Remember how I used to always go to the downtown post office on Tax Night and watch all the people scurrying? I haven’t done it for a couple of years. However, my neighborhood post office was hopping in the middle of the day today, so I got my people watching fix there.
Thoughts of the events in Boston have weighed on me as they have many people today. I only watched a little of the news. It’s too much. Each year I seem to quote T.S. Eliot’s first line of The Wasteland, “April is the cruellest month.” And each year April seems to provide another reason to feel that way.
Maybe today’s theme was the right one. I took my camera out and was drawn to a place I used to know well–from a distance. I spent many hours sitting on the window-seat in a hospital room staring down at the rose gardens of the Houston Garden Center in Hermann Park. I’d never actually visited it until today. I went there alone, to sit and reflect and draw strength from nature. I know that it will become a place I’ll go to often now that I’ve experienced its beauty and serenity.
I found a reminder of an old teacher there.
“I have nothing new to teach the world.
Truth and Non-violence are as old as the hills.”
Mahatma Gandhi
Namaste.
Prompt from FMS Photo A Day.
I’m glad you found your peace.
I really liked this quote I found –
As defined by Mahatma Gandhi: In India when people meet and part they often say, Namaste’ which means: “I honor the place within you where the entire Universe resides; I honor the place within you of love, of light, of truth, of peace; I honor the place within you, where, when you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, there is only one of us.”