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“We may think we are nurturing our garden, but of course it's our garden that is really nurturing us.”
~Jenny Uglow~
"No machine can replace the human spark of spirit, compassion, love, and understanding."
Louis. V. Gerstner Jr
An image of my daughter's hands. She is holding some compost. Within the compost is an aquilegia shoot that I dug up from our garden. My daughter is always happy to pose for me, even if the idea seems a little strange.
I need to honor my mother yet again.
Day after day she is taking care of my fathers every needs, forgetting her own pain and her own medical issues. Ive seen her keep that stiff upper lip and yet I know the fear that she is going through - we are all going through that right now not knowing what to expect with my fathers illness.
Mom got a phone call late last night that her best friend of 65 years ( a woman I call AUNT) was hit by a car. My Aunt is already in not so hot condition, and as she was crossing the street an elderly man hit her..2x..Its a miracle she is alive.
So today, I drove my mother to give even more of herself and comfort her best friend..
I guess the world works in mysterious ways. My mother continues to amaze me how she can put her own needs aside, but i know her, I know how she feels.
Being alone in Good Company is not Loneliness for Solitude nurtures Strength .... On Growing Self....
Quotes by Patricia Bechthold
PATIENCE
Steer the ship as you will, if the rocks are for you, find them you will. And when the sun shines brightest, into an ordinary day, the storm will come, and sweep you away.
No place to run, nowhere to hide, the ghost is in you. And the dream, the dream that you held, the one that kept you afloat, is dashed on the rocks. It leaks love and it's lemon drips drops.
Over and over, the cycle repeats, the same dream, themes, like a life of endless repeats. The message is clear, but falls on deaf ears. For the cage that was built, is lovely and sweet.
You have sailed, set forth, fought, but each time you die, you always survive. The clock ticks, but who notices time. What is this reason and rhyme.
Running, falling, climbing, basking in glory, failure or success, it's never enough. Love seeps under the door, I watch it go by. I know it's name, it's written in shame.
I am not what I love, I am tied to the chair. The room is filled with the empty of plenty, paid for with sweat, tears and the blood of my fears.
Then you walk in the door . . . . . . .
From ""The Book That Dreams"
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"By my intimacy with nature I find myself withdrawn from man. My interest in the sun and the moon, in the morning and the evening, compels me to solitude." -Henry David Thoreau
My social battery is always at 0%. I never feel a pull to be with others (Mike as the sole exception) and I crave solitude like I do certain foods. To be surrounded by nature with no human sounds other than my own breathing is my kind of heaven.
Notebook from Cognitive Surplus, bandana from REI.
Nurturing.
They can be seen at any waterway and they are easily identifiable by their distinct colouring which is predominately black and purple-blue coloured plumage that features across its breast belly and neck. It also has a white undertail.
Its common name is the Purple Swamphen (Porphyrio porphyrio) and it is a native Australian bird that inhabits freshwater streams, marshes and wetlands.
Breeding season for the Swamphen is between July to December and they often breed in solitary pairs nesting in trampled reeds which are lined with softer vegetation.
Their chicks are a fluffy black ball and they appear awkward with their long legs and a crown of reddish brown colouration.
This female was nurturing her young in the reeds on the shoreline of Springs Lake.
Spring Farm, New South Wales, Australia.
* In EXPLORE! *
Redmond, WA
Image made by my Minolta Maxxum 7000 with 50mm f/1.7 lens and with Kodak Gold 200 film. Scanned on Plustek 8200i #filmisalive
A Hmong woman breastfeeding her baby at an outdoor market near the Vietnam-China border. What I find really amazing about this shot is the fact that when we asked to take her portrait, she continued breastfeeding her baby without missing a beat. There was no self consciousness, no sense of embarrassment, no attempt to hide or be ashamed about the act of breastfeeding. She was watching over her vegetable stall while openly breastfeeding in front of hundreds of people who were milling about at this outdoor market.
