Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Well-Directed Quick Wit
There's nothing quite like an articulate man with well-directed quick wit. Or woman. But in this case a man. Thanks, again Jon Stewart.
Which side are you on?
Ani's new CD out next week.
Which side are you on?
“Just listen, drop your idea of who is singing and what you already know they're saying, and go somewhere else, open yourself up to a new story.”
And... A very short Ani interview.
Which side are you on?
“Just listen, drop your idea of who is singing and what you already know they're saying, and go somewhere else, open yourself up to a new story.”
And... A very short Ani interview.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
The Moon
Tomorrow is the first full moon of 2012. I looked up at the sky last night and realized that it must be close. So, I thought I would do a little poking around to see when the exact date was... much to my surprise, I discovered that full moons are named. Here's a list for 2012.
There is just something magnetic about the moon.
There is just something magnetic about the moon.
Advice for Alice...and the rest of us
Alice laughed. "There's no use trying," she said: "one can't believe impossible things."
"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
Sunday Mornings
Sunday is one of my favorite days. This morning I woke up to more peaceful sunlight. How fantastic. There are other reasons my morning is putting a smile on my face, too. I'll mention only a couple of them...
I'm sitting on my couch watching Sunday Morning, on CBS. So far they've covered the personality-factor, or lack thereof, of politicians. Transitioned then to general charisma, something about AT&T (I wasn't paying attention, I guess), and then this really cool software program that turns spoken word into song! The Gregory Brothers have really taken advantage of it. Quite amusing. Now CBS Sunday morning, is talking about football uniforms. And how the Portland Ducks haven't worn the same exact uniform for a game in several years. And Maryland is apparently following suit. Football players on the catwalk? Interesting. And fish and chips oil turned into to taxi cab fuel! Amazing!
Well, I should get on with my day. Here's a morning poem for you. Hopefully it's not a repeat, but if so, it's a good one --so repeating it doesn't hurt.
I'm sitting on my couch watching Sunday Morning, on CBS. So far they've covered the personality-factor, or lack thereof, of politicians. Transitioned then to general charisma, something about AT&T (I wasn't paying attention, I guess), and then this really cool software program that turns spoken word into song! The Gregory Brothers have really taken advantage of it. Quite amusing. Now CBS Sunday morning, is talking about football uniforms. And how the Portland Ducks haven't worn the same exact uniform for a game in several years. And Maryland is apparently following suit. Football players on the catwalk? Interesting. And fish and chips oil turned into to taxi cab fuel! Amazing!
Well, I should get on with my day. Here's a morning poem for you. Hopefully it's not a repeat, but if so, it's a good one --so repeating it doesn't hurt.
Morning Poem
Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches ---
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead ---
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging ---
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted ---
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
~
Mary Oliver ~
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Sunlight
This poem was one of the first things that came to mind when I woke up this morning.
The Word
-Tony
Hoagland
Down near the bottom
of the crossed-out list
of things you have to
do today,
between "green
thread"
and "broccoli" you
find
that you have penciled
"sunlight."
Resting on the page, the
word
is as beautiful, it
touches you
as if you had a friend
and sunlight were a present
he had sent you from some
place distant
as this morning -- to cheer
you up,
and to remind you that,
among your duties, pleasure
is a thing,
that also needs accomplishing
Do you remember?
that time and light are kinds
of love, and love
is no less practical
than a coffee grinder
or a safe spare tire?
Tomorrow you may be utterly
without a clue
but today you get a
telegram,
from the heart in exile
proclaiming that the
kingdom
still exists,
the king and queen alive,
still speaking to their
children,
- to any one among them
who can find the time,
to sit out in the sun and
listen.
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