tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26226571814527088772024-03-05T15:00:18.445-05:00Mindwhisperings"...and our faces, my heart, brief as photos..." John Bergere.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.comBlogger147125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-88511072411149199042011-05-04T17:49:00.002-04:002011-05-04T17:53:00.062-04:00Gratitude explodes in my heart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE37Dg-8kvfED_lvKpdqgIp1Ouk90x64cAvEATra50YQuE3rNsT32jDQSdK-qFuTV4JgK3ppH0SW-fVAo8pm641YfQRySLYkse5RbjtUbLL6PB8wGViJX6UG1iley1vuIBOaRLkE4r6gj7/s1600/IMG_3939.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602981742003270018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE37Dg-8kvfED_lvKpdqgIp1Ouk90x64cAvEATra50YQuE3rNsT32jDQSdK-qFuTV4JgK3ppH0SW-fVAo8pm641YfQRySLYkse5RbjtUbLL6PB8wGViJX6UG1iley1vuIBOaRLkE4r6gj7/s400/IMG_3939.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">"...I seek truth & beauty in the transparency of an autumn leaf, in the perfect form of a seashell on the beach, in the curve of a woman's back, in the texture of an ancient tree trunk, but also in more elusive forms of reality. Sometimes working on an image in my darkroom, the soul of a person appears, the emotion or vital essence of some object; at that moment, gratitude explodes in my heart & I cry. I can't help it. Such revelations are the goal of my work."<br /><br />- Isabel Allende, Portrait in Sepia</span>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-22482241730420392132010-12-30T20:53:00.006-05:002011-01-04T12:41:21.219-05:00A New Year: returning to the origin of things<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlR8VQcbAjo4zaemIBHIH_4T6K9b-aDJ3DRlX5bBJx1kSIOyXS5xH99za_vw76IwukHmK8DZoo7S5EbGbHblQjmdXXUrG6OzqIe5fn3JVEbLe9V0vukmjTIMan_aFEKjENd86SrS9GB6T/s1600/IMG_1604.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556659430720700594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlR8VQcbAjo4zaemIBHIH_4T6K9b-aDJ3DRlX5bBJx1kSIOyXS5xH99za_vw76IwukHmK8DZoo7S5EbGbHblQjmdXXUrG6OzqIe5fn3JVEbLe9V0vukmjTIMan_aFEKjENd86SrS9GB6T/s400/IMG_1604.jpg" /></a><br /><div>And stepping into the new year, a pause beckons to us from the shadows. "Slow down!" it whispers, inviting us to sit quietly, our focus shifted inward, reaching into the center and returning us to what is real, to what is original. "<em>Original</em> has two meanings," writes John Berger in <em>Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos</em>. "It means a return to the origin, the first which engendered everything that followed; and it means that which has never occurred before." </div><div></div><div>In this new silence, the world (for but a moment and forever) still, may we learn to hold these tensions -tensions between the first things and that which has never occurred before, between the past and the present, the distance from and longing for - side by side, in a way that is no longer contradictory. </div><div></div><br />A piece of inspiration I caught recently on Studio 360- <em>Origin Lessons</em> by Amy Bender. Have a listen:<br /><br /><p align="center"><object width="350" height="36"><param name="movie" value="http://www.studio360.org/flashplayer/mp3player.swf?config=http://www.studio360.org/flashplayer/config_share.xml&file=http://www.studio360.org/stream/xspf/158666"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.studio360.org/flashplayer/mp3player.swf?config=http://www.studio360.org/flashplayer/config_share.xml&file=http://www.studio360.org/stream/xspf/158666" id="STUDIO360_Mp3_Player_158666" name="STUDIO360_Mp3_Player_158666" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" wmode="transparent" height="36" width="350"></embed></object></p>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-70691981571816855942010-12-28T19:27:00.002-05:002010-12-28T19:35:03.079-05:00Hold everything dear<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjObug41QGfztCFIo3d4fh-msGw_gk55DWc0gikQjez0GMohz7dmdV0osII9AQnQIlxSEhRLXiUIXg_o_NIDJ0xNvvHipjrQLtHMmFLbFZkal8LWF3u34S1LSQORAu76-QY3XCTiAxASo5B/s1600/IMG_1332-3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555894427863506354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjObug41QGfztCFIo3d4fh-msGw_gk55DWc0gikQjez0GMohz7dmdV0osII9AQnQIlxSEhRLXiUIXg_o_NIDJ0xNvvHipjrQLtHMmFLbFZkal8LWF3u34S1LSQORAu76-QY3XCTiAxASo5B/s400/IMG_1332-3.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">The faith and</div><div align="center">the love and</div><div align="center">the hope</div><div align="center">are all in the waiting...