed, hate and ignorance flourished under these conditions till the renaissance.

A star for perfection.

A star for perfection.

These mistakes must be put behind us. We should think for ourselves not blindly believing comments from witch doctors, spin doctors, or media rubbish.

Nourishment from the garden.

Nourishment from the garden.

A point I made in my post ‘Elvis Lives’ shows one way to calculate the truth. Occam’s Razor is another problem solving principal that can be explained this way, ‘assume that the most straight forward or simplest explanation is the most likely to be the truth.’ I believe looking at people’s past history and their motives for making a statement helps make a correct decision on the value of their words.

The love of a garden...

The love of a garden…

Try to avoid most of the unsavoury, think and act positive. One suggestion is watch the news but not every time the same dreadful news is repeated. My wish is by keeping actively weeding you garden you harvest an abundance of nutrious vegetables, fruit and the flowers bloom in splendour.

is a garden of love.

is a garden of love.

 

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Hidden Behind the Queensland rock orchid in  full flower.

Hidden Behind the Queensland rock orchid in full flower.

Finding your way.

Pauline almost hidden.

Pauline almost hidden.

 I made a little pathway, out of old recycled bricks, into the garden and built a little hideaway there out of materials from the tip, sheltered seat behind the shrubs and plants. Pauline painted a boarded with folk art pictures of flowers and the words “stop and rest and let the world catch up.”

"Don't at me look at Pauline's art work.

“Don’t look at me, look at Pauline’s art work.

It is our secluded place to hide away from the busy world, to be still and observe nature with all our senses. To study the plants, observe the small creatures and the details that busy people have no time to notice.

Take a seat relax, let the joy of life catch up to you.

Take a seat relax, let the joy of life catch up to you.

 A place to be still for a few moments till a hush descends upon us that fills all our being and leaves us calm and relaxed. There is nowhere to rush, we have arrived. To that place where there is no judgement, no good or bad, things are just as they are.

The words Pauline wrote remind me to slow down.

The words Pauline wrote remind me to slow down.

 Everything then comes together we are one with the Almighty that controls the universe. Everything is then one deep connection, there is no them and us we are one. We are then embraced in life, in appreciation of creation and harmony in the flow of nature.

Secluded seats are a feature of our garden.

Secluded seats are a feature of our garden.

 Quiet places are needed to still and calm the turbulent waters flooding our mind, an undisturbed hide away to control the wild thoughts that dampen joy. To quench the thirst of wanting and find calm and contentment.

Also seats to share company.

Also seats to share with company.

There are many paths to a tranquil place where peace and contentment can be found, not all made of demolition bricks. Your path may be different to mine. As long as it has a sound base made with love in your heart it will serve you well. And your destination will be a place of joy.

After the watering is finished.

After the watering is finished sit and admire the gem stone columns.

 Do not stray from your righteous path, walk it mindfully. A path must be walked in steady steps to reach the destination; there are no free rides in this world. There are only free gifts from nature but you will not experience them if you are in a hurry. Slow down enough to let the world catch up to you.

I made some blues friends to share my hideaway with.

I made some blues friends to share my hideaway with.

 

 

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All colours are beautiful.

All colours are beautiful.

We are one but we are many.

"Smile Sweetie you are on 'candid camera'. so are you baby."

“Smile Sweetie you are on ‘candid camera’. so are you baby.”

 The Canberra Floriade was a joy not only because of the flowers. The weather was perfectly  tempered warm sunshine. That made the flowers dazzlingly brilliant in a beautiful area by the lake. Everyone was in a friendly mood that match this spectacular free show.

Life is a picnic to enjoy.

Life is a picnic to enjoy.

There were people from many different lands all mixing friendly and happily. Australia is a multi-cultural land. I was reminded of the song ” We Are One But We Are Many”.

Their love shows.

Their love shows.

I took almost as many photos of people as flowers. Because I knew I would do a post showing how we are really all brothers and sisters.

They are bubbling with love.

They are bubbling with love.

We all enjoy  Natures beauty, we all feel the same joys and the same sorrows.

