July 12

She is best mother in the world and father is best at tinkering around and provides a strong image in my mind.
But her sweet heart and smiles win me over and over. This never ceases because her presence is intense as ever.

Since I became aware of this world, my mother was there waiting with her beautiful smile. I love her dearly. I cannot explain her abundance love.

Mom fosters that we live rich through experiencing the actions. Siblings were given horses, snowmobiles, dirt bikes, ATV, go kart. From there we explored the world farther than our sixty acres farm. We made friends outside the farm and needless to say that we definitely learned a lot from this World.

Mom hardly says no, but sometimes No comes with conditional. These conditionals I learned to respect. Unconditionally she always is there for me through my angel moments wild times, and discouraged times.

I love her so. I hope to model after her and her nurturing heart. For one day I will be a grandmother.
I am very grateful that she is still here for me and others. I need her more ever.

I thank you, mom for being my mother. I am very fortunate daughter in the whole world.
I want to say happy 80^th. I look forward to more times with you.

Happy Birthday, mom!

Mt. Vernon

"A true leader has the confidence to stand alone, the courage to make 
 tough decisions, and the compassion to listen to the needs of others. 
 He does not set out to be a leader, but becomes one by the quality of his 
 actions and the integrity of his intent."

I took LOT of pictures. Few selection here. 
I LOVE old trees and buildings. 
I aim to transfer them to watercolor painting later.











I can't help it. I love Gravelly Point!


Sunset wrapped up the day nicely.

Beautiful analogy

Kahlil Gibran,“The Prophet”

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

for they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,

but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The Archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,

and bends you with might that the arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the Archer’s hand be for gladness.

I was given a book, “The Prophet" from a dear friend. I read some pages and found them fascinating. Unfortunately the school diverted my attention for several years. I have this book somewhere stored away. I came upon this poem from Internet and feel compelled to share with you.

Anyway, this touches my heart me significantly because I always fret about my son. He seems to be pulled away from me farther as he gets older. This poem helps me to realize that every child isn't owned by parent(s) forever.

I’m learning to let him go. Truth be told, I am bursting with pride of him. He accomplished far more than I ever imagined.

 If you had an opportunity to watch a DVD or VHS tape, "Treasure", the compact of 11 poems by Deaf poet Ella Mae Lentz. A section of poem- “To a Hearing Mother". It’s about power struggle between Deaf community and a deaf child of a hearing mother. That is an analogy to a deaf mother of a hearing son (my son & I).

My interpretation , though it is still under construction...

 
I grip a bow with joyfully and set an arrow ready, and aim up in the blue sky.

My eyes see afar eternally with satisfaction.

Let go of my tender hand.

Watching arrow soars in the sky jubilantly and free till my eyes can see it no more.

Blue sky is always there but not the arrow.

Angels paint the sky with sparkling glee blue and puffin’ with clouds.

Sporadically hurl back with loving messages through the rolling storms.

My smiling heart swells with love and triumphant forever.

Oh my heart!

Talk about Let him go…

"Kids in Grey"

In case you wonder about the old picture to your upper left column.

It was me with my brother in an old version of "Men in Black".

Gee we were orginial.

One of the kind!

Damned moviemakers.

Gaithersburgian

Eh, Gaithersburgian, only temporarily.

I explored this area. I like west of 270 toward Potomac river- more nature, wildlife, farms...  I saw upscaled horse farms with training pens, jumpings and dressages. I long for a horse farm again and to ride horses, too

Seeing these rolling lands, forest and rivers send natural euphoria to my mind & body. Born, raised, married and divorced on the farm. Open spaces, animals and big sky remain in my heart forever.

*sighs*

Here I am living in bustling, smelly, and eye distraction place. I am doing this for experience. One day I will be outta of DCMDVA.

Some day... yea.