Monday, June 24, 2013
Old Girl of the North Country Revisited
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Just now I copied and pasted the results from Google images when I entered the words "Old Girl Of The North Country", and the result was this mosaic of images that tells some of the story of where I've been and what I've been thinking about over the years that I've had this blog.
Welcome to "37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)".
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.
-- Robinson Jeffers
The true end of a war is the rebirth of life;
the right to die peacefully in your own bed.
The true end of war is the end of fear;
the true end of war is the return of laughter.
-- Alfred Molano
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
The photograph currently at the top of my blog was taken from my porch before sunrise on October 29, 2023.
"OLD GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY" (the earliest name for my blog -- http://oldgirlfromthenorthcountry.blogspot.com
) came to life in early December of 2006 so that I could post a 42-year retrospective of my paintings and drawings and through that action, create a new relationship with the day the man I loved returned from Vietnam in December 1970. For a while (sometime after spring of 2008, which is when he died) my blog was "TALKING 37TH DREAM WITH RAINBOW (RUMORS OF PEACE)". For a number of years, it's been "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)." As of April 12, 2017 my blog was titled "37TH DREAM / TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE/LOOKING UP)". Somewhere along the way it became 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE).
To begin viewing the retrospective with narrative, scroll down to December 8, 2006, on this page:
To begin viewing the retrospective with narrative, scroll down to December 8, 2006, on this page:
The 40-year retrospective is also on my YouTube channel:
Rainbow and Day Moon on July 14, 2016
Rainbow at 5:30 on September 26, 2014
Rainbow at 8:30 p.m. on May 6, 2021
Oboe in February 2020
CURRENT MOON
Places I visit
- 37 Paddington
- 86,400 seconds
- a moon, worn as if it had been a shell
- Alive On All Channels
- Along The Way
- Chatoyance
- Crooked Mirror
- Dharma Bums
- Elizabeth Aquino
- Hermit's thatch
- Interim Arrangements
- Invincible Summer
- Journey to the Center
- Journey to the Center (10)
- Mole
- more or less
- My Little Golden Book of Phobias
- MyLifeSoFar
- One Word
- Photos Now and Then
- Quidnunc
- Rivertrain
- Stuff From Ellen's Head
- the cassandra pages
- The Solitary Walker
- Velveteen Rabbi
- Walking Redwood City
- Waterwoman Knits
- Weaver of Grass
- Whiskey River
- Wood s lot
- Years That Answer
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. -- Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968)
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. -- Martin Buber (1878-1965)
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. -- Martin Buber (1878-1965)
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.
-- Robinson Jeffers
The true end of a war is the rebirth of life;
the right to die peacefully in your own bed.
The true end of war is the end of fear;
the true end of war is the return of laughter.
-- Alfred Molano
Enjoy every sandwich -- Warren Zevon (1947-2003)
Not in God's wilds will you ever hear the sad moan, "All is vanity." No, we are paid a thousand times for all our toil, and after a single day spent outdoors in their atmosphere of strength and beauty, one could still say, should death come — even without any hope of another life — "Thank you for this most glorious gift!" and pass on.
-- John Muir (1838-1914)
-- John Muir (1838-1914)
Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.
Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do?
Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.
Hugh Fennyman: How?
Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.
(lines from the film, "Shakespeare In Love")
Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do?
Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.
Hugh Fennyman: How?
Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.
(lines from the film, "Shakespeare In Love")
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- A real different frame of mind
- Talking 37th Dream (rumors of peace) Revisited
- Old Girl of the North Country Revisited
- A Birthday in June
- "Angel Brings What Is Desired" / "... I want to th...
- "... Meanwhile all the barns started talking to ea...
- A celebration of cartoons and cartoonists on a per...
- Baby Blue Eyes Blooming on a Grey June Day
- A Play Of Light During Caffeine Withdrawal
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- First Day Of June 2013
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1 comment:
Well, this got me to try the same with my blog and it leaves a strange taste in my mouth. But what the hell. Like stepping into the cold water and getting in regardless.
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