Wednesday, December 29, 2021
From "An Irritable Métis" (Chris La Tray) / Late December 2021
Sunday, December 26, 2021
Honoring the long life of Desmond Tutu (1931-2021) in the early morning hours of a snowy day in late December
Saturday, December 25, 2021
... the close and holy darkness ...
Monday, December 20, 2021
In the last days before the Winter Solstice 2021
Friday, December 17, 2021
Joni shining
Let your little light shine
Shine on Wall Street and Vegas
Place your bets
Shine on the fishermen
With nothing in their nets
Shine on rising oceans and evaporating seas
Shine on our Frankenstein technologies
Shine on science
With its tunnel vision
Shine on fertile farmland
Buried under subdivisions
Let your little light shine
Let your little light shine
Shine on the dazzling darkness
That restores us in deep sleep
Shine on what we throw away
And what we keep
Shine on Reverend Pearson
Who threw away
The vain old God
kept Dickens and Rembrandt and Beethoven
And fresh plowed sod
Shine on good earth, good air, good water
And a safe place
For kids to play
Shine on bombs exploding
Half a mile away
Let your little light shine
Let your little light shine
Shine on world-wide traffic jams
Honking day and night
Shine on another asshole
Passing on the right!
Shine on the red light runners
Busy talking on their cell phones
Shine on the Catholic Church
And the prisons that it owns
Shine on all the Churches
They all love less and less
Shine on a hopeful girl
In a dreamy dress
Let your little light shine
Let your little light shine
Shine on good humor
Shine on good will
Shine on lousy leadership
Licensed to kill
Shine on dying soldiers
In patriotic pain
Shine on mass destruction
In some God's name!
Shine on the pioneers
Those seekers of mental health
Craving simplicity
They traveled inward
Past themselves...
May all their little lights shine
Thursday, December 16, 2021
Tuesday, December 14, 2021
Sunday, December 12, 2021
Women who renovate / "... I'm taking my time for a number of things that weren't important yesterday ..."
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go
I'm filling the cracks that ran though the door
and kept my mind from wandering
where it will go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
I'm right where I belong
I'm right where I belong
See the people standing there
who disagree and never win
and wonder why they don't get in my door
I'm painting my room in a colorful way,
and when my mind is wandering
there I will go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
I'm right where I belong
I'm right where I belong
Silly people run around
they worry me and never ask me
why they don't get past my door
I'm taking my time for a number of things
that weren't important yesterday
and I still go
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go
where it will go
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go
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As the end of 2021 approaches, I'm looking at some of the holes in my life, some of which don't need fixing. Sometimes it is good for rain to get in. Sometimes the holes do need fixing. This calls for discernment (-:
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A few days ago, while talking with a friend on the phone, I looked up to see a Great Blue Heron flying in the direction of my porch. The heron flew within 10 feet of my porch and then circled off to the left and across Scudder Pond and landed in one of the cherry trees that are on the far side of the trail that leads to Whatcom Falls Park.
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My friend with his grandson:
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My first blog post was on December 8, 2006. So many changes since then. So many changes still to come!