Window of Opportunity


Healing Buddha sits by my window, smelling the incense in an abalone, guarding our Sunday morning peace. After all, there is nothing to do, and no place to go, he says. Just chill.

This month I’m taking a photo a day and following the topics of Susannah Conway’s August Break 2014. And why don’t you join me? I double-dog dare you!

Photo Friday: Minimalist Watering

This can is older than dirt. I don’t remember a purchase date, or even the decade. It has always been. With a hint of rust and a few old dings, the vessel stands ready to hold more than hope and a little bit of fertilizer.

Its delicate rose won’t allow any torrents to wash away the weak. The capacity is big enough to build muscles. A long time ago, the handle cover disintegrated so that its wire can callous my hand into remembrance during the dormant winter months.

Instead of kinky soakers or a temperamental sprinkler, I get my “zen” on with this trusty piece of galvanized dependability. Every day I practice carrying water to the outer regions of my lot in life.

Where no hose can reach.