Solitary … day 46
Within our home, the setting sun…a time of gratitude and metta meditation
My people went to live elsewhere and I remained alone in my solitary home. I was tired of meditation and sent a poem to one who had not called on me for a long time.
Weeds grow before my gate
And my sleeves are wet with dew,
No one calls on me,
My tears are solitary–alas!
She was a nun and she sent an answer:
The weeds before a dwelling house
The Sarashina Diary, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan
May remind you of me!
Bushes bury the hut
Where lives the world-deserted one.
Amy (The World is a Book…) writes that because of “the lockdown, we are spending more time at home. But, hopefully this isn’t limiting our interest in photographing. This week, we invite you to share photos taken at home.”
above images created with a Nikon D750
setting sun: f/7.1 1/1250s 65mm 400 ISO
wind chime: f/5.6 1/15s 125mm 400 ISO
silhouette: f/5.6 1/3200 230mm 400 ISO
may all sentient beings slumber in peace: f/8 1/20s 25mm 400 ISO
a meditative journey 
Beautiful series for at home, Brenda. The last two sunlight captures are magical!
Thank you, Amy. ‘Magical” much needed today
Wonderful shots Brenda.
Thank you, Rupali. Great hearing from you.
Nice photos and poems. Well done.
Thank you, John…”well done” is nice to read
A lovely post demanding contemplation Brenda – I really loved your approach to this one. Terrific.
I appreciate your words…encouraging
This is beautiful. Words and photos really touched my heart.
Thank you, Lena. So far I find much to be grateful at the end of each day.
♥