</div><div align="center">~T.S. Eliot</div><div align="center"> </div><div> </div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-90225401224479104142010-12-13T18:01:00.004-05:002010-12-13T18:17:18.855-05:00On, In, and Around Mondays<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhn6eDVRa4GkWEYijJla-3DyXDErDqwo_3OLRn5s3CrNG291FB_LimCOb7Pu_SP8I3UG6UFRx9hcmIfVzXkF8B9pL5LDWL_o_c3y19NN6tPrNtHtOFjbmfNrcsWtGn0Er3Z1h3Q9VXXiwU/s1600/IMG_1158-3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550307847966394690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhn6eDVRa4GkWEYijJla-3DyXDErDqwo_3OLRn5s3CrNG291FB_LimCOb7Pu_SP8I3UG6UFRx9hcmIfVzXkF8B9pL5LDWL_o_c3y19NN6tPrNtHtOFjbmfNrcsWtGn0Er3Z1h3Q9VXXiwU/s400/IMG_1158-3.jpg" /></a>harvesting greens from the hoop house<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yvdzb93ss_2a9ogiWlM1v3m-URF6Jx2pUxt6CHDQTxeUpOXY3AFnVBO3Tgd9ipXDH91xz6GzQAcCndKBQLI-Qcuo2Yq5Ja_0w-OVgbLr5pIL67HP0ImueIFi83jyYMHo5VeCPsmHi4de/s1600/IMG_0908.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550307578308629874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yvdzb93ss_2a9ogiWlM1v3m-URF6Jx2pUxt6CHDQTxeUpOXY3AFnVBO3Tgd9ipXDH91xz6GzQAcCndKBQLI-Qcuo2Yq5Ja_0w-OVgbLr5pIL67HP0ImueIFi83jyYMHo5VeCPsmHi4de/s400/IMG_0908.jpg" /></a> gathering wood and hoping to stay warm! </div><p align="center"><a href="http://seedlingsinstone.blogspot.com/"><img alt="On In Around button" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5083/5217906589_c7120874ca.jpg" width="308" height="69" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">P.S. Please remember </span><a href="http://thisamazingheart.com/2010/12/08/the-intelligent-use-of-water-award-we-need-your-vote/"><span style="font-size:85%;">to VOTE</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> in support of Amazing Heart Farm's project for the Intelligent Use of Water Award!</span></p>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-84309824730978639492010-12-10T19:03:00.005-05:002010-12-10T19:18:45.366-05:00A Letter To You<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9aur629Hg47eI3m3SiMUa8syiKSkrjQrS1XQiNsUwcy9GMj8RnXnMon_6b0blBe3KDsKh8XS5OnRS9yFbOjueIVDMgojPWiUtz0-c0f3IQ9tnlAAuaMJYAf4p0v71QWMSlkCrK-5At3Ng/s1600/IMG_0334.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549209379496215858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9aur629Hg47eI3m3SiMUa8syiKSkrjQrS1XQiNsUwcy9GMj8RnXnMon_6b0blBe3KDsKh8XS5OnRS9yFbOjueIVDMgojPWiUtz0-c0f3IQ9tnlAAuaMJYAf4p0v71QWMSlkCrK-5At3Ng/s400/IMG_0334.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOgeKI_3TuthONDE56THV9QxHP_BEscnrSn0W6f3vaSuAzOO_AvHwcFaCc0W9iPqJuXFkmMe0JPKBjq37a4hO9H6eUm_WdtIJrYfhyxcdYDnnbFmlL8Ijysj3FYtuq6147dfi-HVE1oJbp/s1600/IMG_0917.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549209189287828082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOgeKI_3TuthONDE56THV9QxHP_BEscnrSn0W6f3vaSuAzOO_AvHwcFaCc0W9iPqJuXFkmMe0JPKBjq37a4hO9H6eUm_WdtIJrYfhyxcdYDnnbFmlL8Ijysj3FYtuq6147dfi-HVE1oJbp/s400/IMG_0917.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1yey9kVz7kJFRMSepUk2utVxYcmUltCg4jCKJfRnkOI3GBf5xoVTIIaEUmcWx4yumKkx8CT62uvfwHJM9AooDmC0ToOmrvv6On2RwNKbIkV01H4FLOUERQVAiO5BpdQTKCam_vLIB9S2U/s1600/IMG_9617+b+w.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549208882069644882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1yey9kVz7kJFRMSepUk2utVxYcmUltCg4jCKJfRnkOI3GBf5xoVTIIaEUmcWx4yumKkx8CT62uvfwHJM9AooDmC0ToOmrvv6On2RwNKbIkV01H4FLOUERQVAiO5BpdQTKCam_vLIB9S2U/s400/IMG_9617+b+w.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> I like to think of winter as a time of rest here </span><a href="http://thisamazingheart.com/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">on the farm</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">. And now that the garden's covered over with snow, aside from collecting wood, it is. With more time on my hands, over the last few weeks, I've had a chance to look into funding for our up-coming projects. And a few days ago, I submitted a project to Rain Bird's Intelligent Use of Water Award. The award is, in their words, "an interactive grant program that awards funds to water conservation and environmental sustainability projects that promote green spaces. A global initiative, any Internet user can submit a project via the Intelligent Use of Water Awards website at www.iuowawards.com and promote it within his or her own community. All projects can be anonymously voted upon by visitors (one vote a day per project, per individual user), and the projects with the most votes will receive funding from Rain Bird according to their funding category.”<br /></span><div></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>To help us meet our project goals (see goals below), we need <em>your</em> vote! <em>You can vote once a day through March 1st, 2011</em>. To vote:<br />• Click on the following link: http://www.iuowawards.com/Projects.aspx#search<br />• enter Amazing Heart Farm into the search<br />• click on the thumbs up sign to vote for our project<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>To increase our chances of winning, please pass along this information to anyone you know who might want to help out!