I hope this flower inspires the best in you.
I hope this flower inspires the best in you.
We traveled to Egypt in October 2009 and visited the great Giza Plateau.
At that time, the tourists arrived in cars, buses and vans which assembled in the parking lot. From here on, we had to choose an entirely contrasting means of transportation : our quadruped friends, who helped us slow down to appreciate the most ancient, substantial and mysterious structure in the world: The Great Pyramids of Giza.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Contrasts: This week, in a post created specifically for this challenge, share your own photo showing a CONTRAST.
For this week’s photo challenge, I present the McLobster sandwich that we discovered when traveling through Maritimes in Canada. In between the buns is succulent lobster meat combined with celery, green onions, and light mayonnaise-style sauce with a hint of lemon, on top of a bed of shredded lettuce.
I don’t do sea food and my favorite sandwich is with peanut butter and strawberry jam. What is your favorite sandwich?
It will be fun to know if McDonald’s serves anything different and unique in between the buns in your part of the world.
I am curious to hear from you in the comments. Thanks for stopping by.
I took these pictures of the mannequins at Cahokia Mounds in Collinsville, Illinois. One of the greatest cities of the world, Cahokia was larger than London in AD 1250. The Mississippians who lived here were accomplished builders who erected a wide variety of structures from practical homes for everyday living to monumental public works that have maintained their grandeur for centuries.
As you can see from the pictures, the huts did not allow enough light or room for the inhabitants to pursue their hobbies or activities of daily life and such interests were pursued outdoors. This fostered a sense of community and togetherness.
Small rooms or dwellings discipline the mind, large ones weaken it. – Leonardo Da Vinci
This is my entry for this weeks Photo challenge: Room.
Thanks for stopping by and Have a great weekend!
An year ago, we were visiting the city of Saint John (Fundy City) in the Canadian province of New Brunswick and these statues caught my attention. They almost looked like real people. I took these pictures, sitting in my car. I wonder, is this how we look like when we are waiting for a bus or simply waiting for a ride?
This street art is my entry for the photo challenge twist.
If you are in transit this weekend, I hope you do not have a wait that feels like eternity. Have a safe Memorial Day weekend!
Today is May 8, 2014. It will be one year today that this blog was shared on Facebook. On this first anniversary, I share with all my readers the story behind making the logo for my blog.
I love to read the Daily Post from WordPress and took up their blog makeover challenge. I chose to design the logo for my blog. This blog was earlier known as Charu’s Musings.
When I started writing, I struggled with questions such as, “What can I do to make this different?”, “Am I sharing too much?”, “How do I know if I wrote this right?”, “Was my previous post good enough?” I contemplated to give up on this challenge, but persevered and held on.
During this time, I read a post from another blogger about meditation. The article said that in order to clear her mind, the author does meditation. Someone might think, if I was born and lived in India for twenty-plus years, that I should know how to meditate. I am as ignorant as the cardinal which chirps on my Bradford pear tree when it comes to meditation. I used to think that meditation was all about sitting cross-legged, breathing and focusing on the one spot in between your eyes. I was so wrong. Meditation is complex. It is hard work. You are trying to quiet down the human mind, a computer that generates 70,000 thoughts every day.
I set the timer for five minutes each time and then wrote my experiences.
Day one: I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the spot in between them. For the first few minutes I only thought of other things such as the sound our furnace makes, my stomach gurgling or the twitching in my thigh because I was sitting cross-legged.
Day two: I experienced pretty much the same things and an additional tiny cramp in my right foot. I kept my eyes closed and tried to massage it out and before I knew it five minutes were over.
Day three: I used a pillow to add some comfort to my rear end. It did not say anywhere that I couldn’t be comfortable to meditate. Oh no, the same sensations again, and I was burping from last night’s chickpeas. Slowly, I felt the layers of my belly relax. Yes, their are layers of my belly. My thoughts wandered to the baby I had carried in there thirteen years ago, the numerous medicines this food mill had to process in the past few years and now I had this “MID WAIST” while living in the Midwest. I accepted my ‘mid-waist’, kept my eyes closed and searched for the spot in between my eyes and before I could find it my time was up again.
Day four: I set the timer for seven minutes today.
As I sat down cross-legged a sense of familiarity came to me. It was as if I had traveled on this road before. My stomach relaxed and now I could feel the straightness of my spine and I put an extra effort to hold my neck straight. My focus shifted on my breathing and I was able to focus on my breaths two at a time. Next I remember hearing the garbage truck on the curb and before I could find the spot in between my eyes, the timer went off.
