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Neal, St. Louis.
Today I…
Turned my heater on for the first time since last winter.
Sat down on the trail for a few minutes halfway through my morning run to take in the trees & birds (so many birds out this morning).
Did a whole bunch of reading.
Made vegetable split pea soup adding in chick peas, basmati rice, and a tiny bit of cinnamon, caradamom & geera. So thick I ate it with a fork.
Enjoyed visits from a squirrel and a praying mantis.
Fell asleep with my laptop on my lap while trying to write this blog post.
I try to keep the day following an art fair weekend as mellow as possible to regroup. Back to the grindage tomorrow.
Jim Henson’s Birthday
Jim Henson was born on this day (Sept. 24) in 1936. I’ve always enjoyed his work — especially Emmet Otter’s Jugband Christmas and Fraggle Rock. Takes me back.. or I should say, takes me somewhere else.. plus the music on these shows is almost always so good. Check the video above of Emmet Otter’s Jugband singing “Brothers”.
“The most sophisticated people I know–inside they’re all children. We never really lose a certain sense we had when we were kids.” – Jim Henson
Creating Capacity
Tonight’s sunset.
“Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.” -Rabindranath Tagore
Poem: Waking in the Middle of the Night by Robert Bly
Dust from gravel roads lingering in the sun. Atchison County State Lake, September 2012.
Waking in the Middle of the Night by Robert Bly
I want to be true to what I have heard.
It was so sweet to hear music last night.
There is so much joy in being afraid
of the world together.
The snow in the branches,
the sadness in your hands,
The foot tracks in the mud,
the old Inca faces,
The trout who wait all year
for the acorns
to descend.
The sitar player is so much
like the crow, who rises
Each morning in the sky above
the black branches
And cries six cries with no memory
of the light.
Every musician wants his fingers
to play faster
So that he can go deeper into
the next kingdom of pain.
Each note on the string calls
for one note more.
The hand that has written
all these sounds down
Is like a bird who wakes in the middle
of the night
And starts out toward its old nest
on the mountain.
Robert, I don’t know why you
would have such Good luck today.
Those few lines about the crows
Crying are better than a whole night
of sleep.
Beginning of the day
An early morning on gravel roads. Crisp, clear star-filled sky. Car heat on low. Favorite boots. Hot coffee. Deer grazing on the side of the road. First light of day peeking over the rural horizon. Watching the world wake up. Heading into a full day of work. Starting it off right.
I’m a Lucky Gal..
My last couple days have been filled with so much goodness.. No shortage of beauty and inspiration around me. Here’s a bunch of photos from a jaunt out into the country this evening — Atchison County, KS, 9/18/12.
Open Road, Open Sky
Wichita bound through rolling hills. 9/17/12.
Inspiration: Lakota Instructions for Living
(I’m borrowing this from a Facebook friend that posted it this morning.)
Friend do it this way – that is,
whatever you do in life,
do the very best you can
with both your heart and mind.
And if you do it that way,
the Power Of The Universe
will come to your assistance,
if your heart and mind are in Unity.
When one sits in the Hoop Of The People,
one must be responsible because
All of Creation is related.
And the hurt of one is the hurt of all.
And the honor of one is the honor of all.
And whatever we do effects everything in the universe.
If you do it that way – that is,
if you truly join your heart and mind
as One – whatever you ask for,
that’s the Way It’s Going To Be.
Passed down from White Buffalo Calf Woman
September Windows
St. Louis, MO
Columbia, MO