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I am I am I

This beautiful poem requires little explanation. Whatever I live through. I end up back at I.

Grains of Sand

I am IWe think these words were found in a Mennonite Church in Canada. This layout is by Janet Brewin – thanks to her “calligraphy” (my description) or her “neat handwriting” (her self-effacing description). They were words my mother treasured and which were used at her funeral.

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Kay Ryan wrote this deeply spiritual and moving poem. It has a Zen, mystical quality. I am sure there is Something or Someone holding everything together. When something disrupts the ocean of universal consciousness and it goes a little off course or yaws, we feel only the slightest pull. A larger energy field absorbs the drops and warps. The adjustments occur in ways so we are not tested beyond our limits and find a path to walk.

Imagine a surface

so still and vast

that it could test

exactly what

it set in motion

when a single stone

is cast into its ocean.

Possessed of a calm

so far superior

to people’s, it alone

could be assessed

ideally irascible.

In such a case,

if ripples yawed

or circles wobbled

in their orbits

like spun plates

it would be the law

and not so personal

that what drops warps

what warps dissipates.

How Amazing You Can Be

My day is reversed. I was working on dissertation things this morning, watched some basketball this afternoon, and Kathy and I went for lunch. A former student is down here for a basketball camp and I have watched him twice. It is always interesting to make connections with the students after a couple of years and see what has changed.
I loved the bear cartoon too much to pass up today. What we will do for friends?

Russ Towne's A Grateful Man

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Sources:
Bears Cartoon: Chuckle’s photo
“Anyone…”: Home Is Where The Heart Is photo

“If you are always trying to be normal you’ll never know how amazing you can be.” –Maya Angelou (Source: Let’s Be Positive Together)

If you’ve ever wondered how I met My Beloved, please check out my most recent post at “Clyde and Friends” titled “I Met My Wife While Playing Hide and Seek in the Dark” at http:/clydeandfriends.com

Russ

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Harrowing

Parker Palmer wrote this poem with double-meaning in the title. I can live life as a process which ravages, furrows, and scars m face. Living in the past does this. Life is harrowing that way. Or, I leave the travails of yesterday as humis or humility as a foundation for a new crop. I can turn soil, make it richer, and create a greener world.

The poem reminded me of Gadamer‘s concept of fused horizons which is emerging as a central concept in my journey. We can build on the past by using it, good and bad, as a way of making the future a better place. Today’s view; this moment is the place we find our way from.

The plow has savaged this sweet field

Misshapen clods of earth kicked up

Rocks and twisted roots exposed to view

Last year’s growth demolished by the blade.

I have plowed my life this way

Turned over a whole history

Looking for the roots of what went wrong

Until my face is ravaged, furrowed, scarred.

Enough. This job is done.

Whatever’s been uprooted, let it be.

Seedbed for the growing that’s to come.

I plowed to unearth last year’s reasons—

The farmer plows to plant a greening season.

Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.

I get to listen to CKUA on the Internet and it allows me to feel like I am at home still with the eclectic music and shows. Sometimes, it does not have to be on and I am listening to my own music.

Otrazhenie

MusicFrom Sun Gazing

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The happy lamppost!

This reminded me of a picture that Kathy took as she drove down through Glacier National Park. It has the same quality of being framed against the blue sky. Enjoy.

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I can hear your heart beaming
Your light shinning through
The bluest of skies, crowned
By a Lei of yellow and green
Enhancing the azure above.

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Craft

This is a beautiful way to describe the role of poetry in a person’s life, or any writing for that matter

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