tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68777310885549976492024-03-13T23:17:29.802-07:0037th Dream/ Rumors of Peace at Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunriseamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comBlogger2345125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-50535947769577887832024-03-10T13:42:00.000-07:002024-03-10T13:42:24.124-07:00#41 of 52 Tiny Mandalas drawn with my non-dominant left hand (the true color here is elusive) / Devin Kelly's essay on falling and getting back up<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbH3or5S2bOr2BekIWlF_tzkGRAhv6PsHegzS7hMEx1Cnng-vmY0hAXgw3E9KyQHHhtgy97wMxwp0ns6lge8dcAHcTuhtfk4bBDIR_plGt0CvWeSucv83Y6ZCQo4hMnS7okQlx6MefdJJEECXUHTqDdSlwfU-6KS3qTnzvMyoDBili7T8xXyBbFe8qUcE/s4096/IMG_20240310_125430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4096" data-original-width="2304" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbH3or5S2bOr2BekIWlF_tzkGRAhv6PsHegzS7hMEx1Cnng-vmY0hAXgw3E9KyQHHhtgy97wMxwp0ns6lge8dcAHcTuhtfk4bBDIR_plGt0CvWeSucv83Y6ZCQo4hMnS7okQlx6MefdJJEECXUHTqDdSlwfU-6KS3qTnzvMyoDBili7T8xXyBbFe8qUcE/s320/IMG_20240310_125430.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The camera on my cell phone distorted the blues in this mandala. I wish you could see the true colors. Nothing I did with the edit function could remedy the discrepancy between the actual mandala and the photo image. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This reminds me of my recent experience with replacing the lenses in my glasses. The optician asked if I would like the new lenses on my old frames to have a blue light filter to protect my eyes during the hours I spend looking at my laptop. I said, "Sure." It took me about a week looking through those new lenses to realize that the blue light filter gave the world a yellowish tint, making everything, especially the sky look the way it looked before I had cataract surgery. The yellowish tint had a decidedly depressive effect on me. One afternoon I took the glasses off and realized that the world looked so much better. When I compared the view through the blue light filter and the true color of the sky, I was appalled by the way the filter diminished the beauty of the color of the sky. The relief I experienced at seeing the true color of the sky was astounding. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">When I called the optician's office, I was assured that they would replace the lenses at no cost. They had forgotten that they had told me that my frames could not sustain another change of lenses because those frames are 50 years old. All was not lost, however. Now I have a pair of glasses with lenses that are protecting my eyes (albeit with the color distortion) for the hours that I sit at my laptop, and I bought a new frame and had clear lenses inserted that allow me to see the true colors that I love so dearly.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2ecaYj14z3M" width="320" youtube-src-id="2ecaYj14z3M"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f0f0f; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">I love this song. Always will. It brings healing tears every time I hear it. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f0f0f; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f0f0f; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">*</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f0f0f; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f0f0f; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Grateful to have found Devin Kelly's Substack through a link from <a href="https://interimarrangements.blogspot.com/">Sabine's blog</a> and to have read the <a href="https://longreads.com/2024/03/07/stumbling-can-be-lovely-devin-kelly/?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email">essay</a> he linked to in <a href="https://ordinaryplots.substack.com/p/christina-olsons-the-thing-you-fear">today's post.</a></span></span></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-11399623642919189872024-03-05T14:37:00.000-08:002024-03-05T14:37:05.460-08:00How Bellingham celebrates its young artists / Tiny Mandala #40 / Harpo and the sun shining through the window<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrAJ0WTMJmmTabDWFZ6MYrNgVQake2eqFlT6Z-baL8Pw4BjleS01NF4YYDIcx14XjIJFmjuZlQy7W2I5xAYverpJtStFF3zdNZxwAr_AoamCR5DE59jFWsOBMRmQe5m86cDDro_r8K4MRyHs3gHPaYxijMbWpQp7_eIIR1QZq5_kaRwkuyUB50F_0JCs/s4096/IMG_20240226_103321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="4096" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrAJ0WTMJmmTabDWFZ6MYrNgVQake2eqFlT6Z-baL8Pw4BjleS01NF4YYDIcx14XjIJFmjuZlQy7W2I5xAYverpJtStFF3zdNZxwAr_AoamCR5DE59jFWsOBMRmQe5m86cDDro_r8K4MRyHs3gHPaYxijMbWpQp7_eIIR1QZq5_kaRwkuyUB50F_0JCs/s320/IMG_20240226_103321.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of the joys of my life is seeing the drawings and paintings of grade school children. The first photo shows a semi-permanent display at a bus stop next to the public library. The last three photos are of the rotating art work that is displayed at Trader Joe's grocery store. Currently on display are drawings of Frida Kahlo.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGgv1dKBnIf_wUUtXGdBA1A0aIhiQ9LFKf4m135iaIGuDDL6SA38nca7bUT3VZ7lm57nLeOewbXm8LKECVY5i1kvqhl013ncqttUmRxo7GXXsBB9aUi4r5BGlTphMAKPiNZ4GxdYyfXNLGZib6rOH3EaSSHO9Z6323_sqmRQ_rz4T8How0Mz7xL2qtmYI/s4096/IMG_20240129_085256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="4096" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGgv1dKBnIf_wUUtXGdBA1A0aIhiQ9LFKf4m135iaIGuDDL6SA38nca7bUT3VZ7lm57nLeOewbXm8LKECVY5i1kvqhl013ncqttUmRxo7GXXsBB9aUi4r5BGlTphMAKPiNZ4GxdYyfXNLGZib6rOH3EaSSHO9Z6323_sqmRQ_rz4T8How0Mz7xL2qtmYI/s320/IMG_20240129_085256.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOF-eSmbm3RV-880rIuOjVXL4_hN1h4gQc6FZktsGdOccU51QtlVTLErx5wcniHpXIZkRxlbKRRPmztex2c8K9EhpRZ2VUoriMVLCzoU-17OJ7Y-vFEZAb0enxadVE48-qIg35QhrJ36QozX6rqbPUdfVCXW2ge0lXfD6HeodyeAkxMAZEZYsfhK1Uz1c/s4096/IMG_20240129_085223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="4096" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOF-eSmbm3RV-880rIuOjVXL4_hN1h4gQc6FZktsGdOccU51QtlVTLErx5wcniHpXIZkRxlbKRRPmztex2c8K9EhpRZ2VUoriMVLCzoU-17OJ7Y-vFEZAb0enxadVE48-qIg35QhrJ36QozX6rqbPUdfVCXW2ge0lXfD6HeodyeAkxMAZEZYsfhK1Uz1c/s320/IMG_20240129_085223.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Every year there is a Children's Art Walk in downtown Bellingham where the street windows of the downtown businesses feature the work of Bellingham's young artists.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLeGT-PIZ92MncavVPmHSjPDwXHy6R6ouWlJlSITIbJvmFPtpWigMDhcbwPkub1kNEkXqmJJYUrbd1_y5M1fYMtJNGx8TM4LUWV6JsR-4-E0njbWGRa4qllGndDAHbsfnHwmwdit_AKCpq2s_Xq2_Ncp7iBxxcWSRwdbRgDf5nz8lU3D5RsOXovo2luAU/s2000/CAW-Poster-2024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1294" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLeGT-PIZ92MncavVPmHSjPDwXHy6R6ouWlJlSITIbJvmFPtpWigMDhcbwPkub1kNEkXqmJJYUrbd1_y5M1fYMtJNGx8TM4LUWV6JsR-4-E0njbWGRa4qllGndDAHbsfnHwmwdit_AKCpq2s_Xq2_Ncp7iBxxcWSRwdbRgDf5nz8lU3D5RsOXovo2luAU/s320/CAW-Poster-2024.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ic34785H7Hw" width="320" youtube-src-id="ic34785H7Hw"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just finished Tiny Mandala #40:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJhYGXN3mor3kNXvzLq9yIG1OGvV6HQ_Mehf1EcEVyGYVry6KYdh5vZ4Sy5VMuyR8o8_Ffb6nmo2pBInOuZWxCdSywCfd0UAsSLE6XcNa7ziHRccfIfPrCbJbOku5VsIhEM69TA2PMLFtglmjrNosVFU51eA63-_OV7ty5W9cpwXnjezhghNEFvO-xQxA/s4096/IMG_20240304_090213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4096" data-original-width="2304" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJhYGXN3mor3kNXvzLq9yIG1OGvV6HQ_Mehf1EcEVyGYVry6KYdh5vZ4Sy5VMuyR8o8_Ffb6nmo2pBInOuZWxCdSywCfd0UAsSLE6XcNa7ziHRccfIfPrCbJbOku5VsIhEM69TA2PMLFtglmjrNosVFU51eA63-_OV7ty5W9cpwXnjezhghNEFvO-xQxA/s320/IMG_20240304_090213.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6bj-FQ0Jn8_X97nXMIv1r5kIB7RGIzGXuYKQtSgo9kta8wuCWPoTmFf-ICkJmUNd9aAbT43TGuH_-mTSip19FAxt8lB9EulPcX2f6HWfYJ7SHxkYmdyKQ1rllY8XoPNndAdaibf_mjEoGt42HKFis9sQ30hqkGQygPpaqveG4G74VpEEhGwWwUTimm8/s4096/IMG_20240304_092738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="4096" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6bj-FQ0Jn8_X97nXMIv1r5kIB7RGIzGXuYKQtSgo9kta8wuCWPoTmFf-ICkJmUNd9aAbT43TGuH_-mTSip19FAxt8lB9EulPcX2f6HWfYJ7SHxkYmdyKQ1rllY8XoPNndAdaibf_mjEoGt42HKFis9sQ30hqkGQygPpaqveG4G74VpEEhGwWwUTimm8/s320/IMG_20240304_092738.