water
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.
– pablo neruda
today, mr. roger, our snowplow driver
came back to our room
and brought some of his favorite birds to meet us
these two are chickens named marco polo and maranella
and they are married.
his granddaughter has a chicken for a pet and reads with it
and he really loves birds
even more than snowplowing.
mr. roger even showed us some of maranella’s treasures – her eggs
and we had the chance to gently touch everything and ask all kinds of questions.
it was amazing because he knew all of the answers.
he sure knows a lot about a lot.
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“if I hadn’t started painting, i would have raised chickens.”
-grandma moses
el gato hopes that you each enjoy the holiday in your own way.
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“i will eat anything mexican – a sombrero, hacienda… anything.
they’ve perfected the combo of bread items and the grill. “
-tom delonge
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image credit: google images
*news about the cycle of life
saparmurat niyazov, president of turkmenistan, made a decree that divides life into 12-year cycles.
the decree says that childhood lasts until age 12, adolescence to 25, and youthfulness until 37.
the next 12-year cycles are divided into periods labeled – mature, prophetic, inspirational and wise.
old age begins at age 85.
hit 97 and enter a period named for oguzkhan, considered the founder of the turkmen nation, who died at 109.
* this cycle only applies to people in turkmenistan.
(apparently the rest of us are on our own to spin through life’s cycles as best we can.)
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“mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.”
-phyllis theroux
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credits: cbslocal.com, edogawa natural zoo – tokyo
“at last came the golden month of the wild folk–
honey-sweet May, when the birds come back,
and the flowers come out,
and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.”
― samuel scoville jr.
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image credit: proteus, ‘the elfin maypole float, 1887
‘spill simmer falter wither,’ the debut novel by irish author, sara baume
is a devastating, and at the same time, beautiful, ode to empathy, to humanity and to the outliers of the world.
this is not your usual story of a man and his dog.
instead, it’s a 200+ page lyrical poem, with a lot of dark moments, and a few glimpses of light.
as it moves through the seasons, you will come to understand what led them to become who they are.
this is the story of a person and an animal
who most people would pass by without giving them a second thought.
after reading this book, i cannot stop thinking about them.
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“i realise that you were not born with a predetermined capacity for wonder, as i’d believed.
i realise that you fed it up yourself from tiny pieces of the world.
i realise it’s up to me to follow your example and nurture my own wonder, morsel by morsel by morsel.”
― sara baume
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image credit: marinerbooks.com, sara baume,spill simmer falter wither
so, i actually cried while watching “the smurfs”
luckily there was some magic involved
that turned things around
as the universe tends to do
in its own strange way
unexpectedly
with no explanation
and all at once
everything was right with world again.
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“if it makes you cry, it goes in the show.”
-annie leibovitz
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image credit: sony pictures
were we looking at the frog or was the frog looking at us?
“it’s useful to go out of this world and see it from the perspective of another one.”
-terry pratchett
I didn't have my glasses on.... 