sagebrush

right now no books. just matches and candle for light at night.

Lunatic The rise and fall of an American asylum I just visited the Trans Allegheny Lunatic Asylum in West Virginia. Creepy. The building itself is the largest hand cut stone building in Western Hemisphere. I am reading the book now. It spans 150 years and goes as far back as Abe Lincoln time-so for me it is a real history lesson... My son and I took a walk through the asylum-sections were preserved like a museum. We did not take the offered tour-because it is not my thing...we saw plenty walking most of the first floor. A room had shackles so as to lock down in an x shape someone standing.binding the wrists and ankles. A long crib like cage where they would rock people to get them calm after raising it off the floor. Electrocution looking like chairs for some kind of shock therapy. Lobotomies were performed there as well. Framed straight jackets blown up newspaper article of escaped patients/convicts. They had in one room flags with quotes on them from staff or former patients. I took a photo of a few of these. My favorite: Well, see they would glance over at me, but no, I would just watch them and just dream about who they were And I kept thinking, "well I'm the king of this castle, here you know." "this is my home, you know. Come on in. I'll show you around." Fascinating but brutally sad some stories.

this is one of those topics that almost has me red in the face..... back in the day of childhood- we would chant "the smeller is the feller(fellow)" that is on a fun note! the olfactory ability/or not is a strange one. I can't personally deal with perfume. or manufactured smells but I think what you may be intimating is much more intimate.:-) When you described the earthy scent-I have recall of a location in California in the foothill of the Sierra in a town called Springville. In Springtime, hiking the hills one would get heavy scent of fresh cilantro-although it was not cilantro. ok- purify, purify, purify...onward! and what have I entertained? a brief moment of a smell that is not what I consider me--- the nose knows.

Hello- Is it necessary that I ask permission to post a photo here at the Dao Bums? I have introduced myself recently and mentioned a picture of a lily pad. I am going to work at getting it posted this evening. I think it needs cropped smaller, but first making sure if new members have the go ahead to do so? My intention to do so is for creative outlet. thanks sagebrush

Well- Making a donation is applicable. I do not have a hosting website at the moment. you must be referring to something like flicker? ok thank you for the tip easy upload images, too.

using hotel wifi a few days ago the SQL page came up for me as I tried to read here. I

I was listening to the drone of cicadas for the last few days.natures soundtrack I thought it would be cool to make a recording of the cicada as I pick them up by their wings and remove them/throw them off my hair and shirt, then record the sound of frogs as they quickly jump into the pond when I walk around .....very similar. high pitch

damn I just watched first few minutes of Angela Farmer-the feminine unfolding.

travelling through dimension? be specific, please describe. yesterday mortal coil

remote access my computer?

are you reaching into tomorrow?

keep it logical? does that exclude emotional?

somethings about life do not feel ok. but with my camera and fresh air I was able to seize many wonderful images today that allow peace in my own heart. I wish I knew how to upload a few now in the cool pics section. many goals to be accomplished. I will describe the beauty and maybe you can try visualizing it. I was at a pond in a nearby cemetery. It is one of my new routes because I needed to begin to create a hobby other than accomplishing self hatred and depression. Anyway-took many lovely photos today. frogs, lily pads, the flower of the lily pad. Not sure if it is considered a lotus. but the one I savored the most is my last photo of the day.....it was a rolled up lily pad in the shape of a heart. IT could not get better than this. then the rain came making it all the more beautiful. I soon hope to post images.

I came home Friday and my view out my bedroom window has been half mowed. I have made a sign that I will post before Monday-when they may return to cut more of the hillside. The sign reads: can you please not trim @ the wild flowers? (enjoying the beauty) Thanks hoping that if they return on Monday-do not mow here. but something made me laugh hysterical. but it was not funny.

My sister just returned from Cambodia and LOVED it. She has been working in Al Ain for many years. As time permits she travels all over. She sent a voice recording of a man chanting in a temple-it was beautiful! It was in Angkor Wat Arc'Teryx backpack-highly recommend roll the mat and strap to the top

come hell or high water I post the pic tomorrow. asking my buddy tyler to assist to save frustration and angst. inside this murky pond I see a murky past, but at the same time harmony, but yet laughter at one lesson and frustration with another. try a poem with snakes Silent Lotus's wife's name-unscramble it and see if you don't have crazy going on along side an evening with olive oil the furled lily pad has a shadow shaped box underneath. and the edges of the pad are dabbed with faint yellow. just like the color of the flowers on the hillside that open and close each day and oddly enough at the backyard feeder is a male cardinal that has lost his feathers on its cap. might post it tomorrow I WILL need sacred text after this.

I have yet to anything from the gita. I will admit something funny though, and I mean this is light jest... at the pond I have been frequently as soon as I approach or circumnavigate the edges little frogs get scared and jump in and I just out of the moment said ribbu gita. Is there such thing? I will have to google it. seems like I heard that word before. I am in big trouble.

I am only bringing my finest.

beautiful. got the images uploaded today. not sure if I can get them here yet.