And so the ISS space station flew over the midwest US!
Today's quote:
Change is constant and inevitable. We need to trust ourselves
and persevere without despair...- Frank Ostaseski
And so the ISS space station flew over the midwest US!
Today's quote:
Yesterday a friend texted me to see if I was watching Rosalynn Carter's memorial service. I said no, but then thought I should.
It was touching, and the good old hymns from my Christian upbringing were nice to hear. But I did come away with a phrase she had said when working with President Carter in his term of office in DC. She said (as the reason she sat in on Cabinet Meetings) she wanted to be able to discuss everything, and wouldn't know how if she didn't try everything she knew how to help him succeed. Or maybe that was when she helped him run for Governor of Georgia.
But to do everything one knows how in order to help someone else succeed...struck a chord for me. It came home to my sense that I can't really get going on things I wish I was doing. So I'm not doing everything I know how to do to even help myself.
Today's Poem:
HOMO SAPIENS: CREATING THEMSELVES
by Pattiann Rogers
I.
Formed in the black-light center of a star-circling
galaxy; formed in whirlpool images of froth
and flume and fulcrum; in the center image of herring
circling like pieces of silver swirling fast, a shoaling
circle of deception; in the whirlpool perfume of sex
in the deepest curve of a lily’s soft corolla. Created
within the images of the creator’s creation.
Born with the same grimacing wrench of a tree-covered
cliff split wide suddenly by lightning and opened
to thundering clouds of hail and rain.
Cured in the summer sun as if in a potter’s oven,
polished like a stone rolled by a river, emboldened
by the image of the expanse beyond earth’s horizon,
inside and outside a circumference in the image
of freedom.
Given the image of starlight clusters steadily silent
above a hillside-silence of fallen snow… let there be sleep.
II.
Inheriting from the earth’s scrambling minions,
images of thorn and bur, fang and claw, stealth,
deceit, poison, camouflage, blade, and blood…
let there be suffering, let there be survival.
Shaped by the image of the onset and unstoppable
devouring eclipse of the sun, the tempestuous, ecliptic
eating of the moon, the volcanic explosions of burning
rocks and fiery hail of ashes to death… let there be
terror and tears. Let there be pity.
Created in the image of fear inside a crawfish
skittering backward through a freshwater stream
with all eight appendages in perfect coordination,
both pincers held high, backing into safety beneath
a fallen leaf refuge… let there be home.
III.
Made in the image of the moon, where else
would the name of ivory rock craters shine
except in our eyes… let there be language.
Displayed in the image of the rotting seed
on the same stem with the swelling blossom…
let there be hope.
Homo sapiens creating themselves after the manner
and image of the creator’s ongoing creation — slowly,
eventual, alert and imagined, composing, dissembling,
until the right chord sounds from one brave strum
of the right strings reverberating, fading away
like evening… let there be pathos, let there be
compassion, forbearance, forgiveness. Let there be
weightless beauty.
Of earth and sky, Homo sapiens creating themselves,
following the mode and model of the creator’s creation,
particle by particle, quest by quest, witness by witness,
even though the unknown far away and the unknown
nearby be seen and not seen… let there be goodwill
and accounting, let there be praise resounding.
By the time most of you are reading this, I will be at my dental clinic having my teeth cleaned at 7:30 am. Then I'll think about breakfast! I know AC will be up way before me, but he's exceptional.
Sepia Saturday November 25 suggests this:
So I want to show groups going down a street...maybe marching even!
The Highland Games held each summer at Grandfather Mountain, NC.I did. Decided that having been asked out for dinner, I didn't have to cook a feast for one. Therefore, a light breakfast and lunch, and could sit and take photos of our local (Asheville) parade, as well as 2 channels of the Macy's Parade.
If you could care less (like I have many years) you can skip to the end. It might be interesting to see the last performer. Talking about the aging population...
Our local news anchorwoman and weatherman. Channel WLOS“What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves?”
Thomas Merton
I hope this link works...Robin Wall Kimmerer shares "Corn Tastes Better On The Honor System" with Emergence Magazine. HERE.
If you're not familiar with Robin Wall Kimmerer, I would like to introduce you to one of my favorite authors.
Emergence says this:
As we approach Thanksgiving this year, we are sharing one of our favorite features: “Corn Tastes Better on the Honor System,” by Potawatomi mother, scientist, and professor Robin Wall Kimmerer, with intricate illustrations and stop-motion animations made of hand-folded paper, by Suus Hessling. Taking us through maize’s nine-thousand-year history, Robin reflects on the ancient circle of reciprocity and collaboration that links this plant with humans, and considers what has been severed in this once deeply sacred relationship.