PJ 36 Chapeter 2 REC #2 GERMAIN
PJ 36 CHAPTER 2 REC #2 GERMAIN TUESDAY, AUGUST 13, 1991 1:43 P.M. YEAR 4, DAY 362 NATURE IS NOT COMPLEX Everything in Nature which is strong and substantial is SIMPLE. Complexity always... More »
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PJ 36 CHAPTER 2 REC #2 GERMAIN TUESDAY, AUGUST 13, 1991 1:43 P.M. YEAR 4, DAY 362 NATURE IS NOT COMPLEX Everything in Nature which is strong and substantial is SIMPLE. Complexity always... More »
BHAKTI AND JNANA Those who tread the path of jnana and yoga are liable to become proud of their powers and wisdom. Bhaktas are humble, humility being the foundation of bhakti yoga. Jnana yoga is... More »
The world as we know it, in the times we are approaching, seems to be splitting down the middle, not physically but more from the point of view,the way that the human mind works. The... More »
Thanks all for the kind welcome. I've just spent the last 2 hours climbing around the site, trying to make sure I've responded to everything. It' a rabbit hole KES, I signed up with the... More »
Todays writing... The wind is blowing. The wind is speaking, a gentle hush, and it is raining. ‘What is it in me that cannot take in rain and nourishment?’ the woman asks of herself. She... More »
Yeah, what Jenny said. Which leads me to read again, looking for what's supposed to be bad about this piece (since you posted it here in TBW). Ok, so bad writing? Well, maybe the sudden... More »
As in nature, comes the calamity, then hope, then renewal. Symbolic of this idea, on the first date with my wife, Karen, a hike in the mountains near Mt. St. Helens on May 18, 1980,... More »
I enjoy seeing your comments Gabriele. After I wrote that about children loving their mother or not, I thought to myself "Ok you've said it now think of a specific example." At first I was... More »
Leigh-Anne, glad you came back to say some more. I think the key word here for me is patience - that definitely rings a bell and is something that needs a LOT of practice and... More »
Jenny, great you came back to clarify this! I totally trust in Leigh-Anne's ability to stay tuned with what Christine might feel and make it come across authentically, but I am not that sure about... More »
The Business Strategy Simulation:New University, Udayagiri, TN. Dates: 7, 8.11.12 August 2009, 9 AM- 5.00 PM Number of participants - 61 including Facilitators, MKR, NP, Sri, San, JM The System of Profound Knowledge, (Deming)... More »
It is amazing to me as I watch a newly hatched butterfly fly for the first time. Experiencing the flowers. As I observe the butterfly learn, I learn about the butterfly. I learn that upon... More »
It's been a while since I shared my hikes up the mountain online. In fact, I have been more or less silent online for a time. My publishing (online and off) so absorbed me that... More »
I dreamed last night that I had carefully prepared a lavish meal for my friends. Everything was so perfectly prepared, flowers on the table, plates of delicious food waiting for my guests to sit down... More »
SUMMER ---growing up in a tiny perfect little town, not even a town, too small to even be a town. But it had everything a kid like me needed. My sister Helen and I... More »
Growing up I lived next to the largest fresh water lake in the world, lake superior. It is always cold, even in the heat of the summer. I would work in a cafe, and in... More »
If wishes were horses - beggars would ride, was my Gran's frequent remark. Life is pretty perfick as Is. My grandaughters are visiting this week. Mum's younger sister too, my partner has a long 4... More »
One day as a man was walking along the beach, he noticed that there was a rock sticking out of the sand. It was an unusual looking rock. There was something about the way the... More »
Tour of the Gila Writing race reports while you’re racing at altitude is not that easy to do. Here it is after the fact. I took two days driving to Silver City. I left Sunday... More »
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The pleasure of risk is in the control needed to ride it with assurance so that what appears dangerous to the outsider is, to the participant, simply a matter of intelligence, skill, intuition, coordination - in a word, experience. Climbing, in particular, is a paradoxically intellectual pastime, but with this difference: you have to think with your body. Every move has to be worked out in terms of effort, balance and consequences. It is like playing chess with your body. If I make a mistake, the consequences are immediate, obvious, embarrassing and possibly painful. For a brief period, I am directly responsible for my actions. In that beautiful, silent world of the mountains, it seems to me worth a little risk.
This song of the waters is audible to every ear, but there is other music in these hills, by no means audible to all. . . . On a still night, when the campfire is low and the Pleiades have climbed over rimrocks, sit quietly and listen . . . and think hard of everything you have seen and tried to understand. Then you may hear it - a vast pulsing harmony - its score inscribed on a thousand hills, its notes the lives and deaths of plants and animals, its rhythms spanning the seconds and the centuries.
I hold that Christian grace abounds Where charity is seen; that when We climb to heaven, 'tis on the rounds Of love to men.
We climb to heaven most often on the ruins of our cherished plans, finding our failures were successes.
There is no use whatever trying to help people who do not help themselves. You cannot push anyone up a ladder unless he be willing to climb himself.
To me it seems basic to the getting rid of fear to know that our trials, of whatever nature, are not motiveless. In our present stage of development we could hardly do without them. So often looking . . . ugly . . . they are in reality the branches by we which we catch on and climb. They are not obstacles to happiness. . . . Every call of duty has its place in this ideal; every irksome job, every wearisome responsibility. The fact that we are not always aware of it in no way annuls the other fact that it is so. . . .
I won't grow up I don't want to go to school Just to learn to be a parrot and recite a silly rule. If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow uuuuuuup, not me. I won't grow up I don't want to wear a tie and a serious expression in the middle of July. And if it means I must prepare to shoulder burdens with a worried air I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow uuuuuuup, so there. Never gonna be a man, I won't Like to see somebody try and make me Anyone who wants to try and make me turn into a man, catch me if you can! I won't grow up not a peny will I pinch I will never grow a mustache or a fraction of an inch Cause growing up is awfuller than all the awful things that ever were I'll never grow up, never, grow up, never grow uuuuuuup, no sir! I won't grow up I will never even try I will do what Peter tells me and I'll never ask him why I won't grow up no, I promise that I won't I will stay a kid forever and be banished if I don't And Neverland will always be the home of peace and joy and librety I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow uuuuuuuup, not me!
High Flight Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never the lark, nor even eagle flew- And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high, untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air.
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