“Don’t be yourself. Be someone a little nicer. “
Mignon McLaughlin, journalist and author (1913-1983)
Friday, July 27, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Ode To A/C
by Florence Ondré
On breath of heat from throated sun
Wilting like wildflowers coming undone
I take to the coolness of human made things
Like iced air from machines puffing up my wings
With sweet respite from seasonal mariahs
Pavement a baking with nature's fires
Drink in through pores smoothing the skin
Feeling the softness of my soul within
Sinking into comfort; a raw relief
From second to second restores belief
Feeling pleasure over pains
Enjoying both natural and invented gains
Creativity born from mind and need
Is a helpful and beautiful thing indeed.
So, hail to inventors of all kinds
Who flow energy to fruition from their minds.
I think of you all in gratitude
As the air of conditioning smooths my mood.
On breath of heat from throated sun
Wilting like wildflowers coming undone
I take to the coolness of human made things
Like iced air from machines puffing up my wings
With sweet respite from seasonal mariahs
Pavement a baking with nature's fires
Drink in through pores smoothing the skin
Feeling the softness of my soul within
Sinking into comfort; a raw relief
From second to second restores belief
Feeling pleasure over pains
Enjoying both natural and invented gains
Creativity born from mind and need
Is a helpful and beautiful thing indeed.
So, hail to inventors of all kinds
Who flow energy to fruition from their minds.
I think of you all in gratitude
As the air of conditioning smooths my mood.
Quote For The Day
“The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.”
Madeleine L’Engle, writer (1918-)
Madeleine L’Engle, writer (1918-)
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
The Gratitude Pool
It's great to be alive and, though on some days I don't feel so, there is some small nugget which catches my soul's eye and calls, "Take me to your heart, I'll fit."
SHHHHHH, You Know Who Is Here
by Florence Ondré
In the early morn, UPS trucks were scudding up and down streets like Dumbledore's Army, leaving hefty square packages with 'the beloved name' on them inside screen doors, in apartment post boxes, on porches and house steps.
The lucky had been to midnight parties, celebrating the moment each tome could be purchased...12:01 AM; one minute after midnight.
Children of all ages, right up to excited adults, wore their cloaks, sorting hats, Mrs McGonagle feathers and Mad Eye Moody eye patches.
The silence of the night extended to bright, blue-sky day and still not a peep. Children of Saturday riotously going about their business of play seemed missing from the scene.
Everywhere was quiet. Not a human voice was heard in the entire neighborhood.
All was a hush over the land.
The books had been delivered.
And all that could be heard, was the sound of...reading.
In the early morn, UPS trucks were scudding up and down streets like Dumbledore's Army, leaving hefty square packages with 'the beloved name' on them inside screen doors, in apartment post boxes, on porches and house steps.
The lucky had been to midnight parties, celebrating the moment each tome could be purchased...12:01 AM; one minute after midnight.
Children of all ages, right up to excited adults, wore their cloaks, sorting hats, Mrs McGonagle feathers and Mad Eye Moody eye patches.
The silence of the night extended to bright, blue-sky day and still not a peep. Children of Saturday riotously going about their business of play seemed missing from the scene.
Everywhere was quiet. Not a human voice was heard in the entire neighborhood.
All was a hush over the land.
The books had been delivered.
And all that could be heard, was the sound of...reading.
Quote For The Day
"The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, not to worry about the future, or not to anticipate troubles, but to live the present moment wisely and earnestly."
Siddartha Guatama Buddha
Siddartha Guatama Buddha
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