Wednesday, February 19, 2020

"... What's the matter with me, I don't have much to say ..." and then a Pileated Woodpecker made a surprise visit to my porch

In the 35 years that I have lived by Scudder Pond, it is highly unusual for a Pileated Woodpecker to appear at my suet feeder

"... Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
Who just couldn't help but cry ,,,"

(Bob Dylan, lyrics from "Watching the River Flow")

(Thanks to robin andrea for her Valentine's Day presentation of "One Day" and to Rosemarie for her good questions about crying in secret, both of which moved me to post today)

The truth is that I have more than enough to say and don't know where to start.  This is a start.  Sending love to all.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. – William Blake.

Sunday, February 9, 2020

Drunk/Sober History Meditation / Sun Breaks

While researching climate activist, Q'orianka Kilcher, I found that video. Sometimes humor gets the message across in the best of ways.

There haven't been many opportunities for walking lately, but we all try to get out during sun breaks.