It is times like the Floriade that we forget our problem and unite in the appreciation of our good fortune.

I hope this post with my poem spreads the goodwill felt on this wonderful occasion.

A loving scene.

A loving scene.

 Consider, Consideration.

Beautiful flowers every to look at.

Beautiful flowers every to look at.

No one is bad for having a different view.

I do not want to change the world it is such a lovely place.

There is something we may want to change and that’s the human race.

Slow down life is not a race,

we all end up in the same place.

This was taken at the National War Museum.

This was taken at the National War Museum.

If I raise my voice in an angry shout,

Tell the people what it’s all about.

To argue fight protest and start a war.

These things have all been done before.

To let them be is a good decision.

There can be no war without division.

Slow down and enjoy.

Slow down and enjoy.

The whole cosmos is interconnected,

This is a thought to be reflected.

All that is needed is to love one another.

Then a wonderful world we discover.

In nature everything changes,

Nothing is lost it just rearranges.

Our body consists of atoms of matter,

When we die those atoms scatter.

Smiling beautifully.

Smiling beautifully.

Wasting time grieving about anger, envy and hate.

Enjoy this fleeting world before it is too late.

Unbiased living, loving, kind and caring.

Appreciate the world we are sharing.

Carried away with flowers.

Carried away with flowers.

Chew on these words of nourishment.

Changing ourselves should be our intent.

We cannot force other people to agree.

Show by your example for them to see.

A load of beautiful flowers.

A load of beautiful flowers.

With this understanding of life,

We are free from trouble and strife.

There is no problem in the world it is in us.

A change of attitude stops the fear and fuss.

Love is every where.

Love is everywhere.

Improve yourself every day.

To show the world a better way

If some are too ignorant to see.

It is their problem, do you agree?

If you know of a better way,

Please do not hesitate to say.

Enjoying life with out a care.

Enjoying life with out a care.

We must stay calm to hear another person’s views.

Be unemotional and put ourselves in the others shoes.

If we could stand in their position.

There would be a whole transition.

Our view would alter in perspective.

We would become more reflective.

He looks happy has he found contentment?

He looks happy has he found contentment?

We do not have to agree,

Only understand and see.

No one is bad for having a different view.

It becomes a problem when forced on you.

Love flowers every where.

Love flowers everywhere.

One must consider with an open mind.

Leaving judgemental prejudices behind.

Weigh up the facts then understand,

You are now right the world is grand.

Happy serving lunch a great attitude.

Happy serving lunch a great attitude.

Take time to consider and appreciate the other side of the equation.

Love, compassion and consideration are all that is needed as persuasion.

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Like sun beams.

Like sun beams.

 

How to think.

Looking for smile.

Looking for a smile.

I have to weed the garden. That is not how to think. Think in a positive way. You do not have to weed the garden, natures garden is growing nicely without my interference. You may think the garden needs some tender loving care, I need some exercise and fresh air.

 Unnoticed, but cows appreciate.

Unnoticed, but cows appreciate.

Do not see weeds, see flowers growing out-of-place. Take a thoughtful look at the Dandelion. It is a beautiful example of what some people dismiss as an invasive weed. Yet a child loves the yellow flowers to make a daisy chain and is delighted to blow the seed heads everywhere.

Look at me, please.

Look at me, please.

Time is not important to a child. The Dandelion clock is a child’s toy. A child picks the seed head, parachute ball, holds it close to the lips and puffs, saying one o’clock, this is a stubborn one, try again, two o’clock and some of the little parachutes float off on the breeze to distant fields. The child puffs again three o’clock and in this way joy is spread far and wide.

A little help from a friend.

A little help from a friend.

A lover may blow the seeds to carry a host of heart-felt wishes to a distant loved one. My wish is when you read this you recall those Dandelion days.

Spreading happiness.

Spreading happiness.

The Dandelion is a joy and grows all over the world. I read it is a native to Eurasia, botanical name Taraxacum, family Asteraceae, It has grown in Eurasia for thirty thousand years.

Mary Poppins using an umbrella I gave her.

