She has no need of mail,
that small bird on my mailbox.
She can always tweet.
JDG
She has no need of mail,
that small bird on my mailbox.
She can always tweet.
JDG
Let us begin now,
while we have the chance,
to build a more perfect union.
Let’s set aside small differences
and when the differences are large,
let’s find a way to bridge them civilly,
remembering each and every one of us
wants to matter and each and every one of us
does matter. May we find the will to make a way.
JDG
From Purpleraysblog – a dog with real initiative
This is Eclipse. Every day she leaves her house, by herself, and takes the bus downtown to the dog park where she spends a couple of hours getting exercise and making friends, and then she takes the bus back home again. She even has her own bus pass attached to the collar.
It started when her owner, Jeff Young, was taking too long when the bus arrived, so she impatiently ran ahead and got on the bus by herself. The bus driver recognized her and dropped her off at the dog park, and later Jeff caught up with her. After several more trips by herself, Jeff started letting her go on her own, and she always comes back home a couple of hours later.
All of the bus drivers know her and she makes them smile, and many of the regular passengers enjoy seeing her every day and will often…
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Thought you would enjoy this poem by Pat Schneider posted at purplerays.wordpress.com
It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?
“The Patience of Ordinary Things” by Pat Schneider
Art: Tori Avey
Text and image source: _/_Peggy @ ECUMENICUS https://www.facebook.com/326734894393/posts/10158650195879394/
From nothing and everything we come.
To nothing and everything we return.
Meanwhile…
JDG.
We could all use a smile.
SOURCE: Soul Alchemy https://www.facebook.com/186012608273340/posts/1379127808961808/
I wanted to share this post from SEW1960 with you. She captures so well the complexity surrounding ” hurt”.
I hurt
like baby hurt
as in
I need mother’s milk,
Daddy’s shoulder.
The rest of the world
looks at me,
aghast.
Can someone shut up that baby
or toddler?
I am the little girl
weeping in the closet
because I couldn’t tie my shoes
or lock the door.
I hold it all in
like everyone told me to do.
There are more important things
to weep about.
Have you not learned your lesson,
baby girl?
Learn what hurt means.
My heart wants roots
My mind wants wings.
I cannot bear
Their bickerings.
Yip Harburg
Text and image source: Jana Eid https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10163830010020093&id=772270092
Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke 💚
Text and image source: Earthschool Harmony http://www.earthschoolharmony.com
This morning I let
melancholy have its say
and when, at day’s end,
the blues filled pond and sky,
blues’ beauty also filled me.
JDG