homeless – Page 7

Posted on September 4, 2016 by zorazebic — 2 Comments

Vice and vise

Rummaging about his tool shed I caught my husband’s attention. “What are you doing?” he asked. “The Daily Post daily prompt is the word vice.” I answered him, to then continue, “I’m looking for one to take a photo.”

My husband chuckled and asked me to spell the word. Puzzled I spelt out v-i-c-e. Barry smiled and said, “This is one of those times when you’re gonna wish the children’s aid had sent you to grade school.” He then gifted me the words vice and vise, often pronounced the same, yet words with completely different meanings.

After all my rummaging I could not find a view of a vice to snap an image, so, I present to you, Dear Reader, my photo of my husband’s vise!

Posted on September 4, 2016September 4, 2016 by zorazebic — 2 Comments

The snail

Sorting through fresh garden spinach a family had dropped off to our homeless centre I came across a small snail. I noticed it was still alive and dropped it into a planter on the cold counter with thoughts of releasing it. Before going home I looked but could not find it. I feared the worse, thinking it had climbed a leaf and fallen to the floor. I held out a hope the snail would find it’s way outdoors despite the hundreds of feet that cross our floors.

A week went by and I went over to water the plant when something caught my eye. It was the snail clinging to a leaf. Somehow, with a fierce tenacity, it had managed to return to the planter, it’s only chance to survive. I was ecstatic and sniped the leaf to bring home. I took a few photos, nervous to cause the snail any further trauma, and my husband brought it back to the great outdoors. It is amazing how we can feel so much tenderness toward a small and helpless creature that ultimately proves it has strengths beyond our comprehension.

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Spiderland

I cannot explain why so many spiders have crept into my life this summer! Today, as I pulled down my towel while stepping out of my bath, this creepy critter dropped from the ceiling. It was huge and gave me a shiver!

“Can’t a lady bathe with privacy?” I called out to the critters in Spiderland!I captured the beast in a water jug I keep handy to rinse down the soap bubbles. I continue to bear small scars from it’s fellow beasts and want no more spine chilling memories!

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A virtuoso

When I first spotted the leaf I was certain it was a painted garden accessory. Not able to contain myself, I reached out to touch it. The leaf was a spectacle of both beauty and ugliness, clashing colours offset by white.

A small pink flower nestled in a bed of green leaves called out, “I am so pretty.” Yes the small flower was delicate, lovely and frail, though it did not have what it takes to capture my attention.

I thought how Mother Nature’s artistic spirit flounces from surreal, to dowdy, to vibrant, to bold, to visionary, to peaceful, to vicious, to gentleness and so on. She is a virtuoso like no other. So many of us yearn to create a small indelible work of art in hopes to earn a nod, however brief, of her approval.

I sat back on my heels and took a moment to enjoy the melody of the breeze singing in the treetops and broke out into a song of my own. I felt as though a hand gently brushed against my cheek and rested then enveloped in her peace.

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Crabapple man

I stepped off the sidewalk and onto the grass to capture a photo of luscious-looking ripe crabapples. I said to my husband, “I hope not to meet crabby people, upset by my trespassing.” Barry said, “The man is looking at you and smiling. I would think he is happy to see someone impressed with his garden.” Indeed, an elderly man was looking over at me and I waved hello. He waved back and I felt relieved.

It is so nice to encounter a friendly soul. So often in life we can meet those who do not understand the innocence of our actions, in my case that I could not resist capturing an image of this fruit. It was a lovely moment in a day of almost overwhelming concern for a friend recovering from a triple bypass. Though we were deep in the midst of a the city of London, Ontario, there stood fruit trees displaying the gift of life. I knew God gave this sign to me to unburden my heart with the knowledge all would be well.

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Pasted images

A young boy standing near exclaimed, “Wow I can look right at the sun!” “Be careful,” said a lady I presumed was his mom, “It is no different than an eclipse. Even on cloudy days, you should never look directly at the sun.”

I paused from taking more photos when the boy said, “It’s like the story in Sunday school. The teacher read to us a part about how Moses saw the bright light of God and went blind for three days!” I was impressed with her when she said to the boy, “It is great to know the messages you are being taught are staying with you.” The boy looked up at the woman and both their smiles were angelic.

I never cease to be amazed by images of the earth and waters, their inhabitants, and the sky and and it’s dwellers. It is stunning how these images can be reflected upon and mentally pasted to passages in the Bible.

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Life light

Life supporting light, posing, as the mirror image of a tree.

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Fish out of water

He left his element, I suppose in hopes of attracting a different life. He did, or rather other life was attracted to him. It was easy to frame a shot of him and the five green bottle flies.

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Automobile surgery

The man is the doorway demanded to know why I was taking a photo of the vehicle. I said, “It is a rare opportunity for me to see a vehicle undergoing surgery at an automobile clinic.” I don’t think he was amused.

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A church for Sarah-Lynn

“Did my eyes deceive me?”

“No, you’ve made no mistake.”

“I thought he passed away.”

“You’re thinking of another guy with the same name.”

“Wouldn’t that be a church full of tame parishioners.”

“Indeed. Who would challenge a minister who is also a master of the martial arts.”

“Funny that.”

“Funny what?”

“They’d name it an art. It is a skill, is it not?”

“True, however, go to a club where they train. Every move is as artistic as dance.”

“Ahhh. I understand.”

“I read about this man online. He’s a fantastic individual who has done much to serve others. He opened a day care centre for seniors.”

“That is incredible!”

“He also supports mental health initiatives, trans rights, LGBT concerns, and, most importantly, he serves God.”

“Wow! This man is incredible!”

“So sad we have to leave today. The next time we come to London, let’s attend his service.”

“Agreed.”

“I want to bring Sarah-Lynn with us. She’ll be so happy we found Rev Bruce Lee and the Metropolitan Community Church. She may not want to come back home with us.”

“Windsor has our own Metropolitan Community Church. I looked that up online too.”

“Well praise God. Had we not seen this sign and been amused by the man’s name, we would not have been led to a church for Sarah-Lynn! Since she found God she has desired a church where she will feel completely accepted.”

“God does work in mysterious ways.”