<br /></em><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>OUR Project Description:<br /></strong>With the help of her husband, community volunteers & a Project Orange Thumb grant through FISKARS, in the spring of 2010, Elizabeth Weller established Amazing Heart Farm, a Certified Naturally Grown CSA just outside of Gettysburg, PA. By harnessing the therapeutic benefits of creative and physical work, we aim to provide a safe space for members of the local community to engage in emotional work and healing, to gain access to community resources and to learn to use personal and community supports while providing themselves, their families and the local community with locally grown, fresh food.<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>OUR Project Goals:<br /></strong>To irrigate our crops, we currently harvest rain water and overflow from our well from two 275 gallon containers. As we expand our production, we’ll be using more water and we’ll need to have an irrigation system in place. We’d like to use the Intelligent Use of Water Award to build a small irrigation pond that will be store the overflow from our well and to build a corresponding irrigation system for an acre of Certified Naturally Grown vegetable production. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">To learn more about what we're doing, please visit the </span><a href="http://thisamazingheart.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Amazing Heart Farm web-site</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">In the mean-time, please vote!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Many thanks,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Elizabeth</span></span>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-65001423150109072122010-10-29T20:17:00.001-04:002010-10-29T20:20:45.130-04:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCA7Luy55rFBACIZ3MEqpNkZKka3S33fdy3hZVMIUodJMY-v6MxVd_UqkfpY5dvCMsNMAXbY3dszFdkWnrafcAmXrJBo8VL7JKfE1B-n-b6bHEHIxaTbYZUo6xVZCE8nJnHQ3zpilQuSOZ/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533627082267935266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCA7Luy55rFBACIZ3MEqpNkZKka3S33fdy3hZVMIUodJMY-v6MxVd_UqkfpY5dvCMsNMAXbY3dszFdkWnrafcAmXrJBo8VL7JKfE1B-n-b6bHEHIxaTbYZUo6xVZCE8nJnHQ3zpilQuSOZ/s400/IMG_0203.JPG" /></a><br />A spark in the sun,<br />this tiny flower has roots<br />deep in the cool earth.<br />- Harry Behn </div><div align="center"> </div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-90627785193702227142010-10-09T15:13:00.004-04:002010-10-09T15:23:54.360-04:00Now I feel the tenderness to which the season rots<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmauEAwKlzQhdQ6924caIlTsCCKK_lXa04Iyl2Z1Nkuk4guM2N6Cz36Ae8Y4jhBSeZUQA6KNfpZ84SUKYXuuy0Yvh11de_YFkG48-fHktLty4kmU0ZksqFrGK0pMwkZqHA2Wv4-TTT1akY/s1600/IMG_9369.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526127078577619042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmauEAwKlzQhdQ6924caIlTsCCKK_lXa04Iyl2Z1Nkuk4guM2N6Cz36Ae8Y4jhBSeZUQA6KNfpZ84SUKYXuuy0Yvh11de_YFkG48-fHktLty4kmU0ZksqFrGK0pMwkZqHA2Wv4-TTT1akY/s400/IMG_9369.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-6Ti19dnM6mujUaXSaUQX9rQqMpDKiTWocuHtkp1YJwxCNBEK3iFZ-sRz67KN6qR8yE4niAl-PGKA-fXHqhFmADBVRk20DJrB9r2noFI4xWLOYIBcg-iwsPIlH_wR47tseW-kbwHdviF/s1600/IMG_9359.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526126933992375666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-6Ti19dnM6mujUaXSaUQX9rQqMpDKiTWocuHtkp1YJwxCNBEK3iFZ-sRz67KN6qR8yE4niAl-PGKA-fXHqhFmADBVRk20DJrB9r2noFI4xWLOYIBcg-iwsPIlH_wR47tseW-kbwHdviF/s400/IMG_9359.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">"Autumn teaches us that fruition is also death; that ripeness is a form of decay. The willows, having stood for so long near water, begin to rust...</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCU_28bKxcAfL19rC4UREQwu9vZ4m2cgB_rPlZC-7Z8nsA-15jCYCQbuciQzYascJQOg4AxbI_t0JhobdvQjGFygSko9oxoXwNnS9N2GWmay_FTIq99Mx88QM_MnBPjhX07umHhbpNxvc8/s1600/IMG_7663.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526128179142056290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCU_28bKxcAfL19rC4UREQwu9vZ4m2cgB_rPlZC-7Z8nsA-15jCYCQbuciQzYascJQOg4AxbI_t0JhobdvQjGFygSko9oxoXwNnS9N2GWmay_FTIq99Mx88QM_MnBPjhX07umHhbpNxvc8/s400/IMG_7663.JPG" /></a></div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">...Today the sky is a wafer. Placed on my tongue, it is a wholeness that has already disintegrated; placed under the tongue, it makes my heart beat strongly enough to stretch myself over the winter brilliances to come. Now I feel the tenderness to which the season rots. Its defenselessness can no0 longer be corrupted. Death is its purity, its sweet mud..."