Mary Poppins using an umbrella I gave her.

Why do some judgemental people call it a weed? They get all upset because they cannot go with the flow of nature. The right attitude is to not be so judgemental and appreciate all the free gifts of nature

Ball point on serviette, waiting for lunch in café.

Ball point on serviette, waiting for lunch in café.

I am not saying you should not have favourites and do some selective gardening. Only do not let it become a chore. I am not afraid of hard work; I could lie down beside it and go to sleep. Cultivated flowers are beautiful, still we should also appreciate the free gifts.

Escapees hiding in the wild clover.

Escapees hiding in the wild clover.

Be observant consider all the Dandelions attributes. Bright yellow flower heads with hundreds of florets, then those superbly designed seed heads are to be appreciated. The glorious green leaves.

Bees love me.

Bees love me.

Dandelion is a corruption of the French name Dent de Lion meaning Lions tooth. Dandelion lions are more than eye candy; they are a food full of vitamins and minerals. The ground up root makes a caffeine free coffee and their leaves are nourishing, they can be blanched to take away the sharp taste, and the flowers are used in wine.

A perfect design.

A perfect design.

What are your thoughts on Dandelions?

Van Gogh was sun flowers, I am crazy about Dandelions.

Van Gogh was Sun flowers, I am crazy about Dandelions.

Do you see them as invasive weeds?

Sorry I love them.

Sorry I love them.

There are many pleasures in this wonderful world, earthing out barefoot in a field of Dandelions, counting your blessings, making a thousand wishes and blowing those seeds of joy to the wind. To land on someone in need of kindness, these are real pleasure.

They blow me away, as trey say.

They blow me away, as they say.

We are shaped by our thoughts, we become as we think. When the mind is pure, joy flows like a mountain stream, bubbling with exuberant enthusiasm. Stress is not the heavy traffic, the barking dog or challenging work. Stress is our thoughts about them.

Two varieties are like Pauline and love to travel.

Two varieties are like Pauline and love to travel.

 Lisa these sketches are to show drawing is fun and can fill a few minutes of spare time. I thought they made this post appropriate for Time out for art. 

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On the bridge man emerges out we says good morning as we pass.

On the bridge a man emerges, we says good morning as we pass.

The Blues

Fitness out of the fog.

Fitness out of the fog.

I woke up with the blues the Robert Johnson blues. No sun-beams flooding through my window, it was cool and foggy out there. I knew exactly what to do, to sing is the thing. I popped out of bed like a Champaign cork with the bubbles of enthusiasm pushed me to Pauline’s door. “Come on Sweet Heart, out of the cot we got things to do, me and you!” She needed no prompting, she knew what great opportunities a foggy morning brought.

Professionals knows fogs are photo opportunities.

Professionals knows fogs are photo opportunities.

I could not keep her from the Burl Ives ‘Foggy foggy dew’.  On with our cloths and up up and away like Wonder Woman and Clark Kent, I am being mild-mannered and modest. Don’t get carried away, we took off in the car; I want this to be believable. We parked at the lake and took flight on foot. Two fast guns shooting all in sight, here are some of my trophies. To give you an idea of what Lake Burley Griffin, Canberra is like at seven, on a foggy morn. Pauline will show more in her blog and put more information.

Today is first day of Canberra’s Floriade day.

We return the sun now shines,

We return the sun now shines,

Christen and Spencer are visiting us to see this spectacular flower display.  After breakfast it was back to the lake but by now parking was limited but Pauline had it all planed to we parked at the gallery and walked back across the bridge. I just go with the flow, wu wei, Pauline is the planer. I go with the flow and trust my luck, I got heaps of that.

At the gate our meeting place.

At the gate our meeting place.

Meet back here at the gate at 12.30 if we get separated Pauline suggested. I was back at the trysting place early and people watched for ten minutes and they were ten minutes early.

I suggested back in a taxi as we had already done a fair hike. Pauline had also taken the dog for its walk while I did the washing up and set the fire, ready for a match tonight. No taxis allowed into Floriade area well it was not in Pauline’s plan anyway. What happened to my luck well we needed the exercise. Here are some photos to give you glimpse of Floriade.

