Happy Birthday Janet (far right)....."To the outside world we all grow old, but not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each others hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.~Clara Ortega
"How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people -- first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for the many, unknown to us, to whose destinies we are bound by the ties of sympathy. A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving... 'The World as I See It...' an essay by Albert Einstein
Meeting at Night
The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating to each other! ~Robert Browning
"Death does not come from the outside..."
Death does not come from the outside. Death is within.
Born-grows together with us.
Goes to kindergarten and school.
Learns to read and count.
Goes sledging with us, and to the pictures.
Seeks with us the meaning of life.
Tries to make sense with us of Einstein and Wiener.
Makes with us our first sexual contacts.
Marries, bears children, quarrels, makes up.
Separates, or perhaps not, with us.
Goes to work, goes to the doctor, goes camping, to the convalescent home and the sanatorium. Grows old, sees children married, retired, looks after grandchildren, grows ill, dies with us. Let us not fear, then. Our death will not outlive us. ~Jaan Kaplinski
Love Like Salt
It lies in our hands in crystals too intricate to decipher
It goes into the skillet without being given a thought
It spills on the floor, so fine we step all over it
We carry a pinch behind each eyeball
It breaks out on our foreheads
We store it inside our bodies in secret wineskins
At supper, we pass it around the table talking of holidays by the sea. ~Lisel Mueller(b.1924)
Thursday Challenge Hands
moody monday entry Raw
The DNA of God Yehuda Berg
Consider an empty glass. What happens when you fill it with hot water? The glass itself heats up. This is analogous to what took place in the Endless World. As the light continued to fill the Vessel, attributes of the light were passed on. We might even say that the Vessel inherited the nature of its Creator. This inherited nature is the power to create fulfillment, share fulfillment, and play an active and causal role in the ongoing process of Creation.
The theme for i-gizmo this week is musician. This child is the musician that came to mind. Grown now, his instrument is his voice. In years past it was a guitar then on to an electronic organ, but this was his first instrument. Another one of those odd things that sit in the closet waiting for future years use.
"If you judge people, you have no time to love them." Mother Theresa
Two in thought Abraham Maslow's 5 levels of communication
First level, most shallow and cliche: "How are you?" "Fine." We ask a question, or respond out of politeness, but really do not want to give or receive a truthful answer. Second level involves two people speaking of a third party or thing. Often, this kind of sharing deterioriates into gossip. In talking about others we can avoid depth or any real sharing of our inner selves. Third level, two people talk about a subject, politics, religion, education, and so forth. We show a little more of our inner selves, ideals, but do not reveal the reality we actually live. Fourth level, increasingly deeper, comes when we share hopes and hurts, joys and mistakes, dreams and fears. At this level we share who we really are; it is our gift of love, the gift of ourselves. Fifth level, is the listening and receiving level. We receive love from others when we listen to their deepest longings and dissapointments. 'The Reflecting Pond'