</span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">- Gretel Ehrlich, <em>The Solace of Open Spaces</em></span></span></p><p><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">posted for Deb.</span></em></p>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-71060435499538951472010-10-07T12:58:00.005-04:002010-10-07T13:04:48.768-04:00The Unforseen Wilderness<span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRbLloArwitBDiqMqtcgCd49u1gxt9CbPwQ4rSmn55HjYC5xOxOMXexpJPLc-2e933PQIggFUDNndnaMJKHouZqwJnE5DzceqPt14m_kr4pMJqEuMZabagSwC9fGOf1xVcOkKPBqrpfE3/s1600/New+Folder5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525350071687430002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRbLloArwitBDiqMqtcgCd49u1gxt9CbPwQ4rSmn55HjYC5xOxOMXexpJPLc-2e933PQIggFUDNndnaMJKHouZqwJnE5DzceqPt14m_kr4pMJqEuMZabagSwC9fGOf1xVcOkKPBqrpfE3/s400/New+Folder5.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our feet, and learn to be home." </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>-Wendell Berry</strong></span></span>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-90262081398653853872010-10-06T09:03:00.003-04:002010-10-06T09:12:16.703-04:00This flower, and a star.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTKXhDBicz19NSUk0rWots503TJW66dOHUSOOqdKcGvv7JVTd6qjv9FwLKVqbe74d2is4-Ek0AM9FvYu2EQM1dhRg2pzceYgzWZHTd5qJLhdaTShSvfWGB_Fb0Xucx_seq9BsAkPfscud_/s1600/IMG_9376.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524918889573884338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTKXhDBicz19NSUk0rWots503TJW66dOHUSOOqdKcGvv7JVTd6qjv9FwLKVqbe74d2is4-Ek0AM9FvYu2EQM1dhRg2pzceYgzWZHTd5qJLhdaTShSvfWGB_Fb0Xucx_seq9BsAkPfscud_/s400/IMG_9376.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Whatever gladdens the mind is </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">of the scent of the Beloved,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Whatever enraptures the heart is</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">a ray from my friend.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-RUMI<br /></span></div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-11423297754420954132010-09-10T20:03:00.003-04:002010-09-10T20:12:42.788-04:00The Seer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTA2j9xRN81zLmluBPG7dSAqagwfjEypsLm7kCDR3lICAZitL9LHQKpqnX3MlU1h7T_XX_l8Vwt3pEsz-fE5JmhwElpRXdu5lFl9C2_m_Db5HV8qp-bFyNGGVfONNtgD9TtySsI3mu_r3/s1600/IMG_8603.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515439934268138210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTA2j9xRN81zLmluBPG7dSAqagwfjEypsLm7kCDR3lICAZitL9LHQKpqnX3MlU1h7T_XX_l8Vwt3pEsz-fE5JmhwElpRXdu5lFl9C2_m_Db5HV8qp-bFyNGGVfONNtgD9TtySsI3mu_r3/s400/IMG_8603.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"The boundlessly visible includes but also excludes man. He sees, and he sees that he is being continually abandoned. Appearances belong to the boundless space of the visible. With his inner eye man experiences the space of his own imagination and reflection. Normally it is within the protection of this inner space that he places, retains, cultivates, lets run wild or constructs meaning. </span><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">At the moment of revelation when appearance and meaning become identical, the space of physics and the seer's inner space coincide: momentarily and exceptionally the seer achieves an equality with the visible. To lose all sense of exclusion; to be at the center..."</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">John Berger</span></div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-91648060472937035802010-07-31T17:57:00.002-04:002010-07-31T18:03:57.784-04:00Majestic<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0UuSWuF-X2vEyrKoOe1pYWMRVNxnhaJX-SEzUCpvKjnKIKaJhKGl-aof23bz-UfEjRVh1hJHa4laL01XTKHct6Vl-DYPnRhdG0FjiZZmZfjRUpyZehToiUOaP096KdGxK6qrFaWwmYOT/s1600/IMG_6573.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500193422807676354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0UuSWuF-X2vEyrKoOe1pYWMRVNxnhaJX-SEzUCpvKjnKIKaJhKGl-aof23bz-UfEjRVh1hJHa4laL01XTKHct6Vl-DYPnRhdG0FjiZZmZfjRUpyZehToiUOaP096KdGxK6qrFaWwmYOT/s400/IMG_6573.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> A strawflower, so simply........majestic.<br /></span><br /></div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-43792751000979144312010-06-15T20:34:00.001-04:002010-06-15T20:36:50.682-04:00Here Inside My Heart<em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6SdXnVwqBvKkM57tQTQunTjhsMAqmeSQOmTQNAPOk8pj7k3Ke4gl4uc0KThV9VA2gZu-Zw6idrFMhRKYJV6UwZWfO9BvvBugXKhlrpmvUN9f9CrIfMrfFGwWlz7KnRP1tEwtFqrPFMvPe/s1600/IMG_6239.