Entrance to the museum.

Entrance to the museum.

We went to the National Museum of Australia, as they have a choice menu and it is a fantastic monument  of architectural splendour. We savoured delectable dishes while gazing out the windows on to the lake, the fountain was now pumping and sail boats and ferry were out there enhancing the scenery.

Feasting the eyes while savouring lunch, this is true nourishment.

Feasting the eyes while savouring lunch, this is true nourishment.

Then explored this fair dinkum  Aussie museum .

With a couple of rest stops at the Revolving theatre with Aussie history and a lay-back relax in the there showing Aussie life style. My camera was clicking like a cricket hyped up on coke.  Get an eye full of this sample.

Next stop the Nishi building.

Next stop the Nishi building.

We drive to New Acton area for Cappuccino.

 We enjoyed the day, especially as we were with our friends. Back home they watched TV and chatted while I caught up with my blog friends, but get carried away with a You Tube video in Zeebra’s post. That got me tuned in on the Cajun swamp music and the Blues. All the old guys that I have enjoyed throughout the years, from our wild days, to now when the music still lifts us up and gets us revving.

 I was there with those blokes jamming, winding up with J. J. Cale till after midnight.  It was a real blues day, a blue skies day. With good friends who have travelled the world as show people, both musicians. Spencer actually jammed with Jagger when he was only a pebble not a big rolling stone.

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Australian Native Flowers.

Australian Native Flowers.

Plant Loving Kindness.

Canberra Botanical Gardens.

Canberra Botanical Gardens.

 Unaware of the silver bell chime a thought is born in my conscious mind.  Mary, why Mary, that is contrary, Mary Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow, silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row. This English nursery rhyme has had many things read into its origin. What was the hook that fished it up from the past, invading my ‘monkey mind’? That is a difficult question. I am supposed to be meditating, focusing on my breath.

Were you expecting Blue Bells.

Were you expecting Blue Bells.

If we are contrary our garden will not flourish in a profusion of Silver Bells, Blue bells or beautiful flowers. There will be a crop of weeds. I have lost concentration.

This Golden Wattle.

This Golden Wattle.

Mindful Mary always wary, how will her garden grow? She will cultivate and something great will eventuate.

I do not know what it is called but it is not Blue Bells.

I do not know what it is called but it is not Blue Bells.

Aware of what we are planting in the garden of our mind we cultivate a nourishing crop of sustenance. When seeds of weeds are allowed to invade our garden a tangled jungle grows. Then we are lost in the weeds of greed, impatience or anger.  Allowing these aggressive weeds to invade and pollute our mind spoils our contentment.

Tiny white flowers, who knows their name?

Tiny white flowers, who knows their name?

The brain holds every sensory perception from the cradle to the grave this formes the illusion of a self, an ego a driving force. Past memories shape our interpretation of all we encounter.  Our character is formed and things are seen in our individual unique way. What we perceive is never lost. It is filed in our memory store. It is our recall that is at fault. We cannot always find what we need in our memory.  Till the recall is triggered by a key like hook and eureka, there it is in our conscious mind like a silver bell.

So many beautiful flowers.

So many beautiful flowers.

A subliminal perception such as a smell, a sight, a touch or a sound can prompt a conscious thought. It could be a distant bell; it is difficult to tell, what prompts those thoughts that can distract our concentration. Those contrary thoughts that plague our mind like static on a radio. If we are aware of these foolish thoughts we will disregard them and keep our concentration focused.

Who knows them all?

Who knows them all?

Life is a never-ending stream of sensory input. What we focus on our mind absorbs and it can take root and grow. Try to plant positive, wholesome seeds in the garden of your mind. Scheming, evil thoughts grow if allowed to take root in the mind. Kind helpful caring thoughts one day germinate into beneficial fruit.

There a 177 different known varieties of Bancsia.

There a 177 different known varieties of Banksia.

