Reading and Blogging

I love to read a good book. I feel I have conversation with the author. As Carl Sagan suggested, I hear the voice of the author. It is the same with blogs. Each time I read a blog, look at its pictures, or both, I feel I am listening to the person share something special about their life with me and the world. Blogs break both the shackles of time and space.

I am grateful.

One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person -perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millenia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time.

~Carl Sagan

You Reading This, Be Ready by William Stafford

To be present and aware in the world is a rare gift. Here is a gift from William Stafford.

Enjoy.

Companions – by Ivon

I occasionally forget what got me where I am today. I follow a blog called Slappshot and its author poses questions. Recently, he asked, “What’s your line of work and if you could choose another career…what would it be?

I responded, “I would not want to change anything, but, if I could keep everything else in tact, I want to be a professional hockey player.” You see what I have is very good. Yes, I struggle with things each day, but around me there are people who care and this poem is for them. I am learning to focus on the positive in life instead of the negative.

 Each morning

Awaken

Tentatively step forward

Discover voice

Discover meaning

That which nourishes, waters, and heals the soul

With those who stand with you

For you

By you

Share the journey

Break bread

Mutual, Reciprocal, Companionship

A refuge in each other

Speak mindfully, heartfully, graciously

Hear mindfully, heartfully, graciously

Your self and the other present.

 

A Little Sunday Morning Humour

While traveling through the Crowsnest Pass. we took a picture of this sign and wondered what was for sale. We were left wondering where the river front was? We have driven by this sign many times and it has never been on dry land. In fact, it has been submerged so only the first two lines were in view: “For Sale 80 Acres.”

I wonder how the sale is going?

Just a little to the east of the sign we noticed two horses grazing, sort of grazing. They seemed OK with the situation.

Enjoy!

Here is great advice. I am sure we have all heard something like this in some form. This is a great little refresher.

The Gift of Love – John Lennon

 

We’ve got this gift of Love, but Love is like a precious plant. You can’t just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it’s going to get on by itself. You’ve got to keep watering it. You’ve got to really look after it and nurture it.

~John Lennon

Paradox in Nature

I found these picture of a small lake in the Crowsnest Pass when I was looking at the pictures I posted at A Time to Listen. Nature is a spectacular and paradoxical part of creation and I hope this is revealed in the following.

Green, aqua, granite

Nature draws from her palette

Drawing me to her.

Water cascading

Suddenly appears out of rock

Disappears again.

Calmness and chaos

Nature speaks in paradox

Harmony emerges.

This is two amazing pictures and wonderful poetry to accompany. Thank you.

A Time to Listen – Visually and Poetry

Kathy and I travel. We spend time during the summer touring Alberta, British Columbia, Saskatchewan, and adjoining American states. This summer we are revisiting Waterton Lakes National Park as part of my rehab. We travel through this area regularly and it brings back great memories.

On one trip, we stopped at a provincial park just above Lundbreck Falls. Recently, I went through pictures of the Crowsnest River downstream and it reminded of what I notice and don’t notice in life. Wendell Berry wrote a beautiful piece: The Impeded Stream is the One that Sings. I realized I  heard the river before I saw it. I recalled the life around the river: cottonwood fluff flying, flowering wild rose, insects pollinating, and a musky smell perhaps of a bear recently by. The river is a living instrument sharing a song to others forming a web of life.

I read Wendell Berry’s words while reliving the picture and was inspired to write a Haiku.

Observe life’s current

Pausing, listening, caring

Present with my self.

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson

A medical practitioner I visit once a week to try resolve some issues with chronic, physical pain was the source of this wonderful, insightful poem. Whether physical, emotional, spiritual, or intellectual, I fall into habits and absolve my self of responsibility f or my actions.
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
Chapter 1
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter 2
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter 3
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter 4
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter 5
I walk down another street.
 
~ Portia Nelson ~