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483163909096446098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6SdXnVwqBvKkM57tQTQunTjhsMAqmeSQOmTQNAPOk8pj7k3Ke4gl4uc0KThV9VA2gZu-Zw6idrFMhRKYJV6UwZWfO9BvvBugXKhlrpmvUN9f9CrIfMrfFGwWlz7KnRP1tEwtFqrPFMvPe/s400/IMG_6239.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Last night, as I slept,<br />I dreamt--marvellous error!--<br />that it was God I had<br />here inside my heart<br /></em><strong>Antonio Machado</strong></span></div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-70397559716543758542010-05-07T12:40:00.002-04:002010-05-07T12:45:12.686-04:00only sacredness.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7Uf3ZQuAn8bjONSjo4N9fVN7HoSLQtWenr4_XmWhnQOypQmRXnFbArmPl32Bx5q33WwKqAq-8pzL-TxjgprvMOraxJw26dn7hsVp3vSy7MyabmWgpMIr2IyV-LhnyUVWePXqcYYa9_vC/s1600/IMG_5284.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468569359101468306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7Uf3ZQuAn8bjONSjo4N9fVN7HoSLQtWenr4_XmWhnQOypQmRXnFbArmPl32Bx5q33WwKqAq-8pzL-TxjgprvMOraxJw26dn7hsVp3vSy7MyabmWgpMIr2IyV-LhnyUVWePXqcYYa9_vC/s400/IMG_5284.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Something opens our wings. Something</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">makes boredom and hurt disappear.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Someone fills the cup in front of us.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We taste only sacredness.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-Rumi</span><br /></div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-90129287698564834442010-03-30T17:55:00.004-04:002010-03-30T18:00:00.890-04:00Nourishing:<strong>Response to The Four's no. 25:</strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1zIG7QPMm08AbBy283FFXoiwzgRlMiS7foYlcFOmP-KGBdJXlbt2TvjmstgzU4f-8PpQDaTKhxlNK2JA0ltY_drQG63v-WfYFoV5xSx8BU1TbaF7WK8vJWAEYksQwKksNHguwBxC386J/s1600/IMG_4216+warm.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549227947429634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1zIG7QPMm08AbBy283FFXoiwzgRlMiS7foYlcFOmP-KGBdJXlbt2TvjmstgzU4f-8PpQDaTKhxlNK2JA0ltY_drQG63v-WfYFoV5xSx8BU1TbaF7WK8vJWAEYksQwKksNHguwBxC386J/s400/IMG_4216+warm.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFJBoojvhizs-k1k7ryJ2WDg6Imdsj_qOqlnvBFwS0oCCma2eB5fmEvvo4D-_FFnVOf_hDUZqC32OPYhkd6ZXEAPbBO1Ie1dq6TRjLsAc5QrjivKAhklI2qOzXaZAyeN3SkgWW2S1wqSvg/s1600/IMG_4196.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454549542936404178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFJBoojvhizs-k1k7ryJ2WDg6Imdsj_qOqlnvBFwS0oCCma2eB5fmEvvo4D-_FFnVOf_hDUZqC32OPYhkd6ZXEAPbBO1Ie1dq6TRjLsAc5QrjivKAhklI2qOzXaZAyeN3SkgWW2S1wqSvg/s400/IMG_4196.JPG" /></a>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-15523775495388242552010-03-25T11:14:00.007-04:002011-03-22T10:45:41.678-04:00To Love and Let Go<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbfMN434yjxY88LrGER06KlPxHTX407Cdeyiyok65le_6FG_4j-T_g-7Il5X5G9rWP_ZR_iVRjjoWzhsQkVkg0VTz1JVbN3m5QL7Q0F9oXhx6dFk86xEStoC6L077Avi1Ev62AvkPw3x8e/s1600/IMG_4138+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452590685338569810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbfMN434yjxY88LrGER06KlPxHTX407Cdeyiyok65le_6FG_4j-T_g-7Il5X5G9rWP_ZR_iVRjjoWzhsQkVkg0VTz1JVbN3m5QL7Q0F9oXhx6dFk86xEStoC6L077Avi1Ev62AvkPw3x8e/s400/IMG_4138+2.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGMZQbPJnyUl-acYwE0ZstkW6VSewGIhdQTIGEvfCaQn3cdvO1yfdfKwY7QxjzNBrk7_2ko9iFuFQevmFOSgqLHRK2ts14NeNJRLkjGCIDhoSl6Xbq6G7lD0SsDLEbt25x6upXHLpffi_/s1600/IMG_4138+1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452590412647101170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGMZQbPJnyUl-acYwE0ZstkW6VSewGIhdQTIGEvfCaQn3cdvO1yfdfKwY7QxjzNBrk7_2ko9iFuFQevmFOSgqLHRK2ts14NeNJRLkjGCIDhoSl6Xbq6G7lD0SsDLEbt25x6upXHLpffi_/s400/IMG_4138+1.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">These photos are dedicated to </span><a href="http://mindwhisperingsphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-patterns-of-four-photo.html"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Jane</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">, a dear friend and kindred spirit who passed away yesterday evening. She taught me to live in Joy and with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Curiosity</span>, always seeking Truth. With an armful of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">daffodils</span> and grape hyacinth, I went to visit her yesterday afternoon, hoping to fill her with the scent of spring (how she loved the days of spring!). </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">I found her in much worse shape than I anticipated and left in sobs, sadness lingering over my heart. </span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Upon returning home, I grabbed my camera and settled onto my new ladybug tree swing, spinning circle after circle, imagining myself a whirling dervish, gently urging my heart <em>to Love and to Let Go</em>. </span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Jane would have liked to hear about my new ladybug tree swing. