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Autobiography In 6 Words
Look? Acknowledge? Do I have to?
JDG
A boy is Truth with dirt on its face,
Thought you would enjoy this post from purplerays.wordpress.com.
Boys are found everywhere – on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on,
swinging from, running around or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls
hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them and
Heaven protects them. A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut
on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the Hope of the future
with a frog in its pocket.
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– Alan Beck
Text & image source: Irene Statz https://www.facebook.com/jiaegypt.montai
Channeling Phil Connors on Groundhog Day
Wanted to share this wonderful Groundhog Day post from LuAnne.
Every day the same, yet
every day is different
no guaranteed success
no guarantee of failure
just a day with endless possibilities
so, write if you’re a writer
paint if you’re a painter
play if you love music
cook if that’s your art
snap a shot if that’s your thing
tend a garden, tidy up
sew or dance or ice sculpt
practice being kind
do creative work each day
there is no starting point
there is no destination
joy is in in the journey
Every year on February 2, at my house we celebrate this American holiday by watching Groundhog Day – again! Recently I reread an article by Austin Kleon called, Want to be an artist? Watch Groundhog Day,that discusses how the main character of the movie, Phil Connors, discovers a key to practicing the art of life. This post was inspired by Austin Kleon’s article…
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On the Road to Shambala — A Hundred Falling Veils
Today yet another chance to notice how often I am wrong. How easily my voice puts on its business suit and power pumps and exudes confidence— how sure I am that I am right! And then, when confronted with the real truth, what to do but laugh at the…
In Her Own Words
Because my words are too feeble to fully celebrate the life and work of Mary Oliver, I will use her own words from her poem,” Prayer”. May you dance on, Mary.
PRAYER
May I never not be frisky,
May I never not be risqué.
May my ashes, when you have them, friend,
and give them to the ocean,
leap in the froth of the waves,
still loving movement,
still ready, beyond all else,
to dance for the world.
MARY OLIVER
What do you plan to plant this year?
May we all plant flowers..🙏🏻
