Monday, November 27, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
HAPPY TO "BE"
If a picture is worth a thousand words, this post should be worth about six-thousand. Well, in homage to Neil, whose camera I borrowed, I will do a photo post this week. Happy Thanksgiving, all! Love heidi
Baby Lynx and friends.
Monday, November 13, 2006
"The absence of suffering, the satisfaction of one's needs, and the consequent freedom of choice of one's occupation, that is, one's way of life, now seemed to Pierre to be unquestionably man's highest happiness.
And only now, for the first time in his life, did he fully appreciate the enjoyment of eating when he felt like eating, drinking when he felt like drinking, sleeping when he felt like sleeping, of warmth when he was cold, and of talking to a fellow creature when he felt like talking and hearing a human voice.
The satisfaction of his needs--good food, cleanliness, and freedom-- now that he was deprived of all these things, seemed to Pierre to constitute a perfect happiness; and the choice of occupation, that is, of a way of life, now that that choice was circumscribed, seemed to him so easy that he forgot that a superfluity of the comforts of life destroys all joy in satisfying one's needs, while great freedom in the choice of occupation--such freedom as his education, wealth, and social position had given him-- is just what makes the choice of occupation insolubly difficult and destroys the need and even the possibility of having an occupation.
All Pierre's dreams now turned on the time when he would be free. Yet subsequently, and for the rest of his life, he spoke with fervor of that month of captivity, of those intense, joyous, irretrievable feelings, and above all of the perfect peace of mind and complete inner freedom which he experienced only during that time."
excerpt from War and Peace, by Leo Tolstoy, translated by Ann Dunnigan (Signet Classic- copyright 1968) page 1208.
Monday, November 06, 2006
full moon shadows by manuel sousa dias
A Semi-complete list of the traditional American-Indian names for the various full moons:
JANUARY: Full Wolf Moon
FEBRUARY: Full Snow Moon, the Full Hunger Moon
MARCH: Full Worm Moon
APRIL: Full Pink Moon, Full Sprouting Grass Moon, the Egg Moon
MAY: Full Flower Moon, the Milk Moon
JUNE: Full Strawberry Moon
JULY: the Full Buck Moon or Full Thunder Moon
AUGUST: Full Sturgeon Moon or the Full Red Moon or Green Corn Moon or Grain Moon
SEPTEMBER: Full Harvest Moon (This is the full Moon that occurs closest to the autumn equinox. ) 2/3 of the time in September, 1/3 of the time in October
OCTOBER: Full Hunter's Moon
NOVEMBER: Full Beaver Moon
DECEMBER: The Full Cold Moon; or the Full Long Nights Moon
For a more complete list, and to get the history of each name, check out the Farmer's Almanac.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Today I crunched across an autumn blanket and reveled in the creamy sunshine, filtering through a haze.
I walked through a triangle of trees: the trees under which I remember bawling my heart out, on various occasions over the years. I recall being restored there, a few times throughout the years too. (And maybe the tears and the restoration were the same).
I thought of all the things and people my heart longed for at different times under those trees. Here I am, just a little older. The trees are the same. My heart is so passionate, yet it changes like a fish flopping on sand.
I feel so thankful that even though my longings go every which-way, God remains the same. I feel so blessed that he is consistent and has been with me, under those trees and away from those trees the whole time. Maybe I am getting a glimpse of the truth (that will surely be more beautiful in old age), that though everything in life changes, God is the same. He will never leave us, nor forsake us. I can hardly trust myself or the whims of my heart, but I'm so greatful that there is Someone I can trust.