March 13th, 2007

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Good Morning!



Ah, the light comes.   Again, I was up in the dark with the stars and the moon a crescent in the sky.  I am really unclear how this saves energy since I have lights on all over the house in the morning as I scurry from one spot to the next.  I guess our representatives want us to think they are doing something besides wasting our energy.  I am starting to feel that even as daylight savings time saves no energy, these representatives certainly use a lot of it.

I talk to Jane this morning.  We are looking at healing modalities that can support a person as they go through an illness.  I feel how personal the choices are, how I really did sense what was needed and when.   We live in an area with such an array of choices.  This is not true everywhere, but certainly here one could overwhelm in knowing where and what to choose.  There are many people and modalities I didn't use, who probably are wonderful.  I did what I could.

Here is an astonishing poem to start your day now begun on rungs of joy.


Little Match Box

And if there were two moons,
who would sleep when one
passed before the other
and took it in
on its dark side? Wouldn’t
some extra light ray out
around the sustaining one?
Wouldn’t you sense
the two in one, even if you’d
never seen them parted?

Sometimes a glory
is just that—a guessing-into
the seen, noticing
the fringe of presence
when it comes, trying to match
its fervency by something
as tangible, something
only you are equal to.

Tess Gallagher
Dear Ghosts
Graywolf Press, Publishers
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Another amazing poem to think about today -



Order and Design

Compare the galaxy to a night of fireworks;
Shine the house, rearrange furniture.
You are tracing mandalas lit inside the skull.
The calm and ordinary
is always based on a most delicate rite.
This chair placed on the unseen loop
of a circle, the housekeeper in the continuum
coming from deep within the brain
and departing at the speed of light.

Ruth Stone
Simplicity



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Blossoms -



Today I was over at the Rosen center and a truck backed up and knocked branches off a newly blooming tree, and Jane brought the fallen limbs into the room and placed them in a vase, and they were so beautiful and I was reminded of this poem.   We only have a limited number of years to enjoy the blossoms that come each spring.   Feel the preciousness of each one.   This poem is by A. E. Housman.



Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now

    Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
    Is hung with bloom along the bough,
    And stands above the woodland ride
    Wearing white for Eastertide.

    Now, of my threescore years and ten,
    Twenty will not come again,
    And take from seventy springs a score,
    It only leaves me fifty more.

    And since to look at things in bloom
    Fifty springs are little room,
    About the woodlands I will go
    To see the cherry hung with snow.


            Enjoy the blossoming trees and new green leaves!!  

                         It is a miracle in deed!!