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On to #41:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLO20AjA8OkhRt5Ieq1IwVbew0apmgTr16PYUb501Ughy2xrt6ZJLU034M1zkyXTzBfAmkFdBWpYEMWHeWAjit7M1BzjQUg4rdPhXbKnR7Tv0-3rfwYSlJZDZmexXHamZbQ15IVeaZE4suOpBpkw6HQklkafd47-8HuDKcophEAnt7UDBn6j5eXXmacs/s4096/IMG_20240304_092849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="4096" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLO20AjA8OkhRt5Ieq1IwVbew0apmgTr16PYUb501Ughy2xrt6ZJLU034M1zkyXTzBfAmkFdBWpYEMWHeWAjit7M1BzjQUg4rdPhXbKnR7Tv0-3rfwYSlJZDZmexXHamZbQ15IVeaZE4suOpBpkw6HQklkafd47-8HuDKcophEAnt7UDBn6j5eXXmacs/s320/IMG_20240304_092849.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gave away to an artist friend one of the fifty-three 4 x 4 pieces of printmaking paper that I've been using for the Tiny Mandala series. Now I will have one Tiny Mandala for each month of the year. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Although we've had some sunshine, it's still quite cold here. Shortly after I took this photo, Harpo moved to a few feet forward to a sunny spot near the porch door where he stretched out in the sun.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl1DxuE_qmj7nIFuk2TJT0_UtGjtkjv-yn_udxQ3CwjFvp8hlVsAgQHlsje_dqgPkfm107lDZ0TTFkwb6wUXzBv6RiwGxZWLOp7xnIL8nxbPb_XpiYadhQO24bNm02ylNgBK275tf6B8N-TSa6kiHE-dVfSBBPtlWOm2U7nXXgBHs8kZTEGhIPCXG3H0/s3128/IMG_20240305_092957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2241" data-original-width="3128" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl1DxuE_qmj7nIFuk2TJT0_UtGjtkjv-yn_udxQ3CwjFvp8hlVsAgQHlsje_dqgPkfm107lDZ0TTFkwb6wUXzBv6RiwGxZWLOp7xnIL8nxbPb_XpiYadhQO24bNm02ylNgBK275tf6B8N-TSa6kiHE-dVfSBBPtlWOm2U7nXXgBHs8kZTEGhIPCXG3H0/s320/IMG_20240305_092957.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-11806393802549387442024-03-02T15:00:00.000-08:002024-03-02T15:00:03.390-08:00Snowing<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iJegfVecmNk" width="320" youtube-src-id="iJegfVecmNk"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-57421550771917049172024-02-25T07:42:00.000-08:002024-02-25T07:46:35.592-08:00Remembering Wilma Pearl Mankiller, listening to sounds before late February sunrise, welcoming Harpo the Nomad who found a home with me on Valentine's Day 2024<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/sIUppVKoNvM" width="320" youtube-src-id="sIUppVKoNvM"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Well worth your time if you haven't already seen this 57-minute film which was brought to my attention recently. Our public library had a copy that I just finished watching this morning before sunrise.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; text-align: left;">*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span color="rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.9)" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">I want to be remembered as the person who helped us restore faith in ourselves. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span color="rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.9)" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">(<a href="https://www.mankillerdoc.com/">Wilma Mankiller</a>)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span color="rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.9)" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span color="rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.9)" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">*</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span color="rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.9)" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; text-align: left;">I learned a long time ago that I can't control the challenges the creator sends my way, but I can control the way I think about them and deal with them.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; text-align: left;"> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; text-align: left;">(</span><span class="authorOrTitle" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">Wilma Mankiller)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span class="authorOrTitle" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span class="authorOrTitle" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; text-align: left;">*</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span class="authorOrTitle" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">During the long healing process, I fell back on my Cherokee ways and adopted what our elders call "a Cherokee approach" to life. They say it is "being of good mind." That means one has to think positively, to take what is handed out and turn it into a better path.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">(Wilma Mankiller)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span class="authorOrTitle" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span class="authorOrTitle" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">*</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span class="authorOrTitle" style="background-color: white; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"The sun was gone, but he had left his footprints in the sky."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(from <i>Their Eyes Were Watching God</i>)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"She jumped at the sun."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(from the narration of the excellent PBS documentary)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZuXrfIF-NMgH28kQSQ8H0qf9DD1pISORCNQN76PoiAqePdoWTRAyybDcSMDk3POhaiJMK6yBZ6edZMMc1EQiy22QoO-w-yOo91NnnGip6_W4acccQiHfX_YK12tukjW1RbW2ENoOVvtAqUKMxPE_zC7h7lNdcnbC0oqNQsjIBfCLbiN4ARtdS7zrbMjc/s1041/WomanLookingUp2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1041" data-original-width="702" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZuXrfIF-NMgH28kQSQ8H0qf9DD1pISORCNQN76PoiAqePdoWTRAyybDcSMDk3POhaiJMK6yBZ6edZMMc1EQiy22QoO-w-yOo91NnnGip6_W4acccQiHfX_YK12tukjW1RbW2ENoOVvtAqUKMxPE_zC7h7lNdcnbC0oqNQsjIBfCLbiN4ARtdS7zrbMjc/s320/WomanLookingUp2.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Woman Looking Up," from 1984, was inspired by having read one of <a href="https://www.talking37thdream.com.37thdream.com/2007/01/woman-looking-up-1984.html">Zora Neale Hurston</a>'s books. I'm grateful to have read <i>Their Eyes Were Watching God </i>in the 1980s at a time when I needed a perspective on life that could sustain me for years to come and then to be reacquainted with Zora Neale Hurston through this documentary.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-27283546247320436702024-02-15T07:15:00.000-08:002024-02-16T16:22:34.547-08:00All the hearts<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSICwX7OYEqUvOSgiZR4UuB0dHD0tpbB5pZ4r41mimJuLz8KfSflRZhPtTtKjxOpu2eI3X9S0FwqkLzn9Pe40DSNAQDtwYKriM41kJB4_xjbSLjIj0tGV_L6Cw-3BiMpgBFeLBm1lci6BzGNSIr9DFTxI2BKvBDIKu2vfEnVMmwlD63KHbG9_ak1Sg2HE/s500/tumblr_f7a03c9c1c51ffab98950fc0b5bd8cf0_a25936f8_500.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="341" data-original-width="500" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSICwX7OYEqUvOSgiZR4UuB0dHD0tpbB5pZ4r41mimJuLz8KfSflRZhPtTtKjxOpu2eI3X9S0FwqkLzn9Pe40DSNAQDtwYKriM41kJB4_xjbSLjIj0tGV_L6Cw-3BiMpgBFeLBm1lci6BzGNSIr9DFTxI2BKvBDIKu2vfEnVMmwlD63KHbG9_ak1Sg2HE/s320/tumblr_f7a03c9c1c51ffab98950fc0b5bd8cf0_a25936f8_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"<a href="https://dreaminginthedeepsouth.tumblr.com/post/742306044799336448/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-i-carry-it-in-my">I carry your heart with me</a>"<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you to <a href="https://dreaminginthedeepsouth.tumblr.com/post/742306044799336448/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-i-carry-it-in-my">Beth</a> for bring this to my attention on Tumblr.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-37316314070478901122024-02-10T02:24:00.000-08:002024-02-10T03:28:15.574-08:00New Morning by the Cosmic Sea<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/cU_MH9oAhnc" width="320" youtube-src-id="cU_MH9oAhnc"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Morning">"New Morning"</a> was released a few months before R returned from Vietnam in early December 1970. As with all Bob Dylan albums, I listened to it again and again. In those days, I was listening to albums on my turntable and could put albums on continuous repeat for hours on end. After R died in 2008, <a href="https://www.talking37thdream.com.37thdream.com/2008/05/just-to-be-alive.html">something</a> astonishing happened. I wrote about it on my blog a month and a day after R died:<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">Last week, I finally was able to go to the photo lab in downtown Bellingham so I could order some prints of my old friend and his art work to send to his sister. As I was standing at the counter trying to explain my project, I heard Bob Dylan singing. I stopped talking to listen to him sing. When I tried to talk again, I couldn't because I started crying. The young woman clerk was playing Bob Dylan's album, "New Morning," which is what I listened while my old friend was in Vietnam and what we listened to during the short time we lived together in 1971. The clerk was playing the ALBUM (!) on a turntable and handed the album cover to me. More than a coincidence. How else could that happen? "New Morning" is a great album. Ends with a beautiful song to God called "Father of Night." The song that made me start to cry is "If Not For You."