Daily Archives: November 20, 2015
959. Come said the wind to the leaves one day, come o’er the meadows and we will play. ~Excerpt from a children’s song of the 1880’s
Ah! the year is slowly dying,
And the wind in tree-top sighing,
Chants a requiem.
~Mary Weston Fordham
In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees themselves, especially those
with mossy, warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come —
six, a dozen — to sleep inside their bodies?
And don’t you hear the goldenrod
whispering goodbye… And
the wind pumping its bellows.
~Excerpted lines from
a poem by Mary Oliver
The tempest comes out of its chamber, the cold from the driving winds. ~Job 37:9 ✝
**Edited autumn photo via Pinterest
these absurd times of our surreal lives
“I have nothing but respect for you — and not much of that.”
― Groucho Marx
“Seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable.”
― Albert Camus
Surrealism: An archaic term. Formerly an art movement. No longer distinguishable from everyday life.
(an early marketing advert used by Guinness Beer / the Guinness Factory Museum / Dublin, Ireland / Julie Cook / 2015)
It’s not easy knowing what to say….
It’s difficult figuring out what to do…
It’s a challenge understanding how we actually should be feeling…
It’s no longer easy nor comfortable figuring out what we are to say, how we are to react, or to whom we are to speak candidly and clearly to…
All of which is a reflection of the sad state of affairs of our current trials and tribulations.
We currently have crazy Islamic extremists running around the globe attempting to kill…
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