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January 23, 2015
Definition: #103 Energy
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Definition # 102 Music
23 Jan 2015 1 Comment
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Cafe Do Not Cry
Music
by Anne Porter
When I was a child
I once sat sobbing on the floor
Beside my mother’s piano
As she played and sang
For there was in her singing
A shy yet solemn glory
My smallness could not hold
And when I was asked
Why I was crying
I had no words for it
I only shook my head
And went on crying
Why is it that music
At its most beautiful
Opens a wound in us
An ache a desolation
Deep as a homesickness
For some far-off
And half-forgotten country
I’ve never understood
Why this is so
But there’s an ancient legend
From the other side of the world
That gives away the secret
Of this mysterious sorrow
For centuries on centuries
We have been wandering
But we were made for Paradise
As deer for the forest
And when music comes to us
With its heavenly beauty
It brings us desolation
For when we hear it
We half remember
That lost native country
We dimly remember the fields
Their fragrant windswept clover
The birdsongs in the orchards
The wild white violets in the moss
By the transparent streams
And shining at the heart of it
Is the longed-for beauty
Of the One who waits for us
Who will always wait for us
In those radiant meadows
Yet also came to live with us
And wanders where we wander.
“Music” by Anne Porter, from Living Things. © Zoland Books, 2006. Reprinted with permission.
Definition #102 Spontaneity
22 Jan 2015 Leave a comment
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by Laurie Doctor
Where does spontaneity come from?
What is: “controlled spontaneity”.
I suspect that the “controlled” part of the phrase has to do with tossing out the notion that spontaneity “just happens” out of nowhere– it arises out of structure.
For spontaneity to occur, there need to be clear boundaries.
And, as Picasso said, it takes a long time to see, to paint like a child. It takes a long time to internalize form, so that you can draw freely from it in the moment, as in this example below:
It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child. –––(Picasso).
A: Keith Kleepsies
Definition #101 Password
21 Jan 2015 Leave a comment
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Passwords at dentist’s:
Teeth:123; Open wide;
Rinse please; Floss each night!
Definition #100 Enough
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Abundance thoughts grand
in daylight pale at night-time’s
poignant needs-enough!
Franklyn Delano Roosevelt:
The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little.”
Definition #99 Relative
19 Jan 2015 1 Comment
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Auguste Comte said, “Everything is relative, and only that is absolute.”
Intimate strangers
can be same; can be kissing
cousins cycling by!
Definition #98 Hard Work
18 Jan 2015 1 Comment
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“Writing is a combination of intangible creative fantasy and appallingly hard work” Anthony Powell
In the long July evenings,
the French woman who
came to stay every summer
for two weeks at my aunt’s inn
would row my brother and me
out to the middle of the mile-wide lake
so that the three of us
would be surrounded by the wild
extravagance of reds that had transformed
both lake and sky into fire.
It was the summer after our mother died.
I remember the dipping sound of the oars
and the sweet music of our voices as she led us
in the songs she had taught us to love.
“Blue Moon.” “Deep Purple.”
We sang as she rowed, not ever wondering
where she came from or why she was alone,
happy that she was willing to row us
out into all that beauty.
“The Guest” by Patricia Fargnoli, from Winter
Definition #97 Crane
17 Jan 2015 2 Comments
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sandhill cranes
hooked neck: pointed toes:
stretched to infinity’s edge
balanced flight: clean breath!
Watching Sandhill Cranes
by William Stafford
Spirits among us have departed—friends,
relatives, neighbors: we can’t find them.
If we search and call, the sky merely waits.
Then some day here come the cranes
planing in from cloud or mist—sharp,
lonely spears, awkwardly graceful.
They reach for the land; they stalk
the ploughed fields, not letting us near,
not quite our own, not quite the world’s.
People go by and pull over to watch. They
peer and point and wonder. It is because
these travelers, these far wanderers,
plane down and yearn in a reaching
flight. They extend our life,
piercing through space to reappear
quietly, undeniably, where we are.
“Watching Sandhill Cranes” by William Stafford, from Even In Quiet Places. © Confluence Press, 1996. Reprinted with permission of the author.
Definition #96 Privacy
16 Jan 2015 Leave a comment
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Oliver
discerns;
picks
privacy
Sister’s on toilet;
Brother guards the closed bathroom:
“PRIVACY’s keeper!
Definition #95 Knowledge
15 Jan 2015 2 Comments
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Annika
1/13/2015
Psalm 139
Lord, you know everything about me:
when I sit or stand
my every thought.
You tell me where to stop and rest
and know every word I’m going to say.
I can never be lost to your spirit.
If I ride the morning wind to the farthest oceans,
your hand will guide me.
Darkness and light are the same to you.
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit them together in my mother’s womb.
You scheduled each day of my life before I began to breathe.
Many times a day, your thoughts turn to me.
Know my heart; find in me what makes you sad, and lead me out.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 