December 10th, 2008

goldsworthy - heaven

The Giving Tree




I felt called early this morning to go out and sit in the space the tree filled and enjoy the wind, tree spirits and stars.  It felt spiritual as can be.

Yesterday I was reminded of the book The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein.   If you don't know it, it is a beauty, and the pictures are lovely and sweet.  I will put the words here, though they really need the pictures.  



Once there was a tree ....

and she loved a little boy.

And every day the boy would come

and he would gather her leaves

and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.

He would climb up her trunk

and swing from her branches

and eat apples. 

And they would play
hide-and-go seek.

And when he was tired
he would sleep
in her shade.

And the boy loved the tree ...

very much.

And the tree was happy. 

But time went by. 

And the boy grew older.

And the tree was often alone.

Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb
up my trunk and swing from my branches
and eat apples and play in my shade
and be happy."
I am too big to climb and play," said the boy.
"I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money.
Can you give me some money?"
"I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them
in the city.  They you will have money
and you will be happy."

And so the boy climbed up the tree
and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
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alan - joshua tree bloom

Each time new -



Tea
 
 
for Thich Nhat Hanh
 
How many years of suffering
revealed in hands like his
small and deliberate as a child's
 
The way he raises them
from his lap, grasps the teacup
with sure, unhurried ease
 
Yet full of anticipation
for what he will taste in each sip
he drinks as if it's his first time
 
Lifts the cup to his mouth,
a man who's been practicing all his life,
each time tasting something new.
 
~ Amy Uyematsu ~
 
(Stone Bow Prayer)
 


Alan - sunrise - Palm Springs area

The Truth!




"Everyone stumbles over the truth from time to time, but most people pick themselves up and hurry off as though nothing ever happened."

-- Sir Winston Churchill



alan - purple flowers

hmmmmm -

We had a very fine wine with dinner, so I may have over-imbibed and I hate to post slightly tipsy - did I say slightly, but it felt like a very special day in a variety of ways and so we were celebrating and now I read this through vibrant non-sober incredible specially saved red-wine enhanced eyes.

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/12/10/DDIL14KDP8.DTL



SFMOMA show sees art in science. Are you kidding?

Descartes separated mind from body - "I think, therefore, I am," but there is no need, no need at all, to separate art from science.


Unity! Unity!! Unity!!! How many ways can it be said?

And before we rescue the car companies, which it seems we are doing, let's look at who really owns them and who siphons off money. Who do we support? It is hard not to feel a wee bit discouraged and my optimism continually spins, because I believe it must. Optimism breeds like rabbits, and we all know how quickly the joy of breeding means more and more bunnies, more and more cheer.

Today I spent with really good people and I give thanks for that.

This world is made of really good people. One can only stand open-mouthed, open-eyed, amazed at the wonder of we humans and how much we love to give, do, produce, and share.

Be Care!! It is a wonderful world in which we live!!

I am so impressed with the beauty, power and spirit of the people and the world in which we live.

I continue to meet the most amazing people. I give thanks for that. Think of those you know. Think of yourself. Don't you feel happy and grateful to know such gifts?


Forgive, in your joy and gratitude, an inebriated post, and oh, my, it was a very fine wine, grapes carefully picked and oh, so wisely aged, just right, like each and every day of life!
garden at green gulch

Holidays -



Holiday cards started arriving today so I sat down contentedly to begin mine.

I realize as I go through my address book how many have died.   It is a mixed blessing, this sending of cards, a recognition of those we rarely see and those we do, and those we won't see until we pass on to another world.