Monday, October 31, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Nursery, 11:00 p.m.
By Robyn Sarah
Asleep, the two of you,
daughter and son, in separate cribs,
what does it matter to you
that I stand watching you now,
I, the mother who did not smile all day,
who yelled, Go away, get out, leave me alone
when the soup-pot tipped over on the stove,
the mother who burned the muffins
and hustled bedtime, tight-lipped.
You are far away,
beyond reach of whispered
amends. Yet your calm
breathing seems to forgive,
unwinding
into the air to mesh
like lace, knitting together
the holes in the dark.
It makes of this dark
one whole covering
to shawl around me.
How warm it is, I think,
how much softer
than my deserving.
By Robyn Sarah
Asleep, the two of you,
daughter and son, in separate cribs,
what does it matter to you
that I stand watching you now,
I, the mother who did not smile all day,
who yelled, Go away, get out, leave me alone
when the soup-pot tipped over on the stove,
the mother who burned the muffins
and hustled bedtime, tight-lipped.
You are far away,
beyond reach of whispered
amends. Yet your calm
breathing seems to forgive,
unwinding
into the air to mesh
like lace, knitting together
the holes in the dark.
It makes of this dark
one whole covering
to shawl around me.
How warm it is, I think,
how much softer
than my deserving.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Miracles flock everyday life. It happens everyday. Observe. Believe. And then, give in to them.
Source: Steven Pinker
Friday, October 28, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Sunday Thought: On Spiritual Growth
How does spiritual growth occur? Seesm like a reasonable question to ponder on this "day of rest."
I decided to ask an expert and here is what they said. Click here.
How does spiritual growth occur? Seesm like a reasonable question to ponder on this "day of rest."
I decided to ask an expert and here is what they said. Click here.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Saturday Thought: Choosing How We Live
All men and women are born, live, suffer and die;
what distinguishes us one from another is our dreams,
whether they be dreams about worldly
or unworldly things,
and what we do to make them come about...
We do not choose to be born.
We do not choose our parents.
We do not choose our historical epoch,
the country of our birth, or the immediate circumstances of our upbringing.
We do not, most of us, choose to die;
nor do we choose the time and conditions of our death.
But within this realm of choicelessness,
we do choose how we live.”
Source: Joseph Epstein
All men and women are born, live, suffer and die;
what distinguishes us one from another is our dreams,
whether they be dreams about worldly
or unworldly things,
and what we do to make them come about...
We do not choose to be born.
We do not choose our parents.
We do not choose our historical epoch,
the country of our birth, or the immediate circumstances of our upbringing.
We do not, most of us, choose to die;
nor do we choose the time and conditions of our death.
But within this realm of choicelessness,
we do choose how we live.”
Source: Joseph Epstein
Don's Dad (in Middle), Benwood, WV, 1930s
Probably singing a Jimmie Rodgers favorite.
Courtesy of Aun Jean
Friday, October 21, 2005
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Wednesday Thought: Life Paths
What is your life path? Look at your feet and what they follow. For better or worse, that is your path.
Is it the right path? Does your heart feel at home on the path? If not, that may be a sign this path is not the right one for you.
How do you find the right path? Ask your heart to help you find the right path. Then, watch where your feet lead you.
At any cost, find a path guided by and filled with heart. You are never alone when you walk with your heart. Just ask Don Quixote.
What is your life path? Look at your feet and what they follow. For better or worse, that is your path.
Is it the right path? Does your heart feel at home on the path? If not, that may be a sign this path is not the right one for you.
How do you find the right path? Ask your heart to help you find the right path. Then, watch where your feet lead you.
At any cost, find a path guided by and filled with heart. You are never alone when you walk with your heart. Just ask Don Quixote.
What is your path? Does it carry you in the direction of life? Does it open you to new possibilities not visible at the onset of your journey?
