Nov4

the time being.

Posted on November 4, 2017 by beth

and once again

daylight savings time comes to an end.

for the time being.

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“do not think that time simply flies away. do not understand “flying” as the only function of time. if time simply flew away, a separation would exist between you and time. so if you understand time as only passing, then you do not understand the time being. to grasp this truly, every being that exists in the entire world is linked together as moments in time, and at the same time they exist as individual moments of time. because all moments are the time being, they are your time being.”

― 13th-century Zen master Dogen Zenji, as quoted by ruth ozeki – A Tale for the Time Being

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image credit: david pearson- antique time spiral

Nov3

hopscotch.

Posted on November 3, 2017 by beth

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“i cling to the optimistic belief that the haphazard and the hopscotch,

the creature that sips among many flowers,

may actually come up with something…  ”

-b. leithauser

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hopscotch on sidewalk at postman’s rest park

ann arbor, mi usa

Nov2

sugar skulls.

Posted on November 2, 2017 by beth

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today our kinders

learned a beautiful lesson

about a lovely tradition

honoring those who we have loved and lost

and now continue to remember

on this very special holiday each year

and onward.

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“the core belief of the Day of the Dead is so poetic and simple: as long as we remember those who have passed away, as long as we tell their stories, sing their songs, tell their jokes, cook their favorite meals, then they are with us, around us, and in our hearts.

-jorge r. guiterrez

The Art of the Book of Life, Introduction
(Dia de los Muertos – Day of the Dead)

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this post is dedicated to little hazen

forever 5

who left us on this day

much loved

lost much too soon

and always remembered.

Nov1

ealuscop.

Posted on November 1, 2017 by beth

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the old english word ‘ealuscop’

means ‘ale-poet’;

one who recites poetry

while drinking beer.

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credits: painting by irishman, sean o’daniels, word origin from british medieval history

Oct31

all hallows’ eve.

Posted on October 31, 2017 by beth

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I spot the hills 
With yellow balls in autumn. 
I light the prairie cornfields 
Orange and tawny gold clusters 
And I am called pumpkins. 
On the last of October 
When dusk is fallen 
Children join hands 
And circle round me 
Singing ghost songs 
And love to the harvest moon; 
I am a jack-o’-lantern 
With terrible teeth 
And the children know 
I am fooling.

-"theme in yellow" -carl sandburg 1878-1967




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image credit: google images (vintage)