Life is good. I am reassured of this every day. There are reminders everywhere. How can one keep from noticing the goodness all around us?
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November 10, 2009
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Monday, November 9, 2009
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November 3, 2009
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November 2, 2009
For me these days life includes an iPhone. Brad wanted me to have one and so when my contract was up he got me one. While I admit I was fascinated by the phone, I also knew I could live a perfectly happy life without one.
And yet here I sit, in my car at the Sunoco station, waiting to get my car inspected, listening to music (on my phone) and blogging (on my phone) sipping my fresh cup of coffee from the Starbucks across the street. I'll be the first to admit that waiting like this is keeping me entertained but I have to wonder what the world is coming to...
I'm a little afraid of this road I'm heading down.
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Friday, october 30, 2009
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WATCHING THE BIRDWATCHER
She peers through a pair of binoculars
into a treetop lit with day’s last blaze,
where some bird alights unseen by me.
Her gaze poised so tremulous and light,
as if resting upon a twig -- looking, looking
at the bird that we don’t see. The bird in the tree,
and the seer of the bird sharing for the stainless present
the same slender branch. She stands stock-still.
Expecting nothing. Neither bird, nor bird watcher, nor air
are moving. Nor I, as I watch her, as she watches the bird --
all hung weightless and timeless and spaceless. Perched
upon this dimensionless brink. The twig could not bear
any more load than this bare awareness. If, therefore,
you would not spook the bird, nor snap the twig,
nor shatter this spun glass globe of air, then alight upon
the world like air, like breath. And do not linger any longer
than this bird watcher who now strolls off, the bird still hidden,
still lost in shadow. Forgetting the bird, forgetting herself.
Dissolving like an apparition into twilight’s final bay.
Only this poem still holding on. Foolish poem
grasping at the ungraspable world.
-- Richard Schiffman
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Monday, October 12, 2009
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Sunday, October 11, 2009
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Wedensday, October 7, 2009
lines upon my face,
silver-gray adorns my head,
time makes its mark here
Feeling old today. Guess you already know that.
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Tuesday, October 6, 2009
"The new day dawns and I am practicing my purpose once again.
It is fresh and it is fruitful if I win,
but if I lose,
Oooh, I don't know.
I'll be tired but I will turn and I will go,
only guessing till I get there then I'll know,
Oooh, I will know......
All will be well,
Even after all the promises you've broken to yourself.
All will be well
You can ask me how, but only time will tell."
Gabe Dixon
I'm off to Durham. One more trip to see my folks and practice my purpose. Yesterday was full of good news and I'm hoping this week will only bring more. But only time will tell and I'm banking on the fact that all will be well.
Blessings,
Sara
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Monday, October 5, 2009
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I kissed the stone in the cold of her dream
for she is the silence and I am the psalm,
she is the riddle and I the riddler,
the two of us cut from one eternity.
I kissed the solitary flesh of the stone-
she, the sworn faithful, and I who betray,
she, the enduring, and I who pass on,
she, the earth’s secrets, and I who tell all.
And I knew when I touched a speechless heart:
I am the poet and she is the world.
by Leah Goldberg
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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