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Toward dusk I returned inside. Soon after, I received a phone call from my mother. Jane <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Clawson</span> had passed away, a bouquet of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">daffodils</span> resting on her chest. I'd like to think that her last breaths were sweet, gently carrying her across the threshold of her life and into the welcoming arms of an eternal Spring.</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> </span></div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-89623185377881451602010-03-20T20:56:00.000-04:002010-03-20T20:58:16.994-04:00Happy Spring!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNl_nc4mS7sUZe_-nfoYi_uiZybYWZ0_xlMP8OnXoH0R5akSNvfxepce6uXoHkYl9MHfNqQ8kgMhYiSZl9kB3wmqQtzdZWkr5Jn2Ep9rXjPlzh3LZGeV_jTEGnZm67w0eSe6M9Dfw0EL4c/s1600-h/2010-03-191.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450885041572350786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNl_nc4mS7sUZe_-nfoYi_uiZybYWZ0_xlMP8OnXoH0R5akSNvfxepce6uXoHkYl9MHfNqQ8kgMhYiSZl9kB3wmqQtzdZWkr5Jn2Ep9rXjPlzh3LZGeV_jTEGnZm67w0eSe6M9Dfw0EL4c/s400/2010-03-191.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-11385115658771405432010-03-07T21:02:00.006-05:002010-03-07T21:09:29.503-05:00The Infinite: dancing from the tips of our fingers through the bottoms of our toes...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJK3CSkI7EB94lw9EV44wahDv6m1Ev6XJ5fEpca_5UoXlCnQk62Vjg2GQpucNci53Uz3b3UspaAVy3Tws4_U6ogNOwLeV5xQ1q-GUDPnao90dJT_bemAoZ2sD2NM25zkqX177TMBt9pK3X/s1600-h/IMG_3559.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446077830179334194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJK3CSkI7EB94lw9EV44wahDv6m1Ev6XJ5fEpca_5UoXlCnQk62Vjg2GQpucNci53Uz3b3UspaAVy3Tws4_U6ogNOwLeV5xQ1q-GUDPnao90dJT_bemAoZ2sD2NM25zkqX177TMBt9pK3X/s400/IMG_3559.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> "Growth is a spiral process, doubling back on itself, reassessing and regrouping..." Julia Cameron<br /></span></div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-44783569860931561492010-03-01T20:51:00.004-05:002010-03-01T21:05:41.990-05:00Song<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMyTOmY-q0zAAe2s0rRjhzondqdYPtFbAq9VrND6a-t2SaNjdhh-jQZDSXDNlfStvg1xNd5Ez_KhDOopO2TyDpX-yj9QOSY13_hGty1N0f0jGn0hJEql0pHdo8dTIvvfmcFqmPtxNMa3Ul/s1600-h/scrapbook+for+POT1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443848668867770802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMyTOmY-q0zAAe2s0rRjhzondqdYPtFbAq9VrND6a-t2SaNjdhh-jQZDSXDNlfStvg1xNd5Ez_KhDOopO2TyDpX-yj9QOSY13_hGty1N0f0jGn0hJEql0pHdo8dTIvvfmcFqmPtxNMa3Ul/s400/scrapbook+for+POT1.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(a New Orleans classroom emptied by Katrina)</span> </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>SONG</strong><br />This is a song for the speechless,<br />the dumb, the mute and the motley,<br />the unmourned! This is a song for every<br />pig that was too thin to be slaughtered<br />last night, but was slaughtered<br />anyway, every worm that was hooked<br />on a hook it didn't expect,<br />every chair in New York City that has<br />no arms or legs, and can't speak English,<br />every sofa that has ever been torn<br />apart by the children or the dog<br />and earmarked for the dump, every sheet<br />that was lost in the laundry, every<br />car that has been stripped down and<br />abandoned, too poor to be towed away,<br />too weak and humble to protest.<br />Listen, this song is for you even if<br />you can't listen to it, or join in;<br />even if you don't have lungs, even<br />if you don't know what a song is,<br />or want to know. This song is for<br />everyone who is not listening tonight<br />and refuses to sing. Not singing<br />is also an act of devotion; those<br />who have no voices have one tongue.<br /><br />- Edward Hirsch<br /><br />listen </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iisvvZNhl4E"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">here</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> </span></div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-35143057905592153362010-02-21T09:58:00.002-05:002010-02-21T10:04:42.684-05:00The Four's Challenge # 24<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7v8OEHwscF3Y5Uz5ECmt_c69NqJJhZzrIuid84UW8d5llD6jFnCdWqpiZOKO1jHXCIKZWWrwTpyRUnn7PPb9upQcvJlOcvVmb2rypLcisXU5M-nLN3rr5h9pj8QrWKXJQQn2eOOVrsqW-/s1600-h/IMG_2892.