May 26th, 2010

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Good Morning!

It is one of those exquisite mornings after rain with a mix of dark gray and pink.  More rain is predicted and this is the pause.

I have been reading Temple Grandin's book, Animals Make Us Human.   It is not a quick read but perhaps gives some clues as to why the people of this country have become so fearful.  She has worked to change how animals are slaughtered and it has become more humane, but the practices have been unimaginable, so eating meat is eating fear.   This book is taking me months to read because I have to stop and absorb the atrocities.  Yes, we have a great deal to learn from our animal friends and this book is an essential beginning.

Animals wouldn't pollute their feeding areas.  Some animals do plan ahead, do store food, but there is not the disparity we see in this country, the selfishness, unconsciousness and greed. 

Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote:  If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore!

And yet, life is that precious, each day unique.

Jon Carroll has some things to say about Texas and their Board of Misinformation.   Yes, the children will find out the truth one day but how tragic it is that we would misinform our children, the greatest gift we share.
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Poetry -


I attended a poetry reading last night at my local library.   Six poets read.   The night was riveting.   

I was reminded of one man's poem when I read the one below of William Stafford's.  The poet had followed a visual artist around, a man who studies light, who can tell if something is off in Pixar animation.  He knows how shadows fall, how light enters, stirs, moves. The poem was about watching rocks change as the sun moves across them, so we may see one thing at six and another at seven.  He described a rock at Sequoia doing yoga asanas.   In listening I saw how much more attention I need to pay as light moves through me and this marvelous display.

William Stafford:

You Reading This, Be Ready

Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air?

Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
for time to show you some better thoughts?

When you turn around, starting here, lift this
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day. This interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life -

What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?

~ William Stafford ~

(The Way It Is)