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When I read the article, I noticed how the word profess was used. It is a verb and action. We profess something and declare something publicly. It is interesting how a verb quickly is turned into a noun and a static object.

Used as a verb, profess connects to vocation. Vocation finds its roots in voice and when we profess something we speak from the heart and our voice speaks in our working and living.

Our word and actions sow the seeds we live. It is in meditation we find those seeds and see them sprout in the nurturing that a meditative life provides.

T.G.I.F.: 1:55 min Dance to your Morning Commute

ivonprefontaine:

This is a fun post with a practical message. I used a case study of an English town, Portishead, which eliminated traffic lights and accidents decreased. That may not always be possible and, when it is not, fun alternatives are available.

Originally posted on Live & Learn:


Smart, the company behind the original smart car, has devised a clever way to help pedestrians wait for the walk signal and keep the streets safer — a dancing traffic light. By projecting real movements from people nearby, the dancing traffic light entertains people at the intersection until it’s a safe time to cross the street. The company built the signal at an intersection in Lisbon, Portugal, earlier this summer. (Source: Mashable)

Can you keep your feet still?


Source: Weighty Matters

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Easy To Be In Love With A Tree – Inspirational Quotations

ivonprefontaine:

This post fits with my post and press from this morning. The importance of trees and what we can learn from them seems a shared journey. When we understand trees for what they are, we can understand ourselves for who we are.

Originally posted on Children Of Light.:

the big old conifers were cut down this year. The new shrubs are my new additions to the garden.

The big old conifers were cut down this year.
The new shrubs are my new additions to the garden.

When I think of trees, I think of temples. For me trees represent temples. They provide both shade and sanctuary to all creatures. They feed the earth and give shelter to the birds. Trees are holy and vital to our well-being. Yes, I am a tree hugger. The vibrations of trees has a strong attraction for me. For the past eight years I have sat back and watched  over forty trees cut down all around us. It was devastating to see those old temples go. None of them deserved it. We were told the trees were a nuisance for they cut out  light, they dropped leaves, they had nasty growing habits.  So they met an untimely end by  mutilation. I have never come to terms with the loss of trees. Although…

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First world problem

ivonprefontaine:

When this becomes the world we live in, we have to question our values and what we hold to be important.

Originally posted on Bright, shiny objects!:

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Reblog Saturday – All the elements of an amazing community.

ivonprefontaine:

John Dewey wrote that we communicate those things we have in common when we live in community. The Rumi quote speaks to the human and humane nature of what that means. We often see the difference first. The French philosopher Jacques Derrida spoke about differance (there is no a in difference in French either) as being a place where we defer in the presence of difference. The word difference in French means both difference and deference. It is the place where we see the humanity in each of us as the core of human commonality. When we play with words, we come to some extraordinary places.

Originally posted on Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life:

Welcome to my small selection of the blogs I have followed this week.  It would be impossible to share them all but thank you to everyone for making the week so enjoyable.  I am sure that I will find a few more before the day is through.

I was thinking today about the communications I have had during the week on FB, Twitter and here on WordPress.  There has been loss, celebrations, family dramas, stories of pets and children, recipes and a regular check in to say hello or just good morning and a virtual hug.

I feel part of the community and thank you for all that you share.  I hope that you know that there is always a welcome here.

Tomorrow my special guest of the new series of The Sunday Show is the marvellous author Mira Prabhu – I recently reviewed her book The Whip of the…

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Today’s Quote

ivonprefontaine:

I believe it was Jefferson who said something along the lines of a person who acts and speaks rightly constitutes a majority. Margaret Mead spoke of the power of small groups to make changes. I wonder if we have lost some of this in the early 21st Century? I hope not.

Originally posted on Soul Gatherings:

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There comes a time when one must take a position
that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular,
but he must take it because
conscience tells him it is right.

~ Martin Luther King Jr. ~
___________________________

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The Art of Blessing the Day

I am taking a few days off from digital technologies. I am traveling to an area where the only Internet access is via dial-up. It is not that remote, but it is probably the imperfect alignment of satellites, mountains, and other geographic features.

Having said this, it is nice to take a break. I spend considerable time between social media and dissertation writing on computers. Sometimes the imperfections of the world and the universe act in ways that bring about a necessary change.

Marge Piercy’s poem suggests we bless everything we can. In the busyness and hurry of life, we run past much of life and forget blessing. I have a few days to count my blessings in quiet moments away from the hectic.

This is the blessing for rain after drought:
Come down, wash the air so it shimmers,
a perfumed shawl of lavender chiffon.
Let the parched leaves suckle and swell.
Enter my skin, wash me for the little
chrysalis of sleep rocked in your plashing.
In the morning the world is peeled to shining.

This is the blessing for sun after long rain:
Now everything shakes itself free and rises.
The trees are bright as pushcart ices.
Every last lily opens its satin thighs.
The bees dance and roll in pollen
and the cardinal at the top of the pine
sings at full throttle, fountaining.

This is the blessing for a ripe peach:
This is luck made round. Frost can nip
the blossom, kill the bee. It can drop,
a hard green useless nut. Brown fungus,
the burrowing worm that coils in rot can
blemish it and wind crush it on the ground.
Yet this peach fills my mouth with juicy sun.

This is the blessing for the first garden tomato:
Those green boxes of tasteless acid the store
sells in January, those red things with the savor
of wet chalk, they mock your fragrant name.
How fat and sweet you are weighing down my palm,
warm as the flank of a cow in the sun.
You are the savor of summer in a thin red skin.

This is the blessing for a political victory:
Although I shall not forget that things
work in increments and epicycles and sometime
leaps that half the time fall back down,
let’s not relinquish dancing while the music
fits into our hips and bounces our heels.
We must never forget, pleasure is real as pain.

The blessing for the return of a favorite cat,
the blessing for love returned, for friends’
return, for money received unexpected,
the blessing for the rising of the bread,
the sun, the oppressed. I am not sentimental
about old men mumbling the Hebrew by rote
with no more feeling than one says gesundheit.

But the discipline of blessings is to taste
each moment, the bitter, the sour, the sweet
and the salty, and be glad for what does not
hurt. The art is in compressing attention
to each little and big blossom of the tree

of life, to let the tongue sing each fruit,
its savor, its aroma and its use.

Attention is love, what we must give
children, mothers, fathers, pets,
our friends, the news, the woes of others.
What we want to change we curse and then
pick up a tool. Bless whatever you can
with eyes and hands and tongue. If you
can’t bless it, get ready to make it new.

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