No real reason for the title, except for some laughter. Just saw off (is that appropriate Northern English) Grammy and Pappy at the airport (sad). My day was started with a dentist appointment for Brock (possible braces) and then airport ride....and then back to Cooper's basketball practice. In between (at the dentist office), I did get a chance to fit in some of this reading from Jefferies (rediscovered by Brooke and Terry Williams) ......."In human affairs, in the relations with man, in the conduct of life, in the events that occur, in human affairs generally everything happens by chance." Believe? Skeptic? Either way, it has been my reading as of late. It's a beautiful recount of rediscovering the works of a nature writer, Richard Jefferies. He is mostly compared to that of Thoreau, Whitman, Muir, Rachel Carson, and Abraham Maslow.
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| My other favorite by T. Williams..... |
Take some time to read of this thought (provoking) author, Terry Tempest Williams....."Not being of theological bent, I tend to draw to a blank or pull back when talk turns to formal religion. The thought of going inside a building and reading a holy, old text or listening to an authority tell me how to worship an abstract deity doesn't turn me in, doesn't feel quite right. For me, as John Muir famously put it, "going out is really going in," a line I have long interpreted as saying that we delve into our deepest spiritual and psychological reality by going out into the world of nature..." ~ T. Williams
....and finally a poem to leave you with on this fine January day (before the snow sets in tomorrow).......Janisse Ray.
Grace Will Lead Us Home
I’ll pay more attention.
I’ll write down glimpses
of coyote and emerald-backed insects.
Every January a new bird list:
Carolina wren, chickadee,
O beautiful arrow of cardinal
glanced at the apple.
I’ll build a blind to watch
wild turkeys, deer come to salt.
Mapping, I’ll leave places
unnamed. I’ll memorize binomials
of the grasses. And buy
a ring gauge to collect sinking sky.
I’ll sling a hammock and read
more, maybe kill a deer
one fall. I’ll plant rosemary,
moonflower; I’ll go outside
summer nights when heat lightning
rips open the pink-orange
clouds. I’ll look for moons,
and plot Jupiter’s, before bed,
desiring patterns. First frost,
last. Sandhill cranes passing
overhead, and the mating of anoles.
I’ll walk deliberately, more quietly,
discover more of what rises
and falls. Length of night.
What a year is like.
What better to be
than a particular body of knowledge,
dancing the branch, dancing
pine and field, dancing
this laboriously hallowed ground?
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| A little truth....or a lot of TRUTH.... |
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| Hilly and I at Brattleboro Food Co-op - Cold, but who would know it???? We posed like crazy statue people here at this little spot....... |
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| Hilly's Christmas drawing......to savor |
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| What we made (Gary made) of the Prime Rib after our Christmas Dinner.....Yum. Homemade Hash. |
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| Sylina got this one....yes, that's right, selfies with a Jersey.. |
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| Hilly decided to spend her Christmas money on ........drum roll please....carrots at the Woodstock Farmers' Market |
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| The REAL LIFE Gingerbread house at Woodstock Inn. |
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| Ski Day with Sylina & Brock |
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| Borrowed this from Joyce's post....Granny on New Years' Eve....... |
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| A great read in the latest edition of NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC.....if you teach kids (me), passionate about early childhood (me), play (the importance of such- me), or a mother (me- most days....lol).....well, anyway....it's a great lot of wonderful info.....I advocate.....especially if you love Waldorf, Montessori, or Reggio Emilia approaches to education...... |
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