November 11th, 2008

Utah Natural Bridges - a starry night sk

Good Morning!

I learn from Writer's Almanac that it is the birthday of Abigail Adams, wife of the second president of the United States and mother of the sixth, and an influential person on our Constitution and in our history.

She wrote:   "I've always felt that a person's intelligence is directly reflected by the number of conflicting points of view he can entertain simultaneously on the same topic."

And while John Adams was in Philadelphia working on the Declaration of Independence, she wrote to him:
"As to your extraordinary code of laws, I cannot but laugh."

John Adams was the second president, and she was the first First Lady to occupy the White House — and she wasn't very impressed with the place, parts of which were still being constructed while they lived there. At the time, Washington, D.C., was a rural area, and she missed the city life of Philadelphia and New York, where they'd previously lived. She said:

"I begin to think, that a calm is not desirable in any situation in life. Every object is beautiful in motion; a ship under sail, trees gently agitated with the wind, and a fine woman dancing, are three instances in point. Man was made for action and for bustle."

May your day balance action and bustle with contemplation and calm.   I feel refreshed this morning though I enjoyed only about three hours sleep.  I"ll see how I sail through the waves of the day on the ruffled breeze of that.    Peace!   Ease!   Care!

Lee Klinger, a good friend of mine, thinking of Thich Nhat Hanh, asks today, "Where is smiling in my hands?"    Think of that as you notice how you hold the wheel of your car,  grip or relax your fork or spoon,  touch yourself, and another.

Oh, my.  Pink fog is just beginning to drape like a cat on the hill. 

It is Veteran's Day.   May your remembrance and honoring of what that means to you fulfill something new and precious in the wondrous chambers within.  

Italy - Assisi

The Health Culture!

My friend and colleague Jan Henderson has begun a new blog called The Health Culture.

You can check it out at:

She has this to say about it.

"I've started a blog called The Health Culture at . In what now seems like a previous life, I was a professor of the History of Science and Medicine, and this blog takes me back to those roots. It combines my long time interests in health, medicine, anxiety, mass media, alternative therapies, and the history of ideas. One thing I'm focusing on is trying to understand why we became so preoccupied with healthy lifestyles over the past 50 years. As the blog continues, I hope people will contribute personal stories of how their experiences of health and medicine have changed in their lifetimes, such as the change in the doctor/patient relationship. I also have a great source for health news (most sources are overly alarmist), among many other things."
ashes and snow - wings

Evening -

I await now the welcoming back of Mitchell this evening and also the sending him again on his way.

I am reading Thich Nhat Hanh's book, The Miracle of Mindfulness, a wonderful book to remind us of the importance and value of presence.  Barack Obama has won.  We have spoken.   Now, we support him with finding and fueling our own peacefulness, and not being thrown off course by those who speak untruths and distortions.  A certain percentage of meditators in a city lowers the crime rate.  It is up to each of us to provide the serenity that ensures the programs to save and reinspire the vision of the country can be put into place.  Our vote is not enough.  Now, we support ourselves and others in the production and manifestation of peace. 

I am listening to the CD This Love by Mirabai.  The song, Melting Snow, is my favorite.  I am breathing in the scent of freesias and thinking about the two grebes I saw today and the egret.   For me, freesias, narcissus, and egrets go hand in hand, or perhaps, petal in feather.  My narcissus bulbs are planted, perhaps a bit late this year, but, already in response.

When Mitchell left us last year, he was fifteen and a half years old.  His passing brought many of us together.  Again, tonight, we honor what one person can do, one family, one community.

Light a candle.  Watch the flame.   Be Peace!