Photo source: Sue Jones
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Monday, October 17, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Friday, October 14, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
How To Be a Poet
(to remind myself)
By Wendell Berry
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill-more of each
that you have-inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your work,
doubt their judgment.
Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.
Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
(to remind myself)
By Wendell Berry
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill-more of each
that you have-inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your work,
doubt their judgment.
Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.
Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
It Is Not the Fact That I Will Die That I Mind
By Jim Moore
but that no one will love as I did
the oak tree out my boyhood window,
the mother who set herself
so stubbornly against life,
the sister with her serious frown
and her wish for someone at her side,
the father with his dreamy gaze
and his left hand idly buried
in the fur of his dog.
And the dog herself,
that mournful look and huge appetite,
her need for absolute stillness
in the presence of a bird.
I know how each of them looks
when asleep. And I know how it feels
to fall asleep among them.
No one knows that but me,
No one knows how to love the way I do.
By Jim Moore
but that no one will love as I did
the oak tree out my boyhood window,
the mother who set herself
so stubbornly against life,
the sister with her serious frown
and her wish for someone at her side,
the father with his dreamy gaze
and his left hand idly buried
in the fur of his dog.
And the dog herself,
that mournful look and huge appetite,
her need for absolute stillness
in the presence of a bird.
I know how each of them looks
when asleep. And I know how it feels
to fall asleep among them.
No one knows that but me,
No one knows how to love the way I do.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Monday, October 10, 2005
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Saturday, October 08, 2005
You can take this one to the bank...
"What a man believes upon grossly insufficient evidence is an index into his desires -- desires of which he himself is often unconscious. If a man is offered a fact which goes against his instincts, he will scrutinize it closely, and unless the evidence is overwhelming, he will refuse to believe it. If, on the other hand, he is offered something which affords a reason for acting in accordance to his instincts, he will accept it even on the slightest evidence. The origin of myths is explained in this way."
--Bertrand Russell
"What a man believes upon grossly insufficient evidence is an index into his desires -- desires of which he himself is often unconscious. If a man is offered a fact which goes against his instincts, he will scrutinize it closely, and unless the evidence is overwhelming, he will refuse to believe it. If, on the other hand, he is offered something which affords a reason for acting in accordance to his instincts, he will accept it even on the slightest evidence. The origin of myths is explained in this way."
--Bertrand Russell
Friday, October 07, 2005
Friday Thought: How We Experience Who We Are
"A human being is part of a whole, called by us the “universe,” a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separate from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few people near us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."
— Albert Einstein
"A human being is part of a whole, called by us the “universe,” a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separate from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few people near us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."
— Albert Einstein
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Monday, October 03, 2005
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Sunday Thought: The Wisdom of Tolkien
Perhaps like me, you feel this way at times...
"The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began,
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet,
And whither then? I cannot say."
Perhaps like me, you feel this way at times...
"The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began,
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet,
And whither then? I cannot say."
On February 24, 1874 John Peter "Honus" Wagner was born in Mansfield, Pa. (I've actually been there.) When he grew up, he was drafted by the Pirates. (My favorite team growing up.) In 1936, he was one of the first 5 people to be elected into the Hall of Fame. He also was an 8 time National League Batting champion. Honus played for 20 years, and was nicknamed the "The Flying Dutchman." Honus thought that one of the best plays he ever made was a pickoff double play. Honus Wagner played into his 40's, which is old for any sports player to still be playing. On December 6, 1955 he died. He lived to be 81 years old.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Saturday Thought: Second Blooming
"I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes when you finish the life of the emotions and of personal relations; and suddenly find - at the age of fifty, say - that a whole new life has opened before you, filled with things you can think about, study, or read about...It is as if a fresh sap of ideas and thoughts was rising in you."
"I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes when you finish the life of the emotions and of personal relations; and suddenly find - at the age of fifty, say - that a whole new life has opened before you, filled with things you can think about, study, or read about...It is as if a fresh sap of ideas and thoughts was rising in you."
--Agatha Christie
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