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Sunday Quote (2012 Week 3)


Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.
~ CONFUCIUS

IF …


…I didn’t post anything here today, it is because I am too tired.

If I did post something and this shows up anyway, same excuse!

Photo Friday: Meditative


Some places call out to sit down and loose yourself. In the woods there are plenty places to do so.

I find the most meditative places to be outdoors, preferably in the woods. If there is water nearby, and wildflowers, I find it even more relaxing and a better place for seeking a contemplative state of mind. Looking at nature with my camera also moves my spirit to a more meditative space.

Looking the other direction, a labyrinth in the field. A different means to contemplation.

Creek: Up close. You can't stand in the same river twice.

Same creekbed, standing in a different place, in a different season.

All photos shot at Waycross Episcopal Camp and Conference Center, Morgantown, Indiana. First 3 photos were shot in September, 2011. Winter creek, shot in February, 2010.

This post is my participation in this week’s Photo Friday, assignment: Meditation. Check out other entries here.

Early morning, near freezing


A few months ago, as I was headed to the checkout at the library, I saw a copy of Winter Morning Walks: one hundred postcards to Jim Harrison by Ted Kooser sitting in the return bin. I picked it up and checked it out not knowing anything about the book and not very familiar with Kooser’s poetry.

This slim volume contains poems that Kooser wrote and pasted on postcards and sent to his friend Jim. Kooser was recuperating from cancer at the time and used his morning walks as inspiration. All of the poems begin with reporting the weather condition.

I was thinking about this work the other day and was inspired to pen the poem below:

7:41, 37 degrees

The sky is the color of wet paint.
Trees outlined against the quickly lightening gray blue sky.
Later, snow will fall, dissolving as it hits the still warm earth,
becoming rain drops that will remember the cold, early morning.

I like the idea of taking inspiration from the world around you, of being aware of your physical surroundings and using them as a springboard to write about other things. But you know what? It’s pretty damn hard. I would have to write a ton of these to come anywhere close to choosing 100 that would be good. I can’t just scrawl a few lines on a piece of paper and mail it off to someone. But, perhaps Mr. Kooser worked for hours on each of these before sending: the finished work of an experienced writer makes it look too easy.

You can read more about Kooser and some of his poems at The Poetry Foundation or at Poets.Org

Memorize a Poem?


I came upon this article about memorizing a poem about three months ago, bookmarked it, and then promptly forgot about it. Until today, when I found the bookmark. I don’t usually memorize things, have never felt that I was good at it. I remember poems, and sometimes specific lines, but it is more like I feel the poem, know its essence, rather than know the actual lines, but I realize that I am missing out on part of the wonder of a poem.

So, one of my goals for this month is to try to memorize a poem.
Memorize a Poem- Poets.org – Poetry, Poems, Bios & More.

Included in the poets.org post is a link to “Great Poems to Teach”, so I’ve decided to memorize two of poems from this list this month.

The first one, somewhere i have travelled, gladly beyond, by e.e. cummings is one that I’ve been thinking about finding since watching a clip from Hannah and Her Sisters the other day. I’ve always remembered the line not even the rain has such small hands. I want to know all of the lines that lead up to the last line about the rain.

The second poem is What my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay. I’ve read this poem before, but had forgotten about it. I read it again today and it resonated with me, especially the lines below. Love the imagery of the ghost-filled rainy night tapping on the window.

but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Any body want to join me? Try memorizing two poems for no other reason than the joy of carrying around in your brain a piece of wonder?

Sunday quote


“I can live with doubt, and uncertainty and not knowing. I think it’s much more interesting to not have answers than to have answers that might be wrong.”

Much to be grateful for — none of it turkey


This free-range bird had only one unhappy day in his life!

Fixings for butter, bird & gravy

Ah! Herb buttered!

Yummy Turkey! (Almost ready to eat

Turkey Tail (not to be eaten).

I’m grateful for my friends, my family, my health, my life. May you have a great day and find much to be grateful for today and every day!

Sunday Quote


“When we move with poetry and imagination, when we deal with symbols and images, we become people who are happy with mystery and open to discovery” (Rowan Williams).

Sunday Thought


Out of Clutter find Simplicity;
From Discord find Harmony;
In the middle of Difficulty lies Opportunity.
~ Albert Einstein

The City


I live in the 12th largest city in the US, based on population. It feels like a small town, though.

It is a nice city to live in: relatively inexpensive cost-of-living; lots of space for the city to spread out without crowding; two state parks within the city limits, one municipal park that is over 4700 acres, and lots of smaller neighborhood parks; a full-time, year-round symphony; theater and dance companies; a major league pro basketball and football team and a decent minor league baseball park and team; some great independently owned restaurants serving great food; an art museum that also includes both formal gardens and a terrific outdoor “art park”. One of the things that it is really lacking is a decent public transportation system, but maybe the city leaders will figure that one out in the coming years.

I like my hometown; I really do. But, it isn’t a BIG city. It can’t compare with Paris, or London or Chicago or my favorite: New York.

I’m not sure that any city can compare with New York. It has everything you can imagine. And more. Theatre, music, dance, art museums for classical art, modern art and contemporary art, and galleries galore. It has a great transportation system, one that isn’t hard to figure out how to get where you are going, and you can rely on it. Despite the miles of concrete that extends in all directions, including vertically, it has lots of green space. I passed a city park with playing fields at 10pm this evening. It was filled with teams playing soccer, rugby, and volleyball – at 10 pm. It has every type of restaurant imaginable, and more languages spoken than anywhere else I’ve ever been.

But you know all of that already about NY. I wish that I could figure out how to express why I like NY so much. I find it hard, beyond stating the obvious. Maybe it is because there is always something to do, something to learn, something to see, that allows the City to feed me the way no other place can.

That, and with subways, trains, and taxis, I never have to drive.

I leave NYC tomorrow after having been here for five days. It isn’t likely that I will be back again this year. But I will be back. Until I do return, NYC, please don’t change. You are my favorite city on the planet. Sorry London, Paris, Rome, Chicago and all the rest.