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440711981079624450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7v8OEHwscF3Y5Uz5ECmt_c69NqJJhZzrIuid84UW8d5llD6jFnCdWqpiZOKO1jHXCIKZWWrwTpyRUnn7PPb9upQcvJlOcvVmb2rypLcisXU5M-nLN3rr5h9pj8QrWKXJQQn2eOOVrsqW-/s400/IMG_2892.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkaIHXAMCLHUW9YzkQ0thsvisgxccLhEg2bAH-wJxhDx5mYn4WeXcHefc0h_eFzN27GKIC6wnxKj78rJiiUgqWTzs4wRfOR5w3vAHGHWHrhMTAbKB7tRTFXjDp40WQYdBnsIE3ka86u8B/s1600-h/IMG_2882.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440711686489661410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkaIHXAMCLHUW9YzkQ0thsvisgxccLhEg2bAH-wJxhDx5mYn4WeXcHefc0h_eFzN27GKIC6wnxKj78rJiiUgqWTzs4wRfOR5w3vAHGHWHrhMTAbKB7tRTFXjDp40WQYdBnsIE3ka86u8B/s400/IMG_2882.JPG" /></a><br /><em>If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.<br /><br />~Loran Eisely </em></div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-5644409596105885722010-02-16T20:20:00.003-05:002010-02-16T20:38:27.905-05:00A letter from Joanna...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7eZmiR1OvdLCuFjzbtIvH5u_0aJ6HlIvjAWTRNzPrU0POQZrX7LJVttg-AVvnGMZOLqsbTu08mUzhRa5Hvnk0rQgTqdenjA88ZsI016cv3HDkeSaUpIQ2yCRjtLe4dWveys-PBPHj-_9e/s1600-h/Collages10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439016486047653250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7eZmiR1OvdLCuFjzbtIvH5u_0aJ6HlIvjAWTRNzPrU0POQZrX7LJVttg-AVvnGMZOLqsbTu08mUzhRa5Hvnk0rQgTqdenjA88ZsI016cv3HDkeSaUpIQ2yCRjtLe4dWveys-PBPHj-_9e/s400/Collages10.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqwWth4KJJqYUMQPIt-k58O5WJ03qtCfW1at8ayHetsmXxMND5KOGUEST36uJtdb5w7wn2Dg4fa2COkCVFhmSh2_ubm5nUbkKj5bm5O3ZtrUZHKJ5rnbkEhstSwubPsv5ODATy9nxRnyG/s1600-h/november+days5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439016321986104754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqwWth4KJJqYUMQPIt-k58O5WJ03qtCfW1at8ayHetsmXxMND5KOGUEST36uJtdb5w7wn2Dg4fa2COkCVFhmSh2_ubm5nUbkKj5bm5O3ZtrUZHKJ5rnbkEhstSwubPsv5ODATy9nxRnyG/s400/november+days5.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"...From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth..."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">from <em>Song of the Open Road</em> by Walt Whitman<br /></div></span>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-732454756910295952010-02-12T17:44:00.005-05:002010-02-12T17:59:31.662-05:00Treasure<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZiOxbOTi9FTA126Xe_09VQfMRFIDgouMqtE5A_6P0VyLtIdZ79dORyt8buCZQqVn0TU_VsuXpa7c369EI-tgWVNM13_vfwB_mM5SN0vKqdeGaSYqkDe-dWyoJOEOEGbp2LcJiTugQfBz/s1600-h/IMG_2554.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437494780601429762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZiOxbOTi9FTA126Xe_09VQfMRFIDgouMqtE5A_6P0VyLtIdZ79dORyt8buCZQqVn0TU_VsuXpa7c369EI-tgWVNM13_vfwB_mM5SN0vKqdeGaSYqkDe-dWyoJOEOEGbp2LcJiTugQfBz/s400/IMG_2554.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkwFIwU5NptrxrwAAsS2nQG4RflaIsl42CxtMk1au5XRxnIanPEvo6mUsmV5QmWVtIU55Cj2Z8x3ywzw0cm7vXb9Qeze_R4yyH-sIM2yHankh2vl8EDzEj8CgJqyvMiO4eJZYwNEZS84Wc/s1600-h/IMG_2505.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437493422652948706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkwFIwU5NptrxrwAAsS2nQG4RflaIsl42CxtMk1au5XRxnIanPEvo6mUsmV5QmWVtIU55Cj2Z8x3ywzw0cm7vXb9Qeze_R4yyH-sIM2yHankh2vl8EDzEj8CgJqyvMiO4eJZYwNEZS84Wc/s400/IMG_2505.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbjVCZORvb5iXCYhvcO4O2Q-1libaj5V8Oj7V1I-W5TEjuKwmoDghG_DmZiTfaMyjEVAS7DZa0GtlwnYzwr-19j7ge16_anz1F24lkBOGB_Dw5bh7aH0AjEiJGiUDyW975-pwwSPVNN78/s1600-h/IMG_2592.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437492584883359698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbjVCZORvb5iXCYhvcO4O2Q-1libaj5V8Oj7V1I-W5TEjuKwmoDghG_DmZiTfaMyjEVAS7DZa0GtlwnYzwr-19j7ge16_anz1F24lkBOGB_Dw5bh7aH0AjEiJGiUDyW975-pwwSPVNN78/s400/IMG_2592.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"><strong>#59, <em>Cold Mountain Poems</em></strong></div><br /><div align="center">In the old days when I was so poor,</div><div align="center">Night after night I counted other men's wealth.</div><div align="center">Recently I thought it over</div><div align="center">And decided to open a business of my own.</div><div align="center">I dug a hole and found a hidden treasure-</div><div align="center">A store of crystal jewels.</div><div align="center">A blue-eyed foreigner came in secret</div><div align="center">And wanted to buy them and take them away,</div><div align="center">But I only answered him,</div><div align="center">"These jewels are beyond price!"