Day Five: I set the timer for seven minutes again.
It had been an unthinkable day for our nation. Last evening we had watched the news of the Boston Marathon tragedy. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the spot in between my eyes. Images of the smoke, the runners, the bystanders, the blood, the chaos, passed in front of my eyes. I tried to hold on to my breath and focused on the breathing in and out. Tears were flowing and my heart was empty. Next I realized my time was over.
Day Six: I looked forward to meditation today.
I still had not thought of anything new for my “About page “but there was “something” inside me that was different after the meditation. Today my focus had shifted to my heartbeat quite early on in the meditation. I could see some white lines that looked like contrails and it was mostly dark, with some shiny spots. I felt tempted to open my eyes. I held on and at the end of a ten-minute session I could see that spot in between my eyes. I enjoyed watching that spot. For me the spot was whitish, cotton-like in appearance. As I focused on the spot I saw a bee that buzzed rather quickly. At the moment, I did not understand the significance of the bee.
After my meditation, I googled “bee”and realized that one-third of the human food supply depends on insect pollination, most of which is accomplished by bees. Bees focus on one thing, either gathering nectar or gathering pollen depending on the social demand. This led me to think as human being, can we choose to focus on that one thing that matters the most to us and enrich our lives. I wondered, could my blog be a platform to help people make these choices about the one thing that matters the most?
This gave me the idea for the logo of my blog. My husband helped me find a graphic designer, Hann. She patiently heard my vision and my story about the meditation and my blog.
Hann came up with this image of the flower and the bee. I did not like it much because I was not looking for a photo. I was looking for a logo.
I emailed Hann something along these lines, “I love daisies and actually this sketch comes to my mind for the logo of my blog. Can you make the shape of the petals curved like in this sketch with the bee in the center?”
So Hann send me another image. Here was a new image for Charu’s Musings. Hann had a white daisy which was my favorite.Next, I chose to brainstorm with my niece Priyanka. She suggested that we try making the logo like an illustrative style using minimal color and nuance. It had to be something really simple, yet effective such as the Twitter or Facebook logo. I knew this could be a challenge, but I needed something that would look good at the small dimensions of 32px x 32px, and conveys the message of the one thing that matters the most. Hann and I worked closely over the next week and we then had some images.
Hann changed the colors. I had a logo now.
I needed text added to the logo, so we experimented in a few ways.
Everything was falling in place, but I wanted the petals to be rather curvy and asked Hann if she could modify the image.
The colors were bold and represented my idea. Aha! This was the logo, I was looking for.
The next step was to add words to the logo and the job could be done in various ways. We experimented by placing the text in various ways with the logo.
I contemplated using actual daisies for our cover photo for Facebook page.
This was not an easy journey (to come up with a logo), but it reflects my struggles as an ordinary person, of putting my ideas on WordPress and finally an accomplishment of sharing them with the world.
Thank you for following About One Thing that Matters Most!
My daughter was about 5 years old when she made this simple brooch for me on Valentine’s Day at school. I treasure the memory of her small hands making this jewellery for me. Every Valentine’s Day, I proudly wear this accessory. Thank you sweetheart!
This is my entry for the photo challenge Treasure.
Happy Valentine’s Day to you! Enjoy your weekend!
I noticed this water fountain after security check at the O’Hare International Airport in Chicago.
The object of this water fountain is to help us refill our water bottles saving our money and the planet: one bottle at a time.
Check out the display in green on the right side of the water fountain that tells us the number of water bottles saved.
What a neat idea!
Thanks for stopping by and have great weekend!
FamilyThis family of seals is sunbathing. They remind me that whatever you do as a family, don’t forget to have fun on the way.
Have a great week!
Photo challenge: Windows.
Last summer, we visited Fortress Louisbourg in Canada and experienced life in an 18th century fortress on Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia.
We toured the house of a French officer and as we were leaving, a maid popped her head out of the window.
We were surprised to see her by the window. She started whispering, “I have come to get a breath of fresh air. My mistress works me very hard and if she hears my voice, I am sure she will have more chores for me to do. But right now, the master and mistress are gone for a walk.”
The servant girl pointed my attention to a plain neck chain she wore, with a pendant that had a fleur de lis design on it. This piece of jewelry distinguished her as a servant, versus a slave of the household.
It was amazing to see her dressed appropriately for her role as an 18th century servant.