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Category Archives: Trail
@Tree Top Park, Davie, Florida
It’s funny that just as I am expressing gratitude for the peace, mindfulness, and zen good feelings, a plane is loudly flying overhead in this Florida park.
No winning even in nature anymore! 😉
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@Harpers Ferry
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@Bethesda Trolley Trail
You can walk for miles…
It’s quiet and green in a suburban setting.
Who’s that dummy?
Lovers come out here too.
Some graffiti tells you there is still the big city of Washington, D.C. nearby.
A little surveillance—the “I’s” have it!
ADT security plus some colorful wind adornments in front of the houses.
Park is good, but only until sunset.
Watch out, “old people” crossing (saw a deer too).
The whole trail runs between Rockville and Bethesda–see the French International School, The National Institute of Health, Suburban Hospital, houses, shopping, parks, and more.
Try not to get too lost in the fun of it all. 😉
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@McKee Besher Wildlife Preserve
(Source Photos: Andy Blumenthal and the incredible sunflowers from here — Please G-d, we need to go back next year to see these beauties.)
Walking It Good
Took a nice walk with my honey.
Down the Bethesda Trolley Trail.
Needs a little repaving work.
But it’s nice lush green at this time of year.
The exercise is good (and my diet appreciates it).
And of course, spending time together talking and bonding is the road best traveled. 😉
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Talking It Cryptic
So for a while when I received weirdly worded communications from others, I thought “Gee, this person doesn’t know how to communicate!”
They aren’t saying what they mean or aren’t saying it clearly, and I am having to decipher it, read between the lines (more than usual) and certainly not always getting it right.
I seriously thought some of these people needed to go for remedial communications and project management training, and was more than willing to send them.
Then, I started to see the bigger picture and context and it was beginning to all make sense.
The terse messages, the cryptic language, the dancing around the topic…these were not (necessarily) because the person couldn’t communicate well, but it was intentional!
No, they weren’t trying to mess with me.
They were afraid to say what they really wanted to say–not to me, but generally speaking.
Why?
Conjecture, but perhaps they didn’t want “it” so explicit, they didn’t want a flagrant (unnecessary) trail, they didn’t want to potentially get in any trouble.
So they truncate, obfuscate, used “code” words (not real code, symbolic) and otherwise made the communications so vague that they had plausible deniability or could interpret it just about any which way they wanted.
Ah, sort of a “get out of jail free card”–self made, signed, sealed, and delivered.
This is the art of being cryptic!
Fear and overly strict political correctness is not a good thing when what you really need is clear and honest communications from folks.
We do ourselves a disservice by “playing games,” keeping hidden agendas, and protecting ourselves over the necessity to get the mission accomplished and done well.
Perhaps when people are caught between competing masters and agendas, they are “forced” to do this to get the job done, stay alive, and in the important game we all must play in life.
Ink a dink a bottle of ink the cap fell off and you stink…got that? 😉
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The Painted Sky
It was a beautiful walk in Rock Creek Park (even with my ongoing limp post surgery).
Coming down the trail, I saw this amazing horse with a mounted police officer, and he was nice enough to stop and let me pet the horse and take this photo with them.
It was a truly beautiful animal and it was so cool seeing them on patrol for all the people taking advantage of the great outdoors here.
In a fantasy type of way, I thought what a dream job (not high-tech, but oh so much in tune with nature and helping people)!
Anyway, this time of year, it was really lush green in the park and pretty peaceful.
It was also interesting today visiting my dad and sitting outside on the deck with him, he looks up at the sky and says rhetorically, yet so innocently, “Who painted the sky so beautiful?”
I thought wow–what an amazing and poetic way to think of the hand of G-d and all that he has created for our benefit.
Now, I think to myself outside, how our physical reality is just a manifestation of G-d’s artistry, imagination, and kindness, and it makes it all even better.
(Source Photo: Dannielle Blumenthal)
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