</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">Now it's "New Morning In The North Country."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The first time I heard the words "cosmic sea" was in the song "If Dogs Run Free" on that album. This early morning, the words "cosmic sea" came to me again, and then I remembered the poem Patti Smith wrote in response to "If Dogs Run Free" and was overjoyed to find this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zAlyKRZ-m0c" width="320" youtube-src-id="zAlyKRZ-m0c"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">have you seen</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dylan's dog</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it got wings</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it can fly</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">when it lands like a clown</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">he's the only </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">thing allowed</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to look dylan in the eye</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(from Patti Smith's poem)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Down the street the dogs are barking and the day is a-getting dark ..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(lyrics from Bob Dylan's "One Too Many Mornings")</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's 3 a.m. here. After 6 hours of sleep, I woke up just before midnight and have been awake since then. It's been a fruitful time. The first day of the Year of the Dragon. My mother was born in 1916, a Year of the Dragon. She made a large stained-glass window of a dragon that looked very much like the dragon on the Google doodle for today. After my mother died, her stained-glass dragon was given to a Chinese woman friend of hers. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgro1CGoVfuk9qUdVVA43j5WaB-f4KSHmfQJjwsm5niFZ-srVAd3FSiVgxdz5mo1Y0wM8nYxc6txrpgmcgkh4zngw1IUNxCvHJrfhyQO-04C51_Q2PKfC6O1GUG23KrdDJxM2yJEbko_zGeMKIN2z09Rbdx6-3_esKkd3-tFFRTvbtZ7MdaKN5KhUcdTrw/s500/lunar-new-year-2024-hk-vn-sg-6753651837109996-law.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="500" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgro1CGoVfuk9qUdVVA43j5WaB-f4KSHmfQJjwsm5niFZ-srVAd3FSiVgxdz5mo1Y0wM8nYxc6txrpgmcgkh4zngw1IUNxCvHJrfhyQO-04C51_Q2PKfC6O1GUG23KrdDJxM2yJEbko_zGeMKIN2z09Rbdx6-3_esKkd3-tFFRTvbtZ7MdaKN5KhUcdTrw/s320/lunar-new-year-2024-hk-vn-sg-6753651837109996-law.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-4451668440376019622024-02-09T11:42:00.000-08:002024-02-09T11:42:50.529-08:00"Sow Good Seeds"<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXLKbtrBpXZIO0bfYAViJqfsgCufuK7Cknqv_qMEsIjnFPlJscVleuTUzHkedeuYnGqYGOls1vtCsgmzZkkpfP4lMp_sCqnpznFwQK_nZV2seoaS5YZg9YMQyKngKpG4Yp4nnillixJLVlq54YyI4YMjmIOWn4EKj79kjq9-ryrXGCC5BwBPz0MwnAx4k/s1200/91603dd7-1940-1daa-efe9-31e56d0717a6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXLKbtrBpXZIO0bfYAViJqfsgCufuK7Cknqv_qMEsIjnFPlJscVleuTUzHkedeuYnGqYGOls1vtCsgmzZkkpfP4lMp_sCqnpznFwQK_nZV2seoaS5YZg9YMQyKngKpG4Yp4nnillixJLVlq54YyI4YMjmIOWn4EKj79kjq9-ryrXGCC5BwBPz0MwnAx4k/s320/91603dd7-1940-1daa-efe9-31e56d0717a6.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.nobelprize.org/prizes/peace/1980/esquivel/facts/">Adolfo Pérez Esquivel</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://mailchi.mp/starcross.org/friday-reflection-8489476?e=f55d5e0f07">This</a> is where I found that quote and here is more of what I read today.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: lora, georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 16px;">Planting trees early in spring, <br />we make a place for birds to sing <br />in time to come. How do we know? <br />They are singing here now. <br />There is no other guarantee <br />that singing will ever be.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: lora, georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020; font-family: lora, georgia, times new roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">(Wendell Berry, from "For The Future")</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020; font-family: lora, georgia, times new roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020; font-family: lora, georgia, times new roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">*</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020; font-family: lora, georgia, times new roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020; font-family: lora, georgia, times new roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">This song that came to mind:</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020; font-family: lora, georgia, times new roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020; font-family: lora, georgia, times new roman, serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/24AG4nJoigA" width="320" youtube-src-id="24AG4nJoigA"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-71203121867340324152024-02-08T08:04:00.000-08:002024-02-08T08:04:53.923-08:00Music for Tiny Mandalas #38 and #39 of 53<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Y4Cj__jfK8g" width="320" youtube-src-id="Y4Cj__jfK8g"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqRH8ab4Q0T233tND43v2nrIcmUIigiI2OB2pfoEhqdBZli3BnfK9V7RhnRY7VEi2Fjq8HIpZxejWSmodoCIFjMSiVZCg0oPAhxQ_a4FTVM7d-_JyavIzAo2nrxvKjcWYS2CSI5vK6y_hl67Wv7HBRfKqRajogvGrYjIVaT2_3XmOnZTypBhKF2Uulf4M/s4096/IMG_20240208_080215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-62208543958812082102024-02-04T09:19:00.000-08:002024-02-04T09:30:14.297-08:00Dance of joy before and after dreams<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uCBwq79CsfU" width="320" youtube-src-id="uCBwq79CsfU"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Years ago I began having a recurring <a href="https://www.talking37thdream.com.37thdream.com/2014/06/long-nights-journey-into-day.html">dream</a> that I was away from home but not in any danger. Usually I was alone but not always. As it began to get dark, I started to return home. Always I would eventually realize that it was impossible to get home before dark. Sometimes home was a thousand miles aways. Sometimes it was only a few blocks away, but there were insurmountable obstacles between me and home. Unsettling as this was, I began to be philosophical and accept the truth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A few nights ago that dream came to me again:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This time I was not all that far from home, just a few miles east of my home at the west end of Lake Whatcom, the 14-mile-long lake that is just a few minutes walk away. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuqaqmTsUMkqmvZvJfOpnNmAwsAZ2G1bJ2SMMbnzTt62CU4Fb_Qe6lSIIIw6-tALrwB67qUisfaoKub-b2-NgJMZwn2WHXVpab_hftTpjymSN_XzybMb5HsupgT2I3edRpdGR1dAY7yVj2ZZpPBUoePKD3-xgG7Ic0IZvDiLa6u-gCyeWz67hLGomWPN0/s320/IMG_20240201_162507%20(2).jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="320" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuqaqmTsUMkqmvZvJfOpnNmAwsAZ2G1bJ2SMMbnzTt62CU4Fb_Qe6lSIIIw6-tALrwB67qUisfaoKub-b2-NgJMZwn2WHXVpab_hftTpjymSN_XzybMb5HsupgT2I3edRpdGR1dAY7yVj2ZZpPBUoePKD3-xgG7Ic0IZvDiLa6u-gCyeWz67hLGomWPN0/s1600/IMG_20240201_162507%20(2).jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(A few afternoons ago, looking east from my porch towards Lake Whatcom and the mountains beyond)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I was walking west in a counter-clockwise direction toward home. After some time passed, I was surprised to see that the landscape no longer looked familiar. It appeared that I was in Eastern Washington rather than Western Washington. I love the landscape in Eastern Washington and although I was surprised, I wasn't disturbed. Still, it was getting late in the day and I realized how far from home I was. