Every Day Life
There are few things with which I greet each day with certainty.
My favorite is my relationship with my dog/dogs.
Lily, 14 pounds of aggressive Peekapoo, and
Flash, nearly 100 pounds of sweet Basset Hound.
They do not like, but have learned to tolerate, one another.
Stepdogs might be the best way to describe their relationship
Flash belongs to the love of my life, and Lily belongs to me
Their hesitant interaction has been a joy to watch over the years,
As they are about the same age and have grown together.
I begin and end the day with their affection,
The one constant in a hectic everyday life.
Precious Little man,
No lover of carrots,
Captain of his destiny.
Discovered he didn’t have to eat them
If he took the spoon from Mommy.
A little man of his own mind,
Attitude in Orange
Freest Spirit I know,
My grandson, Jack.
Of, pertaining to, or designating a city or town.
Living in a city.
Characteristic of or accustomed to cities;citified.
cloaked in subtle shades of gray
with a hint of lavender.
Proprietary and ubiquitous
a bit jaded
“Pray till prayer makes you forget your own wish, and leave it or merge it in God’s will.”
– Frederick William Robertson
by Harry Behn
Trees are the kindest things I know,
They do no harm, they simply grow
And spread a shade for sleepy cows,
And gather birds among their bows.
They give us fruit in leaves above,
And wood to make our houses of,
And leaves to burn on Halloween
And in the Spring new buds of green.
They are first when day’s begun
To tough the beams of morning sun,
They are the last to hold the light
When evening changes into night.
And when a moon floats on the sky
They hum a drowsy lullaby
Of sleepy children long ago…
Trees are the kindest things I know.
This poem was one of the first I studied, and the first that I memorized. The poem, and the teacher who introduced it, are very special to me, introducing me to the poetry that unlocked so much of my life for me. It is this poem that began my deep respect for trees. It’s painful to me when they are cut down, even when it is necessary (in the case, for disease). The whole idea of cutting down a living thing, that is so difficult to replace, seems wrong.
386 years of GROWTH
This Japanese White Pine is a part of the Bonsai Collection at the United States Arboretum in Washington, DC. It started as a bonsai in 1626, and was given to the United States by Masaru Yamaki to celebrate the bicentennial in 1976. For more information on the United States Bonsai Collection, click here. The Bonsai Collection captured our imagination; and we spent a long time admiring the trees, many that were older than our nation. Imagine the events surrounding them during such a long time!
Growth–slow, tedious, intentional.
“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”–Alice Walker, The Color Purple
Take a moment to
smell the roses notice the purple today!
Wistful watcher waiting
let me tempt you into enchantment
take you into the present moment
watch you breathless, excited, alive
let us step into the blinding light
leave the wistful watcher behind
Who more deserving
than the loyal watchers?
Alone on the sidelines
at last get to play the game
“Our dreams are firsthand creations, rather than residues of waking life. We have the capacity for infinite creativity; at least while dreaming, we partake of the power of the Spirit, the infinite Godhead that creates the cosmos.”–Jackie Gleason
With the capacity for infinite creativity, what will you create? Where will your dreaming take you?
Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.–Winston Churchill
The ocean tide–an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path.