As a physician I think this is exactly how it should be. Breastfeeding should be as natural as breathing, eating, walking, and talking. It is a fact of life, and that is how we should deal with it as a society. No one needs to be offended, and no one needs to hide the fact that they are doing what has been done since our human ancestors first walked the earth. I love the amazing color contrast between her golden yellow outfit and that blue parasol by the way. I couldn't have arranged this scene any better even if I wanted to. Sometimes reality is better than fiction.
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In the gentle embrace of her form, the essence of a nurturing soul unfolds, radiating both power and softness. The expectant mother stands enveloped by a symphony of notes, her silhouette graced by the blessing of life. Each musical echo in the room becomes a testament to the harmonious dance between strength and tenderness, as she lovingly anticipates the miraculous gift within, feeling truly blessed.
Mother Giraffe nurturing her calf. This is a commission piece I built late last year. Hope you like it.
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In the aftermath of the devastating bushfires that engulfed much of Australia in 2019-20 it became evident that our symbolic fauna favourite the Koala was almost decimated.
Large colonies were wiped out and it is estimated that they may never fully recover and face extinction.
Fortunately this mother and child were bred in captivity as part of a breeding program initiated at the Billabong Zoo.
The program even allows for the public to sponsor a Koala and in doing so will ensure their longevity.
Billabong Zoo, Port Macquarie, New South Wales, Australia.
Oh I do so love agapanthus at this time of year. My bridal bouquet was made of white aggies. Many years ago. I love this part of the flower when it just seems to burst out of its little protective coat.
Hope you have had a good Tuesday. We have had a sweltering day with rumblings at the end of the day and a sprinkling of rain. We need a good shower.
[139/365] "As our bodies live upon the earth and find sustenance in the fruits which it produces, so our minds feed on the same truths as the intelligible and immutable substance of the divine Word contains." - Nicolas Malebranche
And now I'm back with planting again. This will be the last part of the "Nature and nurture" sub-series of the "Nature Trees" series. For this part it's "Nature and nurture, two of two" a.k.a. "Splash and Droplets Fail!" haha. I should be quick in pre-setting my camera next time..
View sub-series full text in this link.
Last week I was able to witness this special moment....one of my favorite bears nursing her cubs. Even though I've spent each summer for the last 8 years with these bears, I've never seen this before.
Collection of Lincoln Library, Springfield (Best of Show Award)
Medium - inks and gouache
This is one of my best memories of Uganda.
For an entire day, I excused myself from the group and went alone...just a translator and me. I got observe village life outside the context of ministry...got the opportunity to sit with people, talk with them about their lives, and ask questions about their trade and craft.
This young mother was captivating. To me, she represents the heavy load born by the tireless Ugandan women. They build the houses, gather the supplies, hand launder everything, carry the water, tend the gardens, cook the food and raise the children.
This is my tribute to them. They truly are the nurturers of Uganda's future.
Nurture is by Gary Boulton at Beaulieu Estate Sculpture Exhibition. The sculpture is made from stainless steel and weighs 80kg.
From Gary's page:
Nurture depicts the bond between parent and child. The sculpture stands at 163cm high and is made from stainless steel. The bodies are formed from individual hammered stainless steel plates welded together and polished, whilst the heads are created using stainless steel washers and welded into human form.
My young grandson 'Noah' can't start them too young introducing them to the wonderful world of nature around them. I guess the butterfly thought him as sweet as I do! Happy Wing Wednesday to you all. ;0)
Western Lowland Gorilla mother and her baby displaying instinctive nurturing and protective behavior.
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*Western Lowland Gorilla
POPULATION Unknown
EXTINCTION RISK
Critically Endangered
I don't know how easy it is to exist in a small apartment but at least something akin to a wood is not far away.
I was drawn by the deep bond between this mum and her joey as they nuzzled and shared hugs for tens of minutes on the beach . I eventually left them to it, but have never seen such an intimate pair of kangaroo. She was so calm and nurturing , and seemed to be a very experienced mother.