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Unlike what I had been seeing in Western Washington, I saw no trees anywhere. I saw beautiful bare hills and blue sky. Looking out on what I still considered to be Lake Whatcom, I wondered if there were a bridge ahead where I could cross and get back to Western Washington, which now was east of where I had walked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Ahead of me, a small resort appeared in the distance, set on a hillside. There weren't many people there, but I felt sure that someone would be able to help me find my way home again. Each person I spoke with was kind but unable to guide me back to Western Washington before dark. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once again I felt philosophical, accepting that I would not able to get home before night. I seemed to be in a safe place with safe people. As I walked down the hillside toward the lake, I saw a woman I didn't know who was walking up the hill. As she approached, she smiled and said, "Hi Amanda." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was startled because I couldn't imagine how she could know my name <i>and then I realized I was dreaming</i>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>I knew I would wake up and be home.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>*</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last night before I went to bed I found the video of the two people dancing. It brought me joy. My night was filled with dreams. I slept much longer than usual. The only dream I remember is the last one. In that dream, it was night and I was in safe place with safe people when I was told that someone had come in the night looking for me and that she was out on the porch waiting to talk with me. This is a person who shouldn't be driving at all, much less driving at night. This is a person with compromised judgment due to early dementia. This is a person I care about and feel concerned for but feel sadly inadequate in terms of being able to help her. I knew I would have to gently and respectfully confront her about her driving and let her know once again that my ability to help her is limited. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Coincidentally, she was once a dancer. This is my vision for her:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uCBwq79CsfU" width="320" youtube-src-id="uCBwq79CsfU"></iframe></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-38477528046122184742024-01-31T08:21:00.000-08:002024-01-31T08:21:38.071-08:00500 little redwood trees<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg55XDpdpN15ZhebDp5NGaDW7h1zzFv8crUnZIUSjxu9s7_ZnlLRjfgIa_R8ckYi5PT8pXjZ92JbC3VKYENNwu-Sp7vMuzFk9bJPbVHgTOSbAgnJXC8UE-qh81PBlYMgDhKGvrd8BSS6P7_4dcptusrJa1JU-W-w-eevEN7j6th7P1LIYWbuWGrbS_eKhQ/s1024/28ead743-3145-ab6f-0ca0-3e210ae4859e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://mailchi.mp/starcross.org/weekly-walk-8489436?e=f55d5e0f07">"It pleases me greatly to know that some of these trees will grow and thrive and continue to bless people and the environment for many years to come."</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Sister Julie of Starcross Community)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nyjW9aGSOI">Van Morrison</a> lyrics:<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Oh redwood tree</div><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Please let us under</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">When we were young we used to go</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Under the redwood tree</div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="ujudUb WRZytc" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: start;"><div style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;">And it smells like rain</div><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe even thunder</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Won't you keep us from all harm</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;">Wonderful redwood tree</div><div style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;">From <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Redwood_Tree_(song)#:~:text=In%20April%201971%20Morrison%20and,Francisco%2C%20with%20redwood%20trees%20nearby.">Wiki</a>:</div><div style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">In April 1971 Morrison and his family moved to </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marin_County,_California" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #3366cc; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Marin County, California">Marin County, California</a><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">, before he recorded his previous album, </span><i style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tupelo_Honey" style="background: none; color: #3366cc; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Tupelo Honey">Tupelo Honey</a></i><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">.</span><span style="font-size: 11.2px; text-wrap: nowrap;"> </span></span><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">Their new home was on the side of a hill in rural countryside close to San Francisco, with </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cupressaceae" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #3366cc; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Cupressaceae">redwood</a><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;"> trees nearby.</span></div><div style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start;">"Redwood Tree" is a song of reconciliation, which seems to graft Van's Belfast childhood onto California, where redwoods actually grow, "Keep us from all harm", an invocation to the spirit of the ancient wood.</span></div><div style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11.2px; text-align: start; text-wrap: nowrap;">(</span><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start; text-wrap: nowrap;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Brian Hinton)</span></span></div><div style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start; text-wrap: nowrap;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start; text-wrap: nowrap;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></span></div><div style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start; text-wrap: nowrap;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="text-wrap: nowrap;">Could that song have inspired the creation of the largest <a href="Surprisingly, recent scientific analysis has revealed that Redwoods were native to Ireland before the ice age about three million years ago. The world has changed a lot since then, and they cannot now be considered as ‘native’ Irish species, but their history should not be forgotten.">redwood</a> forest outside of the United States"</span></span></div><div style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start; text-wrap: nowrap;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #202124; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; text-align: start; text-wrap: nowrap;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://crann.ie/article/what-is-the-giants-grove/#:~:text=The%20Giants%20Grove%20is%20a,tallest%20tree%20species%20on%20Earth.">What is the Giants Grove?</a><br /></span></span></div></span></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Having grown up in the company of redwood trees, not all that far south of where Van Morrison and his family lived in 1971, I'm delighted to learn that Van Morrison, too, experienced redwood trees as protectors. My request to my family and friends is that my ashes be placed at the base of a local coast redwood tree, one of very few in this part of the world and dear to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-91622005970137777672024-01-29T05:54:00.000-08:002024-01-29T07:07:36.684-08:00Refuge / Shelter<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHwBg4MylBeWqLqkc_PtdgUtPoEvSh6YsuIrjWnDDyTU9HCZJTII9FrFcqpmh8426iH5k1g8qxVZJiMtV6MRKUQvVbUxEkf3oAOkabHD27FBiaEMu4BAqBRC8pTkGyZo-2Ws-FLOQX4ESUMUC-v7dvHBLj5DOsrOh6hhGoWlIarBV0PiA5kzoUpqDxRY/s4096/IMG_20240129_050957.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4096" data-original-width="2304" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHwBg4MylBeWqLqkc_PtdgUtPoEvSh6YsuIrjWnDDyTU9HCZJTII9FrFcqpmh8426iH5k1g8qxVZJiMtV6MRKUQvVbUxEkf3oAOkabHD27FBiaEMu4BAqBRC8pTkGyZo-2Ws-FLOQX4ESUMUC-v7dvHBLj5DOsrOh6hhGoWlIarBV0PiA5kzoUpqDxRY/s320/IMG_20240129_050957.