In November,
the trees are standing all sticks and bones.
Without their leaves, how lovely they are,
spreading their arms like dancers.
They know it is time to be still.
Notes: Photo – Anna Williams. Poem Source: Your Eyes Blaze Out
I can't sleep…
In November,
the trees are standing all sticks and bones.
Without their leaves, how lovely they are,
spreading their arms like dancers.
They know it is time to be still.
Notes: Photo – Anna Williams. Poem Source: Your Eyes Blaze Out
A message that our minds could use right now.
Yes. Be still. Be still now.
“That said, does it make sense on a personal level to keep struggling after this kind of blow? Why not give up on trying to save the world, and just look out for yourself and those close to you? Quietism does have its appeal. Admission: I spent a lot of today listening to music, working out, reading a novel, basically taking a vacation in my head.”
~ Paul Krugman, Now What? Personal Thoughts.
Ah, Grasshopper…one must find the balance. Heal, sit within music and let it infuse he spirit. But to ignore hate, deny abhorrent behavior in the face of our own discomfort? Not me.
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Poignant
Lovely…the winds stripped many of our trees of the raiments yesterday…the sun rose on a starker landscape, beautiful in its own right….
Beautiful.
Beautiful, I agree David.
and still is very important.
Yes.
This is wisdom that everyone, regardless of how one feels, how one voted, or what one desires should grasp. Just stop and look up and be happy another season has come in our life. As my grandmother always said; “be happy for the little things that greater may be added”. The wisdom of a tree speaks no words but is so wise. We should put a smile on our face, be thankful for things we have, put a positive foot in front of the other and move forward to the next season of our life.
Beautiful Bill. Your wisdom reminds me of a passage in a recent essay by Peggy Noonan in What Comes After the Uprising:
But some things should be said:
First, our democratic republic is vibrant and alive. It is not resigned. It is still capable of delivering a result so confounding it knocks you into the next room.
Nobody rigged this. Nobody hacked it. There weren’t brawls at polling places, there was kindness and civility. At the 92nd Street Y I got to embrace three neighbors. All this in a highly charged, highly dramatic and divisive election. We did our democratic work and then went home. It all worked.
Second, Donald Trump said he had a movement and he did. This is how you know. His presidential campaign was bad—disorganized, unprofessional, chaotic, ad hoc. There was no state-of-the-art get-out-the-vote effort—his voters got themselves out. There was no high-class, high-tech identifying of supporters—they identified themselves. They weren’t swayed by the barrage of brilliantly produced ads—those ads hardly materialized. This was not a triumph of modern campaign modes and ways. The people did this. As individuals within a movement.
It was a natural, self-driven eruption. Which makes it all the more impressive and moving. And it somehow makes it more beautiful that few saw it coming.
~ Peggy Noonan, What Comes After the Uprising
Trees are the best dancers.
Trees always remind me to be still through every storm and every season 🌿🌱🌿
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