cycle when you inhale and when you exhale…

19 Oct 2021 Leave a comment

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giving&receiving

The Universe operates in cycles similar to your inhalations and exhalations. When you only exhale (give) or only inhale (receive), you become out of rhythm with the Universe.
Today the angels bring you a message about giving and receiving because right now they know how important this is for you! You may have been giving out too much for others and may not have focused on receiving. They surround you with their loving energy today, to encourage you to sometimes accept the love that comes in towards you.
Sometimes you may feel a little blocked about receiving, because being a natural healer, you tend to give your energy or time to others. Today the angels are bringing in people to you, who will bring support and love, so when you notice this practice saying yes and accepting help when it’s offered. This may even come in the form of a compliment or an offer of help from someone.
Give yourself something special today. This could be a gift you’ve wanted for a while, going for a nice lunch on your own, buying yourself some flowers or it could be as simple as giving yourself a heartfelt compliment. You deserve it, and as you practice this, it will become easier! This will help you to bring into balance giving and receiving.

The Writer’s Almanac for Tuesday, October 19, 202
Two limericks excerpted from

“The Rubaiyat of Carl Burell”

by Robert Frost


There was a young poet who tried

Making boxes when preoccupied;

One day he made one

And when he got done,

He had nailed himself on the inside.


There was a man went for to harma

Quiet but human old farmer:

Now he wishes he’d known

To let folks alone,

For this is the doctrine of K,arma.
 
Two limericks excerpted from the poem “The Rubaiyat of Carl Burell” by Robert Frost. Public domain

take time to talk

12 Mar 2020 Leave a comment

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A Time to Talk
by Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
 
“A Time to Talk” by Robert Frost. Public Domain

Reluctance

08 Nov 2019 Leave a comment

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demo by Waldman

watercolor illustration by Neil

 

Reluctance


by Robert Frost

Out through the fields and the woods


And over the walls I have wended;
 I have climbed the hills of view
 And looked at the world, and descended;
 I have come by the highway home,
 And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
 Save those that the oak is keeping
 To ravel them one by one
 And let them go scraping and creeping 
Out over the crusted snow,
 When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
 No longer blown hither and thither; 
The last lone aster is gone;
 The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
 The heart is still aching to seek,
 But the feet question ‘Whither?’
Ah, when to the heart of man
 Was it ever less than a treason
 To go with the drift of things,
 To yield with a grace to reason, 
And bow and accept the end 
Of a love or a season?
 
“Reluctance” by Robert Frost. Public domain.

Robert’s LOVE of a woman

and

writing poems

divided his paths

evermore…

 

Definition #163 Rabbit Hole

27 Mar 2015 1 Comment

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Down rabbit hole Palm

Sunday: up Resurrection

Sunday for Easter!

Footnotes

Tennessee Williams
“A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace.”
Robert Frost
Poetry, he said, “begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a loneliness.”
 On the other hand, when he took a trip to New York City to try to interest editors in his poems, he was too much of a farmer; he wrote: “I had mud on my shoes. They could see the mud, and that didn’t seem right to them for a poet.”
 He said: “One thing I care about and wish young people would care about, is taking poetry as the first form of understanding. If poetry isn’t understanding all, the whole world, then it isn’t worth anything.”

Definition #144 (Jeanne from Queens #16) Remember

07 Mar 2015 2 Comments

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Jeanne and Paul at Quenby's Wedding 2007

Jeanne and Paul
at Quenby’s Wedding
2007

Frost said poetry could make you “remember what you didn’t know you knew.”

The Couple in the Park

by Louise Glück

A man walks alone in the park and beside him a woman walks, also alone.
How does one know? It is as though a line exists between them, like a line on
a playing field. And yet, in a photograph they might appear a married cou-
ple, weary of each other and of the many winters they have endured togeth-
er. At another time, they might be strangers about to meet by accident. She
drops her book; stooping to pick it up, she touches, by accident, his hand and
her heart springs open like a child’s music box. And out of the box comes
a little ballerina made of wood. I have created this, the man thinks; though
she can only whirl in place, still she is a dancer of some kind, not simply a
block of wood. This must explain the puzzling music coming from the trees.

“The Couple in the Park” by Louise Glück from Faithful and Virtuous Night. © Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2014. Reprinted with permission.

Spring’s Custodians

26 Mar 2014 1 Comment

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This AM I heard Frost’s poem below on the Poetry Almanac. The last stanza reminded me that I am responsible for the protection of God’s creatures as they spring back into the concert that is SPRING!

A Prayer in Spring

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
Robert Frost