"Free and critical minds can emerge only by a return to the source-the primary sources. A free and critical mind takes nothing for granted and is not intimidated by "authorities" who frequently may be more confused than the general public. Free and critical minds seek truth without chauvinism or shame." - Dr. Asa G. Hilliard III (1)
“One single bit of information, if missing, incomplete, out of order or just plain wrong, has the potential to significantly alter thought processes, conclusions, decisions and behaviors, even when that one single logic entry exists in a sea of accuracy.”
Sunday, July 27, 2008
So far this year, vegetable gardening has provided liberal returns both tangible and intangible. My son and I have eaten several helpings of spinach and salad greens. Cherry tomatoes have been ripening slowly so I just eat them on the spot. I've picked a green onion or two because I couldn't wait. Cabbage, squash, green beans, and peppers have been devoured. One cabbage seems the most at ease in the soil so I'll wait until it's ready to come inside. I wonder what it will do with its twelve inch diameter head start if any of the late bloomers also get comfortable. If any can, it will be the pumpkin and not the cantaloupe or watermelon.
I've learned to share with the birds and insects. Who wouldn't want to taste delicacies that you can't get just anywhere? I choose to plant a little more than I need rather than use pesticides. I'd much rather diversify the landscape to encourage natural predators than import them.
The squirrels are presenting