Be aware of the sensory input in your surroundings. They affect your thoughts and recurring thoughts become habits. Aware of our thoughts we can control our emotions. When we are aware of impatience arising, we will not allow it to turn to unruly anger. The one who cannot control the flames of anger is the first to get burned. If we feel envy we know this will not do us any good. It is better to share the joy with the fortunate person. Getting your nourishment from a garden of loving kindness you grow strong and healthy.

How many unknown?

How many unknown?

I was distracted, no need for me to get emotional and give up. It is all good if I accept those thoughts and return to concentrating on my breath. Give in but never give up. Try even if you fail but never fail to try. Meditation is not a waste of time it clears the mind allowing it to concentrate in the midst of the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

Not only the banksia flowers are fantastic.

Not only the Banksia flowers are fantastic.

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ACT National Arboretum Canberra a Tribute to Nature.

Aboretum panorama 1.

Arboretum panorama 1.

These views show the immensity of this project it is far from established. Even at this stage it is well worth visiting. The work is still in progress for people and Mother Nature to complete the work. Nature is unmatched, by man’s hand and she cannot be rushed. I would like to see the forests when they are established in ten; twenty or thirty years (I will have to be lucky) The people who have dreamed up this whole project are  impressive artists in many fields. But like the poem by Joyce Kilmer.

Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

There are two exceptional sculptures and spectacular architecture.

 The sculpture is a tribute to Dorothea Mackellar and her poem, My Country. The start of this poem is appropriate to Pauline and I. To get a more comprehensive idea of the area and history hit this link to Pauline’s post. I am more interested in the sculpture and the tribute to Mother Nature.

Panorama made up of 3 photos by Pauline.

Panorama made up of 3 photos by Pauline.

The wide brown land sculpture that can be seen from many vantage points, the words are in Dorothea Mackellar’s hand writing. To me it is not a small achievement, it was a combined effort of skilled artist and craftsmen.  Imagine the marking out of the steel plates, the forming and welding the grinding and smoothing and the shifting into place.

 The Village Centre houses the Bonsai and Penjing collection and many other things of interest.

We walked into an established forest area and smelled barbeque cooking.  There was a man cooking at a powered barbeque and a lady. Click went my camera I like photos of people enjoying life.

I spoke to the man “I just took a photo of you and your lady she looked so at peace.”

“My wife is praying.”

“That’s nice I follow the Buddha’s path and meditate.”

“It is all good.” He replied.

“Enjoy. “were my parting word.

I thought what a nice couple appreciating nature in the peaceful forest, nature’s cathedral or mosque. As he said all is good. The wide brown land is a multinational land where people are generally accepting and respectful of each other’s customs and this enhances life with the different foods and a variety of dress.

Dorothea Mackellar was in London when she wrote the poem My Country. I often recalled the poem when I was working in New Zealand. New Zealand is a wonderful country but there is no place like home.

 

My Country.

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.

Of ordered woods and gardens

Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

Natures art.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die –
But then the grey clouds gather,

The Kiss.

The Kiss.

And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold –
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land –
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand –
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown countryArboretum JC
My homing thoughts will fly.

Dorothea Mackellar

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Freshly gathered eggs and fruit,

Freshly gathered eggs and fruit,

       Getting Our Nourishment.

One good turn deserves another.

One good turn deserves another.

House sitting on a two and a half-acre property at Malanda on the Atherton Tablelands Queensland. In the midst of so much beauty, with a veggie garden, fruit trees, Bantams and all the native creatures for four months was a pleasure. All that was expected of Pauline and I was to look after six cats. Just see the cats were fed, given some affection and were kept safe in doors. The cats had their outdoors enclosure and the run of a large house. So were safe happy and the birds outside were also safe.

Pauline and friends.

Pauline and friends.

Cats have a natural hunting instinct and can be a problem if left in the bush. People in their ignorance think it is kind to free unwanted cats into the bush but they either die or become feral and kill the native birds. Not these little sweeties we have fallen in love with them and everything here.

The bantams help me make a new garden.

The Bantams help me make a new garden.