</div><br /><div align="center">-Han -shan</div></div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-81241512307673563432010-01-27T18:09:00.006-05:002010-01-27T18:19:06.874-05:00To live deep within your heart<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJkZgfENuxDEajxIDxml6Xx50NDepZdLo9YPTXZ9vLD0dNebGP0uD57Kwric_bcRm-_P2XFSws5D6dTflYnnOE5C_dQjvy1lF35TOCx1Ema2H8Z-0YMnpm_WC33ZPeCqu2EEeefUcnTDx0/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431561082561980114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJkZgfENuxDEajxIDxml6Xx50NDepZdLo9YPTXZ9vLD0dNebGP0uD57Kwric_bcRm-_P2XFSws5D6dTflYnnOE5C_dQjvy1lF35TOCx1Ema2H8Z-0YMnpm_WC33ZPeCqu2EEeefUcnTDx0/s400/IMG_0728.JPG" /></a><br /><strong>A Franciscan Benediction:<br /></strong><br />May God bless you with DISCOMFORT at<br />easy answers, half-truths, and superficial<br />relationships so that you may live deep<br />within your heart.<br /><br />May God bless you with ANGER at injustice,<br />oppression, and exploitation of people so that<br />you may work for justice, freedom and peace.<br /><br />May God bless you with TEARS to shed for<br />those who suffer from pain, rejection, starvation<br />and war so that you may reach out your hand<br />to comfort them and to turn their pain into joy.<br /><br />And may God bless you with enough FOOLISHNESS<br />to believe that you can make a difference in this world<br />so that you can DO what others claim cannot be done. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><br />And a link that will touch your heart</strong>: <a href="http://www.theplaceswelive.com/">the places we live</a> </div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-65290830942376048372010-01-23T20:09:00.005-05:002010-01-24T09:11:17.886-05:00Weaving<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfaPxpCkTj5_kcAyqVAhIsjQNm8xMJw37uLcsQHOEFkyy5WoadLEKdsZbDvd9mU2INC5O0cdD5H_50lJVNryN-VzsOoKc1IBqzHlaBh4nD8HwU-6PFCtFx1s_7GbfLOUD4L83szeZe6bek/s1600-h/IMG_1929.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430308326995852514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfaPxpCkTj5_kcAyqVAhIsjQNm8xMJw37uLcsQHOEFkyy5WoadLEKdsZbDvd9mU2INC5O0cdD5H_50lJVNryN-VzsOoKc1IBqzHlaBh4nD8HwU-6PFCtFx1s_7GbfLOUD4L83szeZe6bek/s400/IMG_1929.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzNkGBAZN6Q4rxdYGkYeeOCDxPTpmRPKLbMWSRoUVQwzTcJCZtnoos5ajAq5plStCahua7smgqmm__PSNZLD1f-Av2sWLrmh0c4GpXPEdGtroWUUCu6tFihYRTkeVrvF9wm0zyQ3YoYhp/s1600-h/IMG_1946.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430108211816323650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzNkGBAZN6Q4rxdYGkYeeOCDxPTpmRPKLbMWSRoUVQwzTcJCZtnoos5ajAq5plStCahua7smgqmm__PSNZLD1f-Av2sWLrmh0c4GpXPEdGtroWUUCu6tFihYRTkeVrvF9wm0zyQ3YoYhp/s400/IMG_1946.JPG" /></a><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430306894485522162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh51bToMru8xTHrb8BVuCvhiLmwiAUezurGm6agvE3oqFanireaPJp4aEW2WhHRujXaofd90ivLu6m7wamOWzAGClG4n3UcjYNPZ9orprkc8LByi7hBlOYbFQQuBQPU3y7mhgm3Y78FJE3L/s400/IMG_1980.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">“To be ignorant of what happened before you were born is to be ever a child. For what is man's lifetime unless the memory of past events is woven with those of earlier times?” </div><div align="center"><strong>-Cicero</strong></div></div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-31745902971655341832010-01-06T13:05:00.002-05:002010-01-06T13:11:02.700-05:00Happy New YearIt's 2010 already! And winter. I've spent the morning planning for next year's harvest, working on <a href="http://thisamazingheart.com/our-csa/what-is-a-csa/">CSA membership options</a>, wishing for sunshine but savoring this time of rest. I've created a slideshow of our first year in our new home which you can view here: <a href="http://bighugelabs.com/slideshow.php?id=70554"><img border="0" alt="View slideshow" src="http://bighugelabs.com/img/viewslideshow1.png" /></a><br /><br />Happy New Year!e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622657181452708877.post-45117067788001677202009-12-23T21:00:00.002-05:002009-12-23T21:09:55.146-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZjEIsVYhWDbVj6zs8N0zz7xdkHwJHTH-xk3Oumq-3WkxfjgWu8hVEQZJ0UzzZuKCMPA9eVHtryQzu2ZDTY0NOnxDFnXLWWcXxfuQxAioGtacY47Xm37IR6UIvlENQtVrHGcOD_1KPsH_4/s1600-h/New+Folder8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418617604364392290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZjEIsVYhWDbVj6zs8N0zz7xdkHwJHTH-xk3Oumq-3WkxfjgWu8hVEQZJ0UzzZuKCMPA9eVHtryQzu2ZDTY0NOnxDFnXLWWcXxfuQxAioGtacY47Xm37IR6UIvlENQtVrHGcOD_1KPsH_4/s400/New+Folder8.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>Living is a form of not being sure, not</em></div><div align="center"><em>knowing what next or how . . . We guess. </em></div><div align="center"><em>We may be wrong, but we take leap after </em></div><div align="center"><em>leap in the dark.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Agnes de Mille</div>e.o.w.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636269317002974535noreply@blogger.com7