We had a wonderful gathering of good spirits last night. Good food, good stories, good company... good night. Gifts were exchanged. I received much and gave but one story. It was Tamarack and Chickadee. We think of this as an old tale full of universal values that remains quite fresh as it can still speak to us on so many levels. Thunder Lake News arrived today and on page 6 the same story appears, authored by Anne Dunn.
Paco Ibanez, "Poetry is a weapon loaded with the future." Rita Dove, "By making us stop for a moment, poetry gives us an opportunity to think about ourselves as human beings and what we mean to each other." Daphne Du Maurier, "You will embark on a fair sea... you will meet storms and overcome them. Never lose courage. Safe harbor awaits you..."
I must agree with Paramhansa Yogananda when he suggests that "the cradle of my consciousness" requires polishing. The cleansing will remove the rust of selfishness, indifference and sense attachment. This makes room for brotherly love, humbleness, faith, desire for God-realization, will power, self control, renunciation and unselfishness. So, what could be wrong with that? It certainly raises my personal spiritual standards. That's where I want to go on this brief journey to the end of my seventh decade. Aaaaaaaaa-men.
Mary Alice Harvey sent good words, too. "No ray of sunshine is ever lost, but the green which it awakens into existence needs time to sprout, and it is not always granted the sower to see the harvest." When Brandon was 15 he and I planted a row of cedars along the edge of the yard on the Oak Point Road. It was a father's day gift for John. Of this good deed John said, "I probably won't live to see them grown." Brandon replied, "That's all right, Gramps. I'll come out and visit them for you." Brandon is gone and John lives alone with a row of slow growing cedar.
Paco Ibanez, "Poetry is a weapon loaded with the future." Rita Dove, "By making us stop for a moment, poetry gives us an opportunity to think about ourselves as human beings and what we mean to each other." Daphne Du Maurier, "You will embark on a fair sea... you will meet storms and overcome them. Never lose courage. Safe harbor awaits you..."
I must agree with Paramhansa Yogananda when he suggests that "the cradle of my consciousness" requires polishing. The cleansing will remove the rust of selfishness, indifference and sense attachment. This makes room for brotherly love, humbleness, faith, desire for God-realization, will power, self control, renunciation and unselfishness. So, what could be wrong with that? It certainly raises my personal spiritual standards. That's where I want to go on this brief journey to the end of my seventh decade. Aaaaaaaaa-men.
Mary Alice Harvey sent good words, too. "No ray of sunshine is ever lost, but the green which it awakens into existence needs time to sprout, and it is not always granted the sower to see the harvest." When Brandon was 15 he and I planted a row of cedars along the edge of the yard on the Oak Point Road. It was a father's day gift for John. Of this good deed John said, "I probably won't live to see them grown." Brandon replied, "That's all right, Gramps. I'll come out and visit them for you." Brandon is gone and John lives alone with a row of slow growing cedar.
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