November 26th, 2007

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Good Morning!!



I arise early, fully awake.  It again feels like a beginning to a new year.  The moon is still in the sky when I go outside and it looks like we are in for a clear, sunny day.   The tree lots are full of trees, and winter now takes a hand, though here we have no snow.

I love this column of Verlyn Klinkenborg as I think each of us notices the changing play of light, whether there are snowflakes, or not.  I love his last line.  Perhaps what is true of the trees is also true of us.


The Rural Life

True November


Published: November 26, 2007

A couple of days ago we had what the forecasts call a “wintry mix,” which always sounds to me like something you’d set out in bowls at a cocktail party this time of year. It was, in fact, rain, snow and sleet mixed with sand and salt and the sludge that gets thrown from the treads of tires. One minute snow was falling in clumps, and the next it was raining. The sky was the color of duct tape, and it let about that much light through. What a “wintry mix” does is make you want to stay home — or perhaps go into the world foraging for provisions simply for the pleasure of getting home again.

This is true November weather, in which I learn to admire the stoicism of the animals all over again. Stoicism is the wrong word, if only because it implies an awareness of being stoic. They stand over their hay in the wintry mix, and they seem to take it as it comes. I imagine them thinking, “No flies!,” as a way of enjoying this grim weather.

It’s the difference that makes a day like that so interesting. Till now, this has been a bright oaken autumn. The most vivid colors came and went, leaving behind the oaks, which hold their leaves far longer. The last few weeks have been dusted with a dry, wooden light, and the oaks have shown just how various and pungent their colors can be. It was as if the oaks had all stepped forward to remind us of a spectrum of color that goes unimagined in most years.

But everything changes on a wintry day. The woods seem to withdraw, even though the snow on the ground creates the illusion that you can see deeper into them. The brightness vanishes, and that gives all the subtler colors — the variations of gray on the bark of a maple tree — a heightened presence. As voluminous as the woods seem in summer, when they are full of shadow, now is when they seem most corporeal, most alive. I don’t mean the fact that you can trace a squirrel’s route along the maple high line or watch the woodpeckers in a hickory lining up for the suet. I mean that the trees seem to be making a gesture of a kind they never do when the leaves are green, as though they could only really be themselves when the light is low and the air is damp and the year is drawing in.

VERLYN KLINKENBORG


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Balance -



Fear is just another word for ignorance.

- Hunter S. Thompson



William Rivers Pitt has a depressing political column this morning.   Your choice as to whether or not to read it.  I place it here, though I think the words above summarize it well.

                    http://www.truthout.org/docs_2006/112607J.shtml

 
   
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Jane's poem for the day -




Of those years no words remain.
 
It could have been a dream.
 
Even the hospital is gone
 
and the orchard house.
 
We thought to stop there
 
on our way from here to elsewhere
 
to see if the frogs still sang
 
along the creek in the rain
 
but we didn’t
 
so we live with the aftermath
 
as if it were a true story
 
that never happened.


    - Jane Flint



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my morning poem -



Round – November 26, 2007

 

 

The moon is in the morning sky.

 

Though a few days past full,

it still shines round and white,

rippled with veins of blue.

 

I am exuberant

with the coming days

the entry into winter trees,

who’ve dropped their leaves,

bark ablaze with fairy fingers,

knitting in the light.

 

A sand dollar rests on my desk.

I brought it from the sea, needing

the star held in a circle,

the palm.

 

It drops sand on my desk.

 

There is a little hole,

a place holding home,

sand that turns,

percolating the place

we all reside

even as we die

to change

our form.

 

Round and round

we go.  The phases of the moon

an hourglass

we hold. 


 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Love -




"Love is the most powerful and still the most unknown energy in the world."

- Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

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the good of the country -



I think most of us enjoyed the book Team of Rivals by Doris Kearns Goodwin so much, because it not only showed the art of compromise, but it showed people from both parties working together for the good of the country.  That was in the time of Abraham Lincoln.  So much has changed.

Contrast that to what the Bush administration had created and continues.  I place just the first part of the article from the Chronicle here.  It concludes that the Democrats may have to wait until the end of 2008 to get anything done.


San Francisco Chronicle

President has Democrats crying uncle in budget showdown

Monday, November 26, 2007

(11-26) 04:00 PST Washington -- President Bush seems to have House Speaker Nancy Pelosi and Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid in a full nelson.

Just a year after Democrats charged into power on Capitol Hill against a Republican president with bottom-scraping poll numbers and a soured war, it's the Democrats who are crying uncle in the biggest budget confrontation since the 1995 government shutdown.

Democrats do not want a repeat of that fight, which crippled the GOP revolution and revived Democrat Bill Clinton's presidency. Yet they seem astonished to find themselves on the defensive in a budget confrontation where Bush is asking for $200 billion to pay for the Iraq war, but promises to veto domestic spending bills that are $23 billion more than he wanted.

Democrats are struggling even to pass a middle-class tax cut under the banner of fiscal responsibility. A House plan to shield 21 million mainly Democratic households from the alternative minimum tax, and offset the lost revenue with higher taxes on Wall Street, appears to be unraveling. If it does, so does the vaunted "pay as you go" rule that Pelosi pledged would re-establish fiscal responsibility in Washington after years of rampant Republican borrowing.

Bewildered Democrats have concluded that Republicans simply want them to fail.

Congress "is the only business in the world where your colleagues wake up in the morning and try to figure out how to screw over their colleagues," said Rep. Mike Thompson, D-St. Helena. It's as if workers in a winery went to work each morning trying "to figure out how to mess up the next batch of Chardonnay that's coming out."

Even Republican moderates are furious. "I think it's disgraceful," said Sen. Olympia Snowe, R-Maine, as she left the Senate after the last vote before the Thanksgiving recess. "Unfortunately, there are not enough people building bridges. There are too many people destroying them."




I have to wonder how they think they can destroy just a little.   Do they not care that there may be nothing left and I suppose if you have collected enough money in this, it doesn't matter to you personally, and yet, as we know, of course, it does.  This matters to us all!!