This is not my usual type of post but I have enjoyed this experience and wanted to share it with you. Pauline is much better at this type of post she adds all kinds of historic information and travel tips as well as illustrating it with her well-chosen photos, so for more details hit the link to My Pomme pal. You will find it more interesting.

Beans , pumpkins , corn and watermelons in the new garden.

Beans , pumpkins , corn and watermelons in the new garden.

I hope you enjoy the photos of us getting our nourishment playing at gardening, Tablelands lifestyle. This is living a bit closer to nature, more in the flow, getting our nourishment in a leisurely way.

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The Joy of Gardening.

I intended illustrating this post with paintings but I am finding too many other priorities.

Pauline at the garden gate.

Pauline at the garden gate.

When seeds of caring love are planted in the garden of our mind and cultivated with acts of selfless kindness, we bloom like smiling flowers spreading happiness. Everyone is nourished from the harvest produced. The art of gardening is to understand you get out of a garden what you put into it. If seeds of right thoughts are planted a crop of right actions will follow.

Love shines above all.

Love shines above all.

Be aware if we feed on garbage dished up by profit driven sources. No lasting happiness is found, we grow crooked and stunted. A pure mind is fed on uplifting inspiring input that promotes wholesome thoughts, leading to good actions. You cannot paint a beautiful picture if you fill your mind with horror. Look for good examples to follow and practice drawing from life, as best you can, from good examples in the art.

The seeds are your choice.

The seeds are your choice.

The greedy are never fulfilled. To want for nothing is to have it all. The beauty is there for you to enjoy. Your possessions are your responsibilities needing care and attention. To horde possessions is not the way to happiness. Let the beauty stay free for all to enjoy draw from this example. Drawing from good examples you will benefit and your garden will be a place where the seeds of kindness flourish.

Tiny seeds of goodness.

Tiny seeds of goodness.

All gardens are beautiful, vegetables to nourish the body, flowers to bring beauty into your life; the garden of your mind is where love grows. No matter what type of garden you are working in plant only good seed. I have heard it said by many sources and in many ways, “As you sow so will you reap.” No matter what medium you use chose a good subject.

Growing better every day.

Growing better every day.

This is food for thought as our thoughts govern our whole outlook. Look for and appreciate all the free beauty nature’s garden offers. Draw from nature’s master work this is the way, we learn and become aware of how perfect the master’s art is. Every garden is nourished by mother earth. I am using the word master and mother but I am not referring to a dominant gender. The forces that control the universe are beyond our comprehension. So we have created our own ideas using our own language to explain what is beyond words.

With caring kindness good things grow.

With caring kindness good things grow.

Silence with meditation the static of your thoughts focusing on your breath. Become grounded in the peace in your mind this is where wisdom resides. Beyond the grasp of worldly things you are grounded in awareness. The calm consciousness sees clearly undisturbed by outside noise, conscious to see clearly without distraction from wanting the universe to conform to personal desires.  Everything is as it is impartially acting in accordance with the interdependent whole network of creation.

Let us do our best.

Let us do our best.

Everything is dependent on everything else and everything is in a state of change, nothing is stable. When this is understood we realize we stay in tune with this interdependent ever-changing flow, it brings peace and contentment. Pleasure and happiness are worldly things and like all else are subject to change. They cannot be held onto, like the sand in an hour-glass they slip away in time. After meditation on this we understand caring and sharing are the greatest pleasures.

Bean good.

Bean good.

Seeds of kindness planted and cultivate with love will yield a harvest of nourishment. Everyone benefits from a beautiful garden of love so make the effort to cultivate it, dig deep and work at it. Our body needs exercise, nourishment and rest when they are in balance it is perfect harmony. No longer a chore the exertion pumps endorphin to the brain and we are happy. A natural high induced without drugs.

Watering food for thought.

Watering food for thought.

GM seeds are not planted to feed the starving but to fill greedy pockets. I hope I have planted some wholesome seeds in the garden of your mind. After many failed crops I found a good variety of seed that did not need chemical fertilizers for good results. Nature provides everything to draw from but the artist’s attitude chooses the colours.

Good work brings great rewards.

Good work brings great rewards.

 

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