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Wordless Wednesday 2-26-14

ivonprefontaine:

I am not sure where this is located, but it is spectacular. I was reminded of La Chute Montmorency which is just outside Quebec City. Despite the power, during the winter they partially freeze up which contrasts the power of the falls during the summer months.

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The Peace of Wild Things

Wendell Berry is one of my favourite poets. I have many favourites. It is much easier to find a poem when you have many.

We spend time each summer wandering through nature. I think for Kathy and I it is a return to our roots. We grew up in rural settings and were outdoors a lot as a result. I think as we mature, getting older is so passe, we look for the roots that connect us to the universe. Nature is one those things.

Alfred North Whitehead suggested we only need to look at nature to find the patterns we need in life.

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Bubble Curtain Bear Drugs

ivonprefontaine:

It is nice to begin the day with humour. Here is some from Bizzaro via Todd.

Originally posted on Bright, shiny objects!:

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Dusk Hues – 1 – Ajaytao

We are always in the process of change, but do not see it clearly as such. It is often incorporated into the world that is our lives and stays below the surface. The challenge is to surface the change and work with it seeing that it is always happening and the dark side will move along just as the bright side does.

Snow

I chose this poem by Louis MacNeice for various reasons which is one of the poem’s underlying themes. The poem is about the fragmented ways we see the world. Humans are limited in that sense, but being mindful, present, and attending to our immediate world begins to offset this and present a more complete picture.

There is always a (w)hole in the hole, a sense of mystery, but it seems less challenging and we see the extraordinary we might otherwise miss. We are in the world not separated from it by windows and walls we construct.

Spokane received snow yesterday and it is easy to wish spring were here or summer. But, the snow added a backdrop and left provided a crisp world that has lasted into today.

This morning, I watched a squirrel tentatively climb snowy tree limbs. It moved slowly, but eventually reached its food. It was a blessing to be in the world and not outside.

The room was suddenly rich, and the great bay window was

Spawning snow and pink roses against it

Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:

World is suddener than we fancy it.

World is crazier and more of it than we think,

Incorrigibly plural, I peel and portion

A tangerine and spit the pips and feel

The drunkenness of things being various.

And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world

Is more spiteful and gay than an one supposes–

On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one’s hands–

There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.

In Love’s Name

ivonprefontaine:

The Allen Ginsberg quote and the beautiful poem are simple messages about being whole. Who we are is not something to be hidden, but something to be brought out and shared in the light of the moon perhaps at first and gradually in the light of day.

Originally posted on The Sanctuary of My Heart:

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Silent whispers haunt in the night;
Feelings stir deep within her soul.
Moon and stars beckon with their light;
In midnight’s hour, she’s made whole.

Reaching deep within to express
Words she prays will speak to their core.
Small gifts, in hopes that she will bless–
Once penned, her freed feelings do soar.

From fragmented dreams left behind
To love that burns wild and true,
The poet’s verse now unconfined–
Faults and virtues are in full view.

Her words soft as a silken glove
Offered whole in the name of love.

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© Skye Alexander, 2014, All Rights Reserved

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a rose in winter

Roses in winter sounds beautiful. The imagery in the picture and poetry change the snowy world.

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