Special memorial service at Ledyard Congregational Church tomorrow at 9:30 a.m. led by Rev. Catriona Grant.
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Special memorial service at Ledyard Congregational Church tomorrow at 9:30 a.m. led by Rev. Catriona Grant.
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Are you a dreamer? Want things that others tell you are impossible? Goals turn your dreams into reality! It works for me. Why not start today?
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Nationally, the majority elect the President to head the executive branch. States, hold elections so the majority can elect representatives to advocate their interests in the legislative branch. The judicial branch resolves interpretation issues.
It’s only complicated when special interests are able to buy a seat in one of the three and hold the system hostage to a limited interest.
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It’s good to be in the groove and on track. Unlike being in a rut and set back. Sweet success!!
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Barred owls calling and gathering in the summer heat starts with a more constant murmuring of “who” than the standard call until others can be heard responding. Invisible in the dark canopy they assemble, talking and hooting over one another and then as a group move away. Voices fading into the night, southwest through the woods.
Being present, in time, place, and mind opens the door to the many small opportunities that nature offers us. Small opportunities only in the sense of how fleetingly the window is open that allows us to see, learn and understand our place in the life of the planet.
Picasso supposedly said that the problem is keeping the child in the artist. While he may have been speaking about creativity it applies to many aspects of living well, to being present.
Child like curiosity and the fearlessness to explore. Open acceptance. Innocence. Asking, asking, asking: why, how, when… It’s the child that allows us to live a life of creativity without the fear of failure that leaves the word unwritten, the canvas bare.
All this because the owls gathered in the night…
Early spring rains,
Your cherry blossom iridescence.
Lost on the ground.
Passing of friends is always too early. There is no age at which death doesn’t leave us thinking this is too soon. Nor any death that is too sudden. It doesn’t matter whether terminal illness should have prepared us mentally or whether a full and long life leaves rich memories.
Cherry blossoms surprise us with their unfolding beauty and before we’ve had our fill of them the first cold rain of spring strips them away, returning them to the earth.
I’ve been reading Douglas Johnston’s blog intermittently for a while now and his most recent post “So you wanna to start a blog?” got me thinking about this short lived effort. Well, not short lived because it’s alive and well, it’s just that its pulse rate is very low — a sign of fitness in atheletes.
Maybe it’s time to take it out for a run and get the tempo up. Johnston is right that anything started, whether a blog, relationship or project, without a clearly focused goal begins doomed to a bad ending. I didn’t have that clearly focused goal in the beginning and it’s still not fully formed today. I definitely knew what I didn’t want it to be: a rant, a platform for venting, a soapbox…
Starting it was both to see how easy it would be to do and with the idea that short succint observations of life around me fit with the concept of haiku. That still encompasses the concept that I have for this blog. Just some observations and musings.
Haiti, gasoline, hate war…
Tidal ebb and flow
Cold damp spring
Piping plover comes in low
skids running stop
inspect inspect fly away back
Haunting memories
Your sweet, moist, lips, pressed to mine
Dew covered rose.