I’m thinking about the stuff I want in my life…laughter is a huge one.

Here’s a quote from Geri Larkin’s book, Close to the Ground.

“When we laugh we’re happy…It’s impossible to be anything but happy when we are in the throes of a good belly laugh. In this place is the end of suffering.”

This text is in this image I created this morning.

Keep laughing everyone!!



A while ago, we went to an orchid show and I bought a miniature lotus. I’ve always wanted a lotus because of the symbolism used in Buddhism. The beautiful lotus grows in murky muddy water…a reminder of the possibilities. And the lotus is just stunning.

The miniature lotus grows in a water bowl about two feet in diameter and two feet deep. It needs full sun to bloom and a pretty long day. So this one bloomed just after the Spring Equinox. It blooms about a month after you notice a tiny bud coming up and only lasts a day. I go crazy with my iPhone when it’s blooming.

“No Mud, No Lotus.” Thich Nhat Hahn


This version is edited in a Beta version of Affinity on my laptop. I like the coolness of the image.


This one was edited in Camera+, my favorite iPhone camera app. I use it to shoot almost everything. Painted in Waterlogue

This is the same image using Waterlogue on the iPhone for the watercolor painting effect. 


This one is a view peering into the flower. The pod grows into a shower head. I’ll post a photo when it’s ready.

This day started badly for me…disappointment with the way a meeting went with a group I cherish. Apprehension about facing a much loved family member with fear. With the help of friends and space, things can turn around. I found this poem by Thomas Merton on the On Being blog .

“There are days when I am convinced that Heaven starts already, now, in this ordinary life, just as it is, in all its incompleteness, yet, this is where Heaven starts. See within yourself, if you can find it.
I walked through the field in front of the house, lots of swallows flying, everywhere! Some very near me. It was magical.
We are already one, yet we know it not.”

~Thomas Merton (via crashinglybeautiful)

Photo from above Hilo. I love flying above Hilo.

ParisPlumVillage-6455I spent the first week in May on a photo shoot in Paris. It was a fabulous program ending with an event at the Musee D’Orsay. Being around those Renoirs in person meant a lot to me!

My friend, Hnoi and I planned to visit Plum Village, Thich Naht Hanh’s monastery in France. We talked about it when we were on a program together in New York and somehow made our plans happen. She’s a chef, originally from Thailand and manages a restaurant in Puerto Vallarta called Daiquiri Dick’s. We’ve worked together on the same program in many parts of the world for years. Our love for food and fun is shared so we knew we would make great traveling companions. I was afraid of leaving the dogs for so long, but Kris was going to be checking in at home and a good friend from high school was going to spend a month taking care of Murphy and Maddy.

Plum Village has a week long program for visitors – from Friday to Friday. You can stay longer, but if you don’t follow their arrive/depart on Friday schedule, you need to find your own transportation from the train station at Sainte Foy La Grande to Plum Village.

The program we were working on ended on Tuesday so we were able to spend three leisurely days walking around Paris. Hnoi stayed with friends in Paris and I stayed in a small hotel in Montparnasse. We met every morning for café and croissants before beginning our exploration. It was great…we had no plans and we just wandered following our noses. We visited shops, cafés, whatever…mostly on foot and sometimes on the subway. One of our discoveries was the Montparnasse Cemetery where there were beautiful flowering trees and a slew of famous people laid to rest there. Man Ray, great photographer in the 20’s, is buried there.

Montparnasses Cemetary

Georges Francois was one of our favorite places. Stepping into this wonderful florist was like a trip back in time. It looks like a setting from long ago, but the fresh flowers everywhere made it apparent that this was not so. Everything was placed with great care…vintage mirrors, vases and bottles among the roses and hydrangea. We spoke with the ower who told us that the previous owner is a famous floral designer who still teaches classes. I looked up the place on the internet to learn more about Georges Francois( Two days later, I saw him in the front of the shop. Like a rock star groupie, I ran up to him and told him how much I loved his shop. He seemed pleased and willingly let us photograph him.
Georges Francois
Another wonderful find was a restaurant called Qualité Restaurant near the Sorbonne. It looked like a deli, but it was a restaurant and wine bar – the food and wine were fabulous. I’m not even sure what made us go in to check the place out…Hnoi and I have good noses. The dishes were simple and inventive and delicious. I’m having a difficult time describing them and giving them the credit they deserve…like a filet of fish with skin on on a pea purée. See what I mean – hard to describe? But it was delish!

On Friday morning we headed for the train station near my hotel. We travelled lightly…each with just a small rolling bag. The scenery was beautiful…many farms, green pasture, yellow flowering mustard, and adorable farm homes.

The nuns met us in a van at the Sainte Foy La Grande train station. They were so welcoming and brought some pastries to share. Smooth paved roads took us through farmland. Beautiful green fields with splashes of red orange – poppy season was beginning. The ride was around 40 minutes to Plum Village New Hamlet through the countryside was lovely in muted shades.

The hamlet was a compound of old stone buildings. Our simple room on the second floor had a little window that overlooked a courtyard. The room was furnished with two twin beds that were thick mats on wooden frames and a small shelf.

We meditated each morning, had a work practice session, walking meditation and and evening meditation. I had a picture of Plum Village with Thay (Thich Naht Hanh) walking…holding hands with children…followed by nuns and lay practitioners. He was away this week, but his presence is strongly felt. Walking meditation is slow and silent. It is so beautiful to remember to notice all the things wonderful things you forget to notice in your busy life. This week was the perfect thing for me.

Food there was fabulous. It was white asparagus season and bamboo shoots were also in abundance. The neighbor gave the nuns asparagus and they harvested bamboo shoots from the property. I never knew that vegan food could be so delicious.


There were a few other visitors staying in New Hamlet – Peter and Corradina, Lukasz and Aneta, Noortje, Rachel, Beatrice, Jude and Teresa. We got to know each other – we dined together, walked together, meditated together, and talked. In the short week that we were there we bonded in a very deep way.

Living with the nuns and our new friends, practicing joy and gratitude made being here a profound experience. They showed us kindness, patience and love. In the short week, we learned to slow down and notice. I am so grateful for the friends I made and for all I learned.

Here’s a link to my Flickr gallery:
I took all the photos with my iPhone 5.


She’s also known as Kwan Yin or Guanyin (Chinese) and Avalokitesvara (Sanskit). In Japanese, she is Kanzeon.

This is my selection for the Photo-Heart Connection for July. I photographed her with my iPhone at the end of a five day meditation. Her presence in the room I was in was a source of encouragement…she who hears the cries of the world, indeed. Meditation is hard work and my hip and back were crying.

I don’t remember what app I used to process this image, but it worked and I was very happy with the results. Color and texture work perfectly here.

This is my first Photo-Heart Connection selection. I follow Kat Sloma’s blog and really enjoy her creativity and generous spirit. You select one photo that has a strong photo-heart connection each month to share. I think it’s a great practice to go through your images and sort-of check in with yourself. The photos I take with my iPhone serve as a photo journal. I have them sorted on my hard drive in chronological order so it really gives me a feeling for where I was in heart and place at different times.