January 14th, 2008

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Good Morning!!

Celebrate the New Year 118 days a year, and since it seems rather fluid, why not celebrate 365 Days a Year.

Happy New Year to you today.

Happy New Day.

Happy New Moment.   Oh, we have as many of those as pieces of multi-colored confetti in financial centers on the last day of the year as calendars and day-timers are torn up and tossed to the wind.

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A Poetry Pause -

A poem by Eamon Grennan


They're feeding each other, two small birds
swiveling on a sea-stone, open beaks
kissing and closing—creatures seeing to each
other's needs without question, drawing
the big world into their brief circle
of wing-quiver, heart-shiver, quick cries
as if the nerves themselves gave tongue,
the path between desire and satisfaction
shorter than thought, the ground dividing
being from being—one flesh-protected
spark of life from another—covered
in no time, so even time, for the moment,
is a matter of no moment, smoke that
vanishes into air, into thin air, to leave
but a flaring thing behind—candescent,
burning its one good instant till all is ash,
redemptive breath recovering itself,
eyes seeking in eyes an answer
to what's happened. The fire at the heart
of things is what these two birds ignite
in their give and take, saying we live
in the one world—where some law of
loving exchange is what tends the blaze
and can startle us into a kind of intermission
of peace between two clamorous cliff-
crumbling waves that rear break roar and
rip to shreds a coast of stone, unsettling
the air we stand in with a surf-storm of
salt-light that bites our eyes, blinding them.

Eamon Grennan
Five Points
Vol. 10, No. 3

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Morning Poem -

One Moment, the Next


The sky is one pink blush this morning

pulled like a sail by the moon last night.


I sit with blood pulsed clear

before the jackknife.


The tractor

and trailer

fold, like a fan, then, open,

straight, as unripe steel.   


Which is more vulnerable,

the fetal curl,

or the width of the stance?


The air pouring into the spiral of the shell

is a probe

a lance.


The ear opens sound

with two hands

like an otter, a clam.


A straight line leans

to dimension

sinks and rises like ink on paper

changes where it lands. 


I reach within and pull nesting dolls,

connected as paper cut-outs,

lead them to convex, concave,

change the shape of the lens.  


I do this over and over again.

With each breath,

a bend unbends

and leans close again.

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Ordinary Time!

Jane informs me that we are in Ordinary Time.  I thought she meant as opposed to Kairos, but, no, it seems it is a period of time in the calendar year, as ordained by the church, specifically the Catholic Church.   I place a piece from Wikipedia here.   This time doesn't feel ordinary to me, but it doesn't mean ordinary as we ordinarily interpret it.   It is about numbers. 

Ordinary Times

In the Roman Catholic Church, Ordinary Time begins on the day following the Baptism of the Lord, (liturgical colour: white), the feast which normally falls on the Sunday after Epiphany (January 6)  (white). American Catholics have altered the calendar so that Epiphany always falls on a Sunday (1st Sunday after Jan. 1); in those years when the Epiphany falls on January 7 or January 8, the Baptism of the Lord is celebrated on the Monday immediately following the Epiphany. In the Church of England, Ordinary Time begins on the day after the Presentation of Christ in the Temple (Candleman).

Ordinary Time continues until Ash Wednesday (violet), which marks the beginning of the Season of Lent (violet). Thus for Roman Catholics the period of Ordinary Time between Christmas and Lent may last from four to nine weeks, depending upon the dates of Epiphany (American Catholics) and Ash Wednesday. Ash Wednesday is a movable feast based on the date of Easter (white). In the Church of England the first period of Ordinary Time is somewhat shorter — indeed it may be as short as a single day if Ash Wednesday falls on its earliest possible date of 4 February. 

Wikipedia goes on and on so you can check it out for yourselves, but I found myself feeling that I like the sound of ordinary.  It is like having oatmeal for breakfast instead of eggs benedict.   Sometimes oatmeal is just right.

For me, this is an oatmeal sort of day, though I have grand plans and wiggles in space.

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Pema Chodrun -

I am re-reading for the umpteenth time, Pema Chodrun's book Practicing Peace in Times of War.

It's a little beauty and I recommend it for every day of our lives.



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A Change of mood -

When Christmas ends, I find it difficult to put everything away so a red tablecloth stays on the table and red candles abound.  This morning though when I went to pick up the dishes, I knew it was time.  I pulled out a yellow tablecloth, trimmed with blue, and placed a golden candle in the holder.  I went around and switched all candles to ivory, yellow, and gold.  I watered dry plants.  Poinsettias still bloom and the light is shifting.  Though soft, there is more of it each day.

Spring comes to my soil and soul.

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Mindfulness -

Yesterday in perhaps an unconscious attempt to add color to the tomatoes, I sliced my thumb.

I bandaged it and proceeded with getting blood on only a few things as I banged painfully  here and there.

Today, I remove the bandage for my shower and when I emerge pour blood onto the towel.

I see blood splashed here and there.   I now have a mindfulness knocker, knock, knock, knocking awareness into my day.

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letting go -

I just came across this little piece of information from Wikipedia.

On May 2, 2000, South Carolina governor Jim Hodges signed a bill to make Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday an official state holiday. South Carolina is the last state to recognize the day as a paid holiday for all state employees. Prior to this, employees could choose between celebrating Martin Luther King Day or one of three confederate holidays.

I was unaware there were three confederate holidays.  I check it out.  There are many.