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The Bookmark: May
Blossoming Almond Branch in a Glass with a Book, Vincent vanGogh,1888, oil on canvas, Arles, France. As I sit on the porch on an early summer afternoon, the clouds are gathering. To the south and west some blue sky is visible, but all other parts of the sky are shades of gray, gray-blue and sun…
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An Obligation to Beauty
Christina’s World, Andrew Wyeth, 1948, Contemporary Realism A lawn is nature under totalitarian rule. -Michael Pollen in Second Nature Apparently, our yard is particularly suited to the thistle. I have never seen such huge, healthy plants. The stems are easily an inch in diameter, the leaves are a foot long and three inches wide, with…
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The Power of Intent: Habits for Life On Purpose
All paintings on this page by Claude Monet, 1840-1926, Impressionism Living intentionally requires a person to be intentional! At first, it is hard work, much harder than the old, unhelpful habits. Living with intention means always on — at first. Every response and reaction is up for research. Every focus and flow is questioned. You…
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The Bookmark: April
Blossoming Almond Branch in a Glass with a Book, Vincent vanGogh,1888, oil on canvas, Arles, France. An inch of rain is predicted today, starting at 11. As I am writing the skies are clear. I have plans to pull weeds if it doesn’t rain, and to sew a dress if it does. I guess I…
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An Exaltation of Larks
A little madness in the spring is wholesome even for a king. -Emily Dickinson And what could be madder than the English language? Here’s some perfectly grammatical sentences allowed in English. Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.Will Will Smith smith?The old man the boat.The complex houses married and single soldiers and their families.A boat shipping boat transports…
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In Poetry We Say…
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar. –Percy Bysshe Shelley The Donkey When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn,Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born.With monstrous head and sickening cry And…
