Tag Archives: Sun
The Sun is Dancing in the Sky | In Honor of Charlene Sun
Dear Charlene,
We’ve met before somewhere in the Sky before the Universe expanded.
You the Sun. I the Moon.
I believe this with my whole heart.
Here on Earth, I have met you in the stories that Rain and Nora share with me.
You are here with us as I continue your legacy with Rain, at SunRain Productions.
You were a wonderful person and you were with us today in the park with Rain, Jon, Pixel and me.
We chased the wind.
We laughed. We breathed.
We celebrated life.
You infuse our hearts with beauty and joy.
You are dancing in the sky.
Thank you for being in our lives.
I wish I could have heard your human laughter, seen your human eyes sparkle, touched your kind giving human hands…
But I feel your warmth and your spirit when the Sun beams down.
And I feel safe under the tutelage of your wings.
I picked out one of my photos from Thanksgiving and I am dedicating it to you, Charlene, in your honor.
Honed, forged, rising from fire,
kicked by the heel of the moon,
the sun bows on mountains, it’s stage.
With flare she dances,
enraptures, romances,
pirouettes, prances,
with brilliance that never will age.
- Sun Flares by Sandra S Corona
The Narnia House
The sun ornament is my favorite ornament in The Narnia House.
I call it The Narnia House because of the triple lamp post in the front.
No other house has a lamp post let alone a triple lamp post!
There are no photos of the triple lamp post in this post.
Here is my favorite sun ornament.
And here are some furry critters.
"Don't touch my blanket! My momma (Rain) made it for me!"
"I LOVE MY BLANKET!"
"I'm serious. Don't touch my blanket."
"i want that blanket"
For Bridget
For Bridget because she loves yellow roses
Huntington Gardens
November 23, 2011
Happy Thanksgiving!
For Christy
For Christy for the red rose of Kushiel’s Dart
Huntington Gardens
November 23, 2011
Happy Thanksgiving!
Sun Flares
Honed, forged, rising from fire,
kicked by the heel of the moon,
the sun bows on mountains, it’s stage.
With flare she dances,
enraptures, romances,
pirouettes, prances,
with brilliance that never will age.
Sun Flares, Sandra S Corona
Huntington Gardens
November 23, 2011
Happy Thanksgiving!
Bamboo
Today during my morning meditations I was reading a passage out of my 365 Tao book by Deng Ming-Dao
Chopsticks made from bamboo-
Too poor to afford silverware.
Tender bamboo shoots for food-
Too poor to afford meat.Why were people of old so integrated with their surroundings?
Because the objects that they used, the food that they ate, and
the activities that they engaged in were straight from their surroundings.
They used sticks made from bamboo as eating implements.
They used vines to make baskets. They used gourds as vessels.
For food, they grew plants, domesticated animals, and caught fish and game.
Their social structure was was built around the cycles of the sun, moon, and stars…
The closer we can be to the earth and to nature, the more integrated with life we shall be.
A few hours later I receive an email from Flickr notifying me that my Bamboo photo was chosen for the Huntington Library’s Photo of the Day.
I love my life :)
Huntington Gardens, November 28, 2010
Open Your Heart to the Sun | Gabrielle Lagman
Today the angels paid my soul. I photographed my friend Gabrielle teaching yoga to kids in the first grade. Wow! We started at 8am until about 11am. About 4 classes of kids came by and they were all very unique, sweet, innocent, adorable, peaceful, … Yoga mats were donated by Manduka (it means frog) and they are going to feature Gabrielle in their newsletter, so she asked me to take the photos :) Gabrielle is very wonderful with the kids. It’s inspiring to see her influence the lives of these children.
Vaughn Elementary School
October 24, 2011
Gabrielle will be teaching Yoga every Monday until February
These kids inspire me.
Huntington Gardens
Huntington Gardens
Members’ Summer Evenings
August 27. 2011
Beach Day!
Unphotographable | Sun Rays & Moon Beams
A small group of friends gathered on the 4th, sandwiched between the high desert and the high clouds. The sun cut through with its golden rays and accentuated our natural glow of love and energy. Everything was covered in magical godlike dusk, and I could not move out of it to capture it. I myself was captured, along with the blades of grass, the rose petals, the light between the trees, the shine in our eyes, the highlights in our hair, the warmth of our faces, the laughter echoing out into the sky… And when after the darkness finally covered us and when the sky exploded with stars, … the Moon smiled upon us as tiny universes taunted us with their cannons.