I really enjoy the sense of mystery.
Perhaps it’s the urge to look behind the veil – you know, to understand the essence of what we perceive with our senses – to use the sixth sense, intuition.
I really enjoy looking at tree bark - the whorls and swirls of bark as it moves up the trunk of the tree. It overlaps like house shingles. And it eddies around limbs and around the stumps of fallen limbs. You see the tree holes, and the flow of the bark around them.
The patterns are mesmerizing, like watching water that is stopped.
It really seems like something is written on the tree, by the tree, over and over again.
And when a vine climbs the tree, it is even more beautiful, especially in the autumn when the vine turns red.
Just as an ace of spade trumps the king of spades, knowing trumps knowledge.
An intelligent person does not care much about information and knowledge. An intelligent person cares much more for the capacity to know.
His or her interest is in knowing, not just knowledge. Knowing gives you understanding, where knowledge gives one a feeling of understanding, without giving you real understanding.
We have a huge Chinese rug in the living room, 10 feet by 15 feet, 1 inch thick.
It is truly gorgeous. The colors and design are out of this world.
Sky-blue borders, decorated with flowers, all against a crème background. And it feels wonderful under your bare feet.
Who made this carpet I so enjoy? I feel I know him, or her, or them. I appreciate the sheer scale of its beauty and its masterful craftmanship.
Was the design handed down generation to generation, perhaps on rice paper? Or was it kept “in-mind” and shown only when needed?
Everyone has certain special things that make them smile. For me, one of those things is being around goats.
I remember one of the times my parents and I went to a local farm that we visit frequently. That particular day there were 2 baby goats, so small they could barely walk, their little legs wobbly, and their tiny voices high-pitched. One baby goat was shy, afraid, seeking shelter near his mother. But the other baby goat wanted to experience everything the world had to offer.
Some say infants are born with wisdom and abilities. It is a thought to ponder.
Let’s take a journey watching a young artist create and grow.
When a baby is old enough to manipulate small objects, he should be given one crayon and a white piece of paper. He will be beyond delighted when he realizes that he has the power to make this crayon work. You’ll see a big, happy, toothless smile! Share in his joy.
We live on a quiet street. Each house is surrounded by a wooded acre. Our only excitement is watching small wild animals frolic in our yards.
On the first Saturday in December all that changes. The Community Center holds “The Jingle Bell Run.” The first year of the run, about thirty people participated and they were probably the committee members.
This year hundreds participated.
On the morning of the event, everyone registers at the Community Center and gets a number and a necklace of bells.
This song was written by my wife. I supplied the melody for song and just a few of the lyrics. Here’s my wife’s explanation for writing it. “I wrote this song at the end of fall in Rochester New York, a few weeks after November 19, 1976, our wedding day. As the first snowfall left its coating in white, I thought of the path I took as a single woman out on my own, to marriage, to my husband, a poet, artist musician. The end of one road traveled when single was the beginning of new roads ahead as a couple.”
I was going to a church service that had a singer
Who sang the bible
Who was suppose to be an amazing pastor
I really want to go to it
I found out about in on Facebook of all places
The concert event was totally sold out
I just sensed I need to be there I should be there
I took the drive it was in Waterbury Ct
It was this really cool church that was
In the middle of a neighborhood
There were cars parked all over the place it was jamming
I walked in and was greeted and said I know the concert was sold out
What’s an invisible helper?
Some may call an invisible helper God.
Some may call an invisible helper an angel, a loved one who has passed over.
It really doesn’t matter.
It’s whether you think there is someone there to assist you.
I believe, I didn’t always, but I do believe now that there is a presence always there to help me.
So what I do in my life, is that I call upon that helper.
I think of that helper sitting beside me at work in a chair.
I think of that helper as someone with me in my car when I am driving somewhere.