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;">Have been feeling edgy. The weather outside has not been good for walking. My inner weather has not been good for much that usually is a positive part of my daily experience. The weather of the world is troubling. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I woke up this morning, I felt lost. I felt that I needed help to meet the day. I asked for help. Something got me out of bed and into my living room where I looked at my drawing table and knew what to do. I finished Tiny Mandala #38, started working on Tiny Mandala #39 and then looked around my place of refuge, my shelter from the storm. Not alone. Never alone. In good company. From time out of mind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRTYzkEpLhDSEnl7Qrwx1FP040_CDZjkXY_USJoejSvBtWbXuwQ8MRDE0DT1M1I-f1D9vrCebIQirWlqFKmdrW7rCsGJDMArHnKpy_rDwPvc-DbMP3HBVjkXcAwcwYPTAQ-rVjPI5PN7eDl58nCvsiMP6luxZyErsU9Q9wOEIBL9RCGw8NiCR3ZkUunM/s1200/7f3a077cd3d07c9fcf64f6053025a86385492d7a-1417x946.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1200" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRTYzkEpLhDSEnl7Qrwx1FP040_CDZjkXY_USJoejSvBtWbXuwQ8MRDE0DT1M1I-f1D9vrCebIQirWlqFKmdrW7rCsGJDMArHnKpy_rDwPvc-DbMP3HBVjkXcAwcwYPTAQ-rVjPI5PN7eDl58nCvsiMP6luxZyErsU9Q9wOEIBL9RCGw8NiCR3ZkUunM/s320/7f3a077cd3d07c9fcf64f6053025a86385492d7a-1417x946.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.2em; margin: 1em 0px 0px; text-rendering: optimizelegibility; white-space-collapse: preserve;">ar scáth a chéile a mhaireas na daoine</h3></div></span></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-63171485698897268042024-01-28T06:51:00.000-08:002024-01-28T10:20:20.235-08:00Mandalas meet Ultra Deep Field <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1k0MMxhOVpA" width="320" youtube-src-id="1k0MMxhOVpA"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/SUyDcyHpFhc" width="320" youtube-src-id="SUyDcyHpFhc"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;">That's Tiny Mandala #38 of 53 in progress</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Someone left a wonderful book on the free bookshelf in the mailroom of the condominium complex where I live. That's where I learned about the Ultra Deep Field. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Love-Physics-Rainbow-Journey-Through/dp/145160713X">For the Love of Physics: From the End of the Rainbow to the Edge of Time - A Journey Through the Wonders of Physics</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGvHYXf1XuxXNNZjwFSvQClRkWD6a53R0few_9tb291RyCQqBXd0k_Q47xvKaoZYk-nB-EaohKXBX6tfW85J9iGzyo0R4Jvicc-iAepFM5zozMY8WPyiE6wRB646tmb0awwOuaCTLNodk4VhYmvjBMuBt_1Ky0XdHW4YvSv2Wp5Ihjn_jL5ufb6i6f0lc/s350/41uC0TV3VwL._SL350_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="233" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGvHYXf1XuxXNNZjwFSvQClRkWD6a53R0few_9tb291RyCQqBXd0k_Q47xvKaoZYk-nB-EaohKXBX6tfW85J9iGzyo0R4Jvicc-iAepFM5zozMY8WPyiE6wRB646tmb0awwOuaCTLNodk4VhYmvjBMuBt_1Ky0XdHW4YvSv2Wp5Ihjn_jL5ufb6i6f0lc/s320/41uC0TV3VwL._SL350_.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm also reading <i>Killers of the Flower Moon (by David Grann, from the public library), The Varieties of Religious Experience (by William James), God Talks with Arjuna: The Bhagavada Gita (by Paramahansa Yogananda, indirectly recommended by George Harrison), The Gift: Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World (by Lewis Hyde), Opening to You: Zen-Inspired Translations of the Psalms (by Norman Fischer)</i></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just learned about Werner Herzog's memoir, <span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><i>Every Man for Himself and God Against All</i>, </span>and have that on hold at the public library. I'm #12 in line. That will give me time to finish the other books.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Doing my best to keep my balance in these troubled times that seem to have no beginning and no end, not forgetting the joy which has no beginning and no end.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.tumblr.com/memewhore/679979656192098304?source=share">Joy</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Make sure to turn on sound. I almost didn't)</div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-47910835661968960672024-01-21T08:21:00.000-08:002024-01-21T08:21:02.944-08:00"... now you will uncode all landscapes ..."<div class="k31gt" style="background-color: white; border: none; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Favorit, "Helvetica Neue", HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variant-position: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin: 8px 0px 15px; min-height: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: var(--post-padding); padding-right: var(--post-padding); padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve; width: 540px; word-break: break-word;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UZ9YhaTjqSU" width="320" youtube-src-id="UZ9YhaTjqSU"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you to <a href="https://dreaminginthedeepsouth.tumblr.com/post/740129007031533568/this-is-the-time-to-be-slow-lie-low-to-the">Beth</a> for posting this poem on her Tumblr </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">page some time ago. I've meant to post it ever since.</div></div>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-44038024151366981672024-01-19T10:26:00.000-08:002024-01-19T10:26:26.054-08:00Celebrating Janis Joplin's 81st Birthday with gratitude<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/c7CtqwyxHM0" width="320" youtube-src-id="c7CtqwyxHM0"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Janis Joplin's unexpected death on October 4, 1970, was a turning point in my life and in the lives of many of those in our generation. I had wanted to be just like her and now I just wanted to be alive. I had just had my 21st birthday a few days earlier and could drink legally. Upon her death, I had the thought that perhaps drinking wasn't was a particularly good idea for me. I told myself I would be more careful than Janis had been with alcohol and would not use any hard drugs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know I've told these stories before but need to keep telling them because each time I tell them I realize something that didn't occur to me on the previous telling.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At the time of Janis' death, R was in the last months of his year serving as an Army helicopter mechanic in Vietnam. Jimi Hendrix had died unexpectedly a few weeks earlier on September 18. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In the early morning hours of December 7, 1970, the day R returned from Vietnam, we took some LSD that his older brother (also an Army veteran) had given to us and drove west in my Volkswagen to Half Moon Bay where his parents and seven younger siblings lived. R was the third oldest in that family of ten children and the last to serve in the military. His father had been in the Navy in Pearl Harbor when it was bombed on December 7, 1941. As we approached Crystal Springs reservoir, I heard the heartening sound of an acoustic guitar followed by Janis Joplin's clear voice coming from the car radio. She was singing in a way I hadn't heard before but her voice was unmistakable. That was my introduction to "Me and Bobbie McGee." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was also the beginning of a nightmarish period in my life. My living nightmare eventually came to an end. R's nightmare went on and on until he died at age 58, having spent his last months in a VA hospital after suffering a brainstem stroke as a result of his drug and alcohol use. It's occurring to me that R and Janis Joplin had much in common in the suffering that alcoholism and drug addiction brought to their lives and in their unmet desire for peace of mind and heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've had two vivid two dreams about Janis Joplin since she died. In one, she was in recovery from alcoholism, celebrating life in the company of other recovering alcoholics. In the other dream, just before the turn of the century, Janis Joplin looked at me in a thoughtful way and said, "Please kiss the 21st century for me." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Zharoff">Elizabeth Zharoff</a> was born 16 years after Janis </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Joplin died. She had not heard Janis' voice until 6 months ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/e_FjWhlcV40" width="320" youtube-src-id="e_FjWhlcV40"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you, Janis Joplin. Your extraordinary voice is still with us. