Paschal

For I remember it is Easter morn,
And life and love and peace are all new born. 

 ~Alice Freeman Palmer

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Fatigued

There will come a night
When I am able to sleep
Uninterrupted

Alas, not last night:
Wheezing whining trampling dogs
Take up too much room

The pillow is wrong
Where are the decongestants
Too hot and too cold

I need a nap now.

P!nk

Today, we are listening to P!nk  We admire her:  her music, her non-conventional beauty, her sense of irony, and her capacity to poke fun at herself and at the conventions of the entertainment industry.  Her un-self-consciousness.  Her ability to be herself.

Her willingness to Try.

Spring and Love

It is warm today.  Sunny. The grass is beginning to grow.  The trees are starting to put forth tiny leaves hither and yon.  Spring is in the air, and spring, always, reminds us of Love.  Today, we think about Love, in the words of Gerald G. May:

There is a desire within each of us,
in the deep center of ourselves
that we call our heart.
We were born with it,
it is never completely satisfied,
and it never dies.

We are often unaware of it,
but it is always awake.

It is the Human desire for Love.
Every person in this Earth yearns to love,
to be loved, to know love.
Our true identity, our reason for being
is to be found in this desire.

Love is the "why" of life,
why we are functioning at all.
I am convinced
it is the fundamental energy
of the human spirit.
the fuel on which we run,
the wellspring of our vitality.

And grace,
which is the flowing,
creative activity, of love itself,
is what makes all goodness possible.

Love should come first,
it should be the beginning of,
and the reason for everything.

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Humble Ant

When we went for a stroll in the Guadalupe Mountain State Park a couple of weekends ago, there were ants on the hiking trail.  Herself did not notice them until they were pointed out to her; and then she noticed them with an astonishing regularity.  They moved across the path in their busy little lines, doing whatever business needed to be done.  To and fro, separate yet together, like a Borg collective. 

We do not often see them -- and yet they are always there, working, striving, surviving.  Do they find satisfaction in their tiny Ant Tasks? Joy? Are they pure instinct, motivated by genes and pheromones and an inescapable drive? What is it like, to be an ant?

Be humble as the blade of grass that is being trodden underneath the feet. The little ant tastes joyously the sweetness of honey and sugar. The mighty elephant trembles in pain under the agony of sharp goad. -- John Ruskin

Well, THAT Is Pathetic

Tiny dog had surgery today to fix her luxating patella.  So pathetic. So sad. She's on highly restricted movement or the next three days, and then we will start working with her to learn how to use that minuscule leg all over again.  It's quite a strain on the other leg - let us hope that one cooperates and bears the necessary portion of her 4.3-pound load adequately while she recovers.

Poor tiny dog. We shall do our best to take care of her.

Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.

Fly Away

Some days, we dream of a time when all who depend upon us -- all the people and all the creatures -- are safe and content and without worry; when they can fully care for themselves and/or have others who don't hesitate to come to their aid whenever and however necessary; when they need nothing from us.  Then, for just a few moments, we will enjoy the strange and uncomfortable freedom of looking after solely ourselves.

And perhaps, if we are very, very lucky, someone else will look after us for a little bit, too.

Fly without wings;
Dream with open eyes;
See in darkness.
― Dejan Stojanovic

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