We tackled the same trail as the last week’s long run, but a bit farther. The hills seemed to have grown steeper, however. That’s the ONLY explanation why my pace was so slow! 🙂
I often recite this poem by Mark Strand when I feel tired, close to the end. I have my own reasons for running. What is yours?
Keeping Things Whole (by Mark Strand)
In a field
I am the absence
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.
We all have reasons
to keep things whole.
A dog shelter in Palestine? No such thing, especially since most Arabs do not like dogs for one reason or another.
That’s what I thought, until today, when we ran across a place while slightly lost. It’s the first and the only dog shelter in the whole country. It is an amazingly clean joint, with dogs well taken care of.
Their FB page:
Shot some pictures for a school outing/party today. This one was my favorite, seeing the light paint with shadows. We often try out best to avoid the darkness. Instead, we need to embrace it. Light then becomes more beautiful, more radiant, more powerful.
When we were kids, our imagination had no rules. It was free. It was boundless.
As we grow older, however, we clamp it down. It becomes sluggish, then rigid. It gets overshadowed by ‘real’ responsibilities.
I tell my students to see beyond the noise, painting their minds with light, rediscovering beauty that surrounds us all, that they don’t have to travel far and beyond.
This week’s assignment was to think like a child, to see a shape that looks like an animal. This student captured a cloud that looks like our school mascot, JSB Tiger. The cloud up there the whole time, but he is probably the only one who has seen it. Good job, Bashar!
A couple of our hens started producing eggs last week. It’s quite ironic that the white one lays light tan eggs; the light tan hen, white eggs.
No matter what the color, it’s pretty hard to beat free range organic chicken eggs for natural rich source of protein and vitamins.
The landlord of the school property used have four puppies, but they all died of some horrible disease. A few months later, however, 4 more puppies strayed into his yard from somewhere.
They remind me of my first dog.
I grew up in Korea with four sisters.
We had a dog named Happy.
It was customary at the time, to give dogs English names.
Happy was very happy when she had five puppies; four white females,one black male.
Naturally, the black one was mine. I named him Puppy.
All puppies and Happy were very happy, until one cold rainy day.
All puppies, other than Puppy, drowned.
Happy was no longer happy. She stopped eating afterwards. She then died,probably of a broken heart.
Puppy grew, but wild.
He growled, barked and bit.
We loved him, but it wasn’t enough.
He was put down.
We trained our chickens to go up to the coop on the first day by showing them how to walk up the steps. They got a hang of it after a couple of nights. This is the ritual they go through every evening.
On a technical note, it was getting dim, so I cranked up the ISO to 800, set the shutter speed at 1/50 in a shutter priority mode. It turned out like it was taken at daylight!
A basketball game at Bethlehem. This is one of the nicest courts in whole Palestine.
Built many generations ago, this is pretty much the last taboon clay oven (arabic: طابون) in Bethlehem. Its fuel source – dried livestock dung! Almost too-hot-to-handle bread right out of the oven, dabbed with a bit of homemade goat milk butter, is heavenly!
A baby sparrow dropped down right in front of me, probably trying out its wings for the first time, but not successfully.
It will fly soon enough, because it has perfect faith; faith with developing wings.
“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” (Matthew 10:29-31)