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-16622988111064186312024-01-18T18:24:00.000-08:002024-01-18T18:24:36.376-08:00Celebrating the art work of Nikki McClure / "... It's just a piece of paper ..."<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/fPCEZin6uTc" width="320" youtube-src-id="fPCEZin6uTc"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div aria-hidden="true" class="segment-start-offset style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; display: var(--ytd-transcript-segment-time-display); font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px 16px 0px 12px; padding: 0px;" tabindex="-1"><div class="segment-timestamp style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border-radius: 4px; border: 0px; color: var(--yt-spec-call-to-action); font-size: 1.3rem; line-height: 1.8rem; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px;"> 3:54 <span style="color: var(--yt-spec-text-primary); font-size: 1.2rem;">CAT WISE: How do you know where to cut to make the image reveal itself?</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><ytd-transcript-segment-renderer class="style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-list-renderer" rounded-container="" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: start;"><div aria-label="3 minutes, 59 seconds NIKKI MCCLURE: I don't. You just have to trust it." class="segment style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" role="button" style="align-items: baseline; background: transparent; border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: flex; flex-direction: row; font-size: 1.2rem; line-height: 1.8rem; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 12px 16px 8px 4px; position: relative;" tabindex="0"><div aria-hidden="true" class="segment-start-offset style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; display: var(--ytd-transcript-segment-time-display); margin: 0px 16px 0px 12px; padding: 0px;" tabindex="-1"><div class="segment-timestamp style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: var(--yt-spec-suggested-action); background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border-radius: 4px; border: 0px; color: var(--yt-spec-call-to-action); font-size: 1.3rem; line-height: 1.8rem; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px;">3:59</div></div><yt-formatted-string aria-hidden="true" class="segment-text style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="color: var(--yt-spec-text-primary); margin-left: var(--ytd-transcript-segment-text-margin-left); overflow-wrap: break-word; width: 303.741px;" tabindex="-1">NIKKI MCCLURE: I don't. You just have to trust it.</yt-formatted-string></div></ytd-transcript-segment-renderer><ytd-transcript-segment-renderer class="style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-list-renderer active" rounded-container="" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: start;"><div aria-label="4 minutes, 2 seconds What I really like about this process
is that there are so many mistakes made." class="segment style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" role="button" style="align-items: baseline; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: var(--yt-spec-badge-chip-background); background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: flex; flex-direction: row; font-size: 1.2rem; line-height: 1.8rem; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 12px 16px 8px 4px; position: relative;" tabindex="0"><div aria-hidden="true" class="segment-start-offset style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; display: var(--ytd-transcript-segment-time-display); margin: 0px 16px 0px 12px; padding: 0px;" tabindex="-1"><div class="segment-timestamp style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: var(--yt-spec-suggested-action); background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border-radius: 4px; border: 0px; color: var(--yt-spec-call-to-action); font-size: 1.3rem; line-height: 1.8rem; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px;">4:02</div></div><yt-formatted-string aria-hidden="true" class="segment-text style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="color: var(--yt-spec-text-primary); margin-left: var(--ytd-transcript-segment-text-margin-left); overflow-wrap: break-word; width: 303.741px;" tabindex="-1">What I really like about this process is that there are so many mistakes made.</yt-formatted-string></div></ytd-transcript-segment-renderer><ytd-transcript-segment-renderer class="style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-list-renderer" rounded-container="" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: start;"><div aria-label="4 minutes, 7 seconds CAT WISE: Really?" class="segment style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" role="button" style="align-items: baseline; background: transparent; border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: flex; flex-direction: row; font-size: 1.2rem; line-height: 1.8rem; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 12px 16px 8px 4px; position: relative;" tabindex="0"><div aria-hidden="true" class="segment-start-offset style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; display: var(--ytd-transcript-segment-time-display); margin: 0px 16px 0px 12px; padding: 0px;" tabindex="-1"><div class="segment-timestamp style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: var(--yt-spec-suggested-action); background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border-radius: 4px; border: 0px; color: var(--yt-spec-call-to-action); font-size: 1.3rem; line-height: 1.8rem; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px;">4:07</div></div><yt-formatted-string aria-hidden="true" class="segment-text style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="color: var(--yt-spec-text-primary); margin-left: var(--ytd-transcript-segment-text-margin-left); overflow-wrap: break-word; width: 303.741px;" tabindex="-1">CAT WISE: Really?</yt-formatted-string></div></ytd-transcript-segment-renderer><ytd-transcript-segment-renderer class="style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-list-renderer" rounded-container="" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: start;"><div aria-label="4 minutes, 7 seconds NIKKI MCCLURE: And that you are making
mistakes over time, in the sense of like, oh, " class="segment style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" role="button" style="align-items: baseline; background: transparent; border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: flex; flex-direction: row; font-size: 1.2rem; line-height: 1.8rem; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 12px 16px 8px 4px; position: relative;" tabindex="0"><div aria-hidden="true" class="segment-start-offset style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; display: var(--ytd-transcript-segment-time-display); margin: 0px 16px 0px 12px; padding: 0px;" tabindex="-1"><div class="segment-timestamp style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: var(--yt-spec-suggested-action); background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border-radius: 4px; border: 0px; color: var(--yt-spec-call-to-action); font-size: 1.3rem; line-height: 1.8rem; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px;">4:07</div></div><yt-formatted-string aria-hidden="true" class="segment-text style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="color: var(--yt-spec-text-primary); margin-left: var(--ytd-transcript-segment-text-margin-left); overflow-wrap: break-word; width: 303.741px;" tabindex="-1">NIKKI MCCLURE: And that you are making mistakes all the time, in the sense of like, oh, </yt-formatted-string></div></ytd-transcript-segment-renderer><ytd-transcript-segment-renderer class="style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-list-renderer" mouse-over="" rounded-container="" style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; text-align: start;"><div aria-label="4 minutes, 12 seconds that, I don't quite work out. But you just keep
