1) there was the Sahara Dust to deal with as well as Covid-19
2) nobody (NOBODY) was masked
The pool is closed for the season. I feel sorry for all those families who usually spend the summer splashing around in it.
So I just sat there and took some photos...very poor quality because they were through the windows of the car. Sorry about that.
People were meeting together to walk at the lake, coming in different cars. The playground is clearly taped over so children can't climb on the apparatus. I guess they could dig in the sand if they wished. Unfortunately one of the remaining activities is to chase the geese and ducks.
Today's quote:
Somewhere in every heart there is a discerning voice. This
voice distrusts the status quo. It sounds out the falsity in
things and encourages the dissent from the images things
tend to assume. It underlines the secret crevices where the
surface has become strained. It advises distance and opens
up a new perspective through which the concealed meaning
of a situation might emerge... Its intention is to keep the heart
clean and clear. This voice is an inner whisper not obvious or
known to others outside... Yet much depends on that small
voice. The truth of its whisper marks the line between honor
and egoism, kindness and chaos. In extreme situations,
which have been emptied of all shelter and tenderness,
that small voice whispers from somewhere beyond and
encourages the heart to hold out for dignity, respect, beauty
and love. That whisper brings forgotten nobility into an arena
where violence has traduced everything. This faithful voice
can illuminate the dark lands of despair. It becomes both the
sign and presence of a transcendence that no force or horror
can extinguish. Each day in the world, in the prisons, hospitals
and killing fields, against all the odds, this still, small voice
continues to echo the beauty of the human being. In haunted
places this voice carries the light of beauty like a magical
lantern to transform the desolation, to remind us that
regardless of what may be wrenched from us, there is a
dignity and hope that we do not have to lose. This voice
brings us directly into contact with the inalienable presence
of beauty in the soul.
voice distrusts the status quo. It sounds out the falsity in
things and encourages the dissent from the images things
tend to assume. It underlines the secret crevices where the
surface has become strained. It advises distance and opens
up a new perspective through which the concealed meaning
of a situation might emerge... Its intention is to keep the heart
clean and clear. This voice is an inner whisper not obvious or
known to others outside... Yet much depends on that small
voice. The truth of its whisper marks the line between honor
and egoism, kindness and chaos. In extreme situations,
which have been emptied of all shelter and tenderness,
that small voice whispers from somewhere beyond and
encourages the heart to hold out for dignity, respect, beauty
and love. That whisper brings forgotten nobility into an arena
where violence has traduced everything. This faithful voice
can illuminate the dark lands of despair. It becomes both the
sign and presence of a transcendence that no force or horror
can extinguish. Each day in the world, in the prisons, hospitals
and killing fields, against all the odds, this still, small voice
continues to echo the beauty of the human being. In haunted
places this voice carries the light of beauty like a magical
lantern to transform the desolation, to remind us that
regardless of what may be wrenched from us, there is a
dignity and hope that we do not have to lose. This voice
brings us directly into contact with the inalienable presence
of beauty in the soul.
John O'Donohue