Archive for March, 2009

Quote For The Day

March 31, 2009

“Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.”

  Kahlil Gibran

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Quote For The Day

March 27, 2009
“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.”
Kahlil Gibran

Quote For The Day

March 26, 2009

“Let your tears come. Let them water your soul.”

Eileen Mayhew

Quote For The Day

March 25, 2009

“Rudeness is a weak imitation of strength.”
Eric Hoffer, philosopher and author (1902-1983

Quote For The Day

March 24, 2009

“By words the mind is winged. ”

Aristophanes, dramatist (c. 448-385 BCE)

Quote For The Day

March 23, 2009

“Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition.” 
Eli Khamarov

Day In Haiku

March 20, 2009

Snow showery day
Quiet hush soothing the soul
Momentary March

Quote For The Day

March 20, 2009

“Language is the archives of history.”

-Ralph Waldo Emerson, writer and philosopher (1803-1882)

Day In Haiku

March 17, 2009

Wild fear ebbs and flows
Today is time in between
Where there’s breathing room.

Quote For The Day

March 17, 2009

“Tears soften human edges.”

Florence Ondré

Branching Out

March 17, 2009

It is said that we are all one; a part of one another; unique, individual yet the same; like limbs of a tree.

Pondering this thought over the years has taken many twists and turns as with each life experience, I’ve faced gnarls and windbends, whorls and snapping breaks of the branches of my own tree.

It never ceases to amaze me how varied human leaves look, sound, act, react or cease in the storms that this tree of life weathers.

Bending in sweetness to birdsong as a winged one alights in softness on a sturdy shoulder; swinging low with bountiful harvest of luscious ripening of the seasons, holding fast in the face of fierce storms, arms held akimbo reaching for light in the darkness and growing into fantastical shapes with aching, arching of years of survival in all life’s gales and gasps show the simplicity and intricacy of patterning on which one comes to depend for framework. A how-the-world-should-look-and-be in what is named normalcy.

Yet where one might suspect sapling flexibility there may arise oaken solidity unbending; fertile fruit bearing females may fail, male monoliths may moss, and where willows weeping-wend low they may wildly wail warning and warring while weathering the world.

How can it be that if we are all indeed one, there is such diversity, intensity and perversity on the tree of life?

One is tempted to be lulled into a false sense of illusion that leads to expectations of drops of kindness falling gently on leaves being met with kindness of receiving; joy shining in sunshine returning bright, reflective joy; compassion greeted green with whispering breezes empathetically enfolding and satin sadness shaded by the underside of understanding of silver soft leaves.

It is not always so, this vision of how things which seem to have always been will always be.

Therefore questions crop up as behaviors metamorphosis in conditions of global warming, economic explosions and scorched earth wars wreak havoc on the roots of our foresty home. 

Chaos of color collapses into challenge to change beyond accustomed seasonal sensations.

Where green at its worst, was envy, it is now greed. Riotous Autumnal ruby reds are flames of fury; buttery yellows of golden years turn into fears for future and burnt browns and siennas represent shades of balefulness.

How can our roots hold fast while limbs have been arched in agony, twisted beyond recognition and broken in breach of faith while the trunk of our tree of life is interminably tested?

Can we, arms of this essential elm, embrace each other and weave together a tapestry of stronger support so that we all may live long and well enough to see other bebranched beeches benefit; palms together play; willows whisper wonder and gingkos give the gold of memory for hickory heirs yet to spring forth?

Will we want to wake up enough to branch out in saner directions; to bring our best to the borrowed time in which we’ find our firred and furrowed forest and are we willing to look deeply inside the bark of ourselves to become aware of and acknowledge our shortcomings and see the lunatic in limbs gone gaga?

Can we manifest peace and perfection without courage for a good look at our family tree and, in the middle of madness all around us, when found to be outrageously out of control; whacked out in our own wilder-ness, can we honestly own our own behavior, see our common roots in “out of my tree’ behaviors and answer, without shame or blame, with perhaps a shower of light, the tree trimming question, “From what branch of the Crazy Tree did you fall?”

Quote For The Day

March 16, 2009

“We could certainly slow the aging process down if it had to work its way through Congress.”

— Will Rogers


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