going. And, really, it's just a piece of paper." class="segment style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" role="button" style="align-items: baseline; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: var(--yt-spec-badge-chip-background); background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; cursor: pointer; display: flex; flex-direction: row; font-size: 1.2rem; line-height: 1.8rem; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 12px 16px 8px 4px; position: relative;" tabindex="0"><div aria-hidden="true" class="segment-start-offset style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; display: var(--ytd-transcript-segment-time-display); margin: 0px 16px 0px 12px; padding: 0px;" tabindex="-1"><div class="segment-timestamp style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: var(--yt-spec-suggested-action); background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border-radius: 4px; border: 0px; color: var(--yt-spec-call-to-action); font-size: 1.3rem; line-height: 1.8rem; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 4px;">4:12</div></div><yt-formatted-string aria-hidden="true" class="segment-text style-scope ytd-transcript-segment-renderer" style="color: var(--yt-spec-text-primary); margin-left: var(--ytd-transcript-segment-text-margin-left); overflow-wrap: break-word; width: 303.741px;" tabindex="-1">that didn't quite work out. But you just keep going. And, really, it's just a piece of paper.</yt-formatted-string></div></ytd-transcript-segment-renderer></div>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-6640661989830365002024-01-17T09:22:00.000-08:002024-01-17T09:22:43.758-08:00Revelation on a snowy morning in Bellingham, Washington / January 17, 2024 / "... snow was general all over Ireland ..."<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/A_-KlGCSCJE" width="320" youtube-src-id="A_-KlGCSCJE"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I first read "The Dead" I was a freshman in college at University of California at Irvine. The year was 1967. That short story, especially the last lines with their reference to a snowy day in Ireland, has stayed with me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">During my years growing up south of San Francisco, I had seen snow only a few times in my life. At 17 years old, so much of my life was still ahead of me and yet I related to the experience of Gretta Conroy, Gabriel's wife. I was shaken emotionally by the story. I know I'm not the only woman who was. Now I'm thinking, too, of the men who were shaken by that story.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Having lived in Washington State for nearly 50 years, I have had somewhat more exposure to snow. Not all that much, because we rarely have more than a week total of snow here. And yet, when it does snow here, I look out my window at Scudder Pond and remember being 17 years old, reading "The Dead," and coming to the last paragraph which focuses on Gabriel's experience:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #e8f3e8; color: #242424; font-family: source-serif-pro, Georgia, Cambria, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -0.06px; text-align: start;">Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #e8f3e8; color: #242424; font-family: source-serif-pro, Georgia, Cambria, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -0.06px; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At age 74, revisiting the story, I see how my life has unfolded in a way mostly unlike the lives of Gretta and Gabriel. This morning I feel compassion for Gretta and Gabriel and James Joyce who wrote that melancholy story. Perhaps reading that story as a 17 year old made it possible for me to have a different life than I would have had otherwise -- a life not without deep sorrow but with a growing wellspring of inner joy and peace, against all odds, that I don't take for granted.</div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-17666272514214695272024-01-16T03:13:00.000-08:002024-01-16T03:35:52.852-08:00" ... America, America ..." / "Born in the U.S.A"<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NZyt6ogwbcw" width="320" youtube-src-id="NZyt6ogwbcw"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Favorit, "Helvetica Neue", HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Oh beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife
Who more than self, their country loved
And mercy more than life
America, America may God thy gold refine
'Til all success be nobleness
And every gain divined</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Favorit, "Helvetica Neue", HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Favorit, "Helvetica Neue", HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">(<a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=america+the+beautiful+lyrics&rlz=1C5MACD_enUS1037US1040&oq=america+the+beautiful+lyr&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUqBwgAEAAYgAQyBwgAEAAYgAQyBggBEEUYOTIHCAIQABiABDIHCAMQABiABDIHCAQQABiABDIHCAUQABiABDIHCAYQABiABDIHCAcQABiABDIHCAgQABiABDIHCAkQABiABKgCALACAA&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8&si=AKbGX_o7_UPkzGxgKciVDDqbAs8xssiOudYV2di6ygBGzT6B-Xca50PDwLa-G7HlQ6Dm8UfNhuVuZS4FzkJKGMn0JXVZPKT9btsEceHWvga_S9s7gTmVa9NEX9-YSsEH3FyrSCaSMyNZmMgiDoh1k0l-ih26UK98uQukJqyxHukhCzj4umDXoHP-f7EfRf7SqEFRZvzM3OV8R6cktlbEwmsXi8RPL7bI35TZFZ3dZ51XH9TonZxvxkMPymz9plvN-Rj2rUHcJOC3BOxrW0yN8NMxleKzGd1eMX2_MC9vtZOSVRZZXpAKB8MAhuZVvG-MYigmkEaD_CjFDhsKvAjHdLp-bcNysQPH06q6UdU8fFQvpnK_tVYQMrMHeWO_S_zNnk4EuXHcOGOugt4vK_B4mT0WZ1oPQdeNzW8wQOEYMb7mn3kamzwCD3xNNkqSN4QFrkZxcL6ELlIP55lcyKR2NhfWEvADvFg265gSTWTXCO0Wg-uC8e8aTJiUpHRhQXv--2cWgzTLnAXnJsZm_K-o1vy8-Z_shGx2mAJhrLm_FGMNwl-6dC5KUKnOl4NdaPbaEaqDeasfvdgjs8lN1FXI8TxaLVSfpl10hMFHqch7KjPv9xXZMMDgTm1uRmo7yu9ISFuXrwSCbldX4OJOdZu1IhUjRpm9oWKgVw2zs52xt6u455hXV7Tui8w1v1F7akomFwedkwlT-ykYrxAFvKqmCJkL_bB2iBV4WhOp5NDd-HneZ0EqvFqDcpTqnq9Cy8AXvxJLQJfHYKKWesSmVZXRZmMPeXX6EJCZP11qRIMfqw-akSr6xaRNgIfo21VLAwNif_PYu00IGj0hAidxAwVnIlNbqaGzS79di0ulkVWfBXukYWVmGPJoHXPaU0WScjlRlVA6JgSyVBMHJ-fc8NaH9-3xqsQ13cE5C248p_1rqiXX0PO24v0K8m8Qt_us2w8BIvVjfYHxSpvj&ictx=1&ved=2ahUKEwiHjNjv2uGDAxX1BTQIHf_eCJwQ_coHegQIFRAD">Ray Charles</a>)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Favorit, "Helvetica Neue", HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/TRUjr8EVgBg" width="320" youtube-src-id="TRUjr8EVgBg"></iframe></div><br /><span face="Favorit, "Helvetica Neue", HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Favorit, "Helvetica Neue", HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Favorit, "Helvetica Neue", HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><a href="https://poets.org/poem/let-america-be-america-again">Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain— All, all the stretch of these great green states— And make America again!</a><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> (Langston Hughes)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EPhWR4d3FJQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="EPhWR4d3FJQ"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you to <a href="https://dreaminginthedeepsouth.tumblr.com/post/722017485681033216/backstage-at-the-white-house-keb-mo-oh?is_related_post=1">Beth</a> at her Tumblr page for the inspiration for today's post.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-35314537408736885172024-01-15T03:53:00.000-08:002024-01-15T07:04:05.311-08:00Martin Luther King Day 2024 / Family / The Work of the Witnesss<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/lvdCkh1SDfQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="lvdCkh1SDfQ"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="comp mntl-sc-block mntl-sc-block-html" id="mntl-sc-block_1-0-11" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.95); counter-reset: section 0; font-family: CaslonDoric, Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.75rem; margin: 0px 0px 1rem; padding: 0px; text-underline-offset: 0.25rem;">"I'm so proud of the film we made with so many Osage Nation leaders, artists, educators & community advocates," she wrote. "Never forget this story is recent history with a lasting impact on breathing, feeling people today. It belongs to them, & we all have so much to learn from it."</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="comp mntl-sc-block mntl-sc-block-adslot mntl-block" id="mntl-sc-block_1-0-12" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.95); font-family: CaslonDoric, Times, serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;"></div><p class="comp mntl-sc-block mntl-sc-block-html" id="mntl-sc-block_1-0-13" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.95); counter-reset: section 0; font-family: CaslonDoric, Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.75rem; margin: 0px 0px 1rem; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-underline-offset: 0.25rem;">"In this process of learning about the horrific Reign of Terror, remember that the Osage remain," she continued. "Native People remain. And this story is a lot to take in. Be kind, and please be gentle with each other. There is much to process, and much to heal."</p><p class="comp mntl-sc-block mntl-sc-block-html" id="mntl-sc-block_1-0-13" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.95); counter-reset: section 0; font-family: CaslonDoric, Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.75rem; margin: 0px 0px 1rem; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-underline-offset: 0.25rem;">-- <a href="https://ew.com/movies/killers-of-the-flower-moon-lily-gladstone-statement-native-resources/">Lily Gladstone</a></p></div>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-90789362158272019332023-12-31T05:28:00.000-08:002023-12-31T05:34:26.112-08:00Just because / Basho in winter<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Wl_onGHy7ds" width="320" youtube-src-id="Wl_onGHy7ds"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hmm -- or sometimes hm or <a href="https://www.livescience.com/20861-origin-hmm-thinking.html">hmmm</a>"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-style: inherit; font-variant-caps: inherit; font-variant-ligatures: inherit; font-weight: inherit; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another year gone --</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">hat in my hand</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sandals on my feet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-- Basho</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp7R1SdmCm_YE7pN1fa-Agz0MtFiLbxzGoQYDu8rgGHfUo5dQQuBXxeDOIrLRWX2wOu9DzPGTWVHv3t1EXSIPUQ4StBnbA6NnGeysg4reZhMTtDy1RsRsX1EhE2pow6ln52sTtV0Cq1zgUEG8SqBdlHWAWSLde17OiyLoo3ARymlMufQEys5ksEkNxmD0/s300/141big.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp7R1SdmCm_YE7pN1fa-Agz0MtFiLbxzGoQYDu8rgGHfUo5dQQuBXxeDOIrLRWX2wOu9DzPGTWVHv3t1EXSIPUQ4StBnbA6NnGeysg4reZhMTtDy1RsRsX1EhE2pow6ln52sTtV0Cq1zgUEG8SqBdlHWAWSLde17OiyLoo3ARymlMufQEys5ksEkNxmD0/s1600/141big.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I appreciated what Montana's poet laureate, <a href="https://chrislatray.substack.com/p/taking-bold-action">Chris La Tray</a>, had to say on his <a href="https://chrislatray.substack.com/about">Substack</a> yesterday, including:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, "system-ui", "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0 0 var(--size-20) 0;">"...All this is a long way to suggest I think the community aspect of what winter can be – I mean slow community, quiet community, not parties and commitments and all the hubbub around how we typically gather – seems on the wane, just like the community aspect of everything else in this hyper-individualist culture. That marketed individuality is a wedge the cruel manipulators of our world seek to drive between us because they know we are stronger as a bundle than as a collection of singles, so the distractions keep coming and coming and coming. Just look at the holidays: by the time the actual days of celebration arrive we are all so frazzled with the input of Everything that the last thing we want to do is be around each other. That’s tragic.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, "system-ui", "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0 0 var(--size-20) 0;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, "system-ui", "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0 0 var(--size-20) 0; text-align: start;">I didn’t set out to write an intentions piece yet here I am, sort of making one. I’d like to handle this differently in the coming year, figure out a way to be more in community than I have been … just a quieter, more relaxed, grateful kind of community, not a rambunctious and overwrought one, or one constantly based on planning projects or organizing more busy-ness. Ugh, it sounds awfully hard, though. If anyone has ideas, or examples of things you are doing, I’d love to hear them. I know this reads like a lot of rambling nonsense. I’m trying to figure out what to do too – I’m a guy who can count on one hand the number of visitors I’ve had at my house in ten years of living here – and I don’t have any answers. Perhaps you do.</p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, "system-ui", "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0 0 var(--size-20) 0; text-align: start;"><br /></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, "system-ui", "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0 0 var(--size-20) 0; text-align: start;">Meanwhile, please take good care of everyone you can. There are a lot of relatives in our community who need us. We can do better at this ..."</p><div><br /></div><div class="pullquote" style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; border-bottom: var(--border-default-themed); border-top: var(--border-default-themed); color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, "system-ui", "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px; margin: var(--size-32) auto; text-align: start;"></div></div>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-31647691936602835472023-12-28T14:51:00.000-08:002023-12-28T14:51:20.072-08:00Today at the ocean<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EwxCA7dN3ew" width="320" youtube-src-id="EwxCA7dN3ew"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-77542000815696220862023-12-25T13:49:00.000-08:002023-12-25T19:24:07.981-08:00Sunrise on Christmas Eve / Bob Dylan's hands (just because)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0MUa0prFWAdNylfGHOrLJq2q_t_FMRWQ0d13FdVgqPAjx0q2ER3vV_oqYO39cvNEzCvBZd3kZCii6hNoc2X7UfIepdbeRbIEKeWtgA_2DyzLJTs5TrMZVQGqVvXkfWfrrVGaZAbnHzG09SVoSgZ9lRUpm2tlvOp6juWwPPE6P5XvuDeM1DETDiU1Dvc/s4096/IMG_20231224_074313.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="4096" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0MUa0prFWAdNylfGHOrLJq2q_t_FMRWQ0d13FdVgqPAjx0q2ER3vV_oqYO39cvNEzCvBZd3kZCii6hNoc2X7UfIepdbeRbIEKeWtgA_2DyzLJTs5TrMZVQGqVvXkfWfrrVGaZAbnHzG09SVoSgZ9lRUpm2tlvOp6juWwPPE6P5XvuDeM1DETDiU1Dvc/s320/IMG_20231224_074313.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bob Dylan's hands:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNiUxGWqyJomuNmLKMdHnccIqje9QP45fnOmtCh5-uHazq6cI0LNDC0b7dhk6b8H0hsMiDXXgdabxZJBb9jr1MFxQD0NOU4yqBHeB9HO0eGNRlSOqdFdpdzDGnBnUB9ITfQYDVLdB5F4Wse3SVZ0DCocY-9Rl35iBPpj83YpnPR34MI6lkqNe6_OCxJg/s4096/Bob%20Dylan's%20hands.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4096" data-original-width="2304" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNiUxGWqyJomuNmLKMdHnccIqje9QP45fnOmtCh5-uHazq6cI0LNDC0b7dhk6b8H0hsMiDXXgdabxZJBb9jr1MFxQD0NOU4yqBHeB9HO0eGNRlSOqdFdpdzDGnBnUB9ITfQYDVLdB5F4Wse3SVZ0DCocY-9Rl35iBPpj83YpnPR34MI6lkqNe6_OCxJg/s320/Bob%20Dylan's%20hands.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Addendum, relating to learning Bob Dylan songs and my experience in trying to learn Spanish as a second language. Bob Dylan's voice and songs engaged me on an emotional level the first time I heard his voice at age 13. Certain words and short phrases in Spanish are immediately memorable. Dibujar. ¡Por supuesto! Claro que si. Los impermeables. ¿Por qué? Mis abuelos. Un chiste. El bebe. La biblioteca. La escuela. Los libros. El agua. El cielo. El lago. Azul. Verde. Amarillo. Rojo. El caballo. La tormenta. Todos los dias. El mundo. Escribir. Leer. Me gusta. Llorar. Las peliculas. Vivir. Una palabra. Saber. Los manos. Los arboles. Porque. Quiza si, quiza no.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #37474f; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.25px; text-align: start;">Where there is no emotion there is no life. If you have to learn something by heart and it is of no interest to you, there is no fire; it does not register, even if you read it fifty times. But as soon as there is emotional interest, it need only be read once and you know it. Therefore emotion is the carrier of consciousness; there is no progress in consciousness without emotion. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #37474f; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.25px; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #37474f; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.25px; text-align: start;">~Marie Louise von Franz</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #37474f; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.25px; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #37474f; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.25px; text-align: start;">(quote from <a href="https://dreaminginthedeepsouth.tumblr.com/">Beth's Tumblr page today</a>)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #37474f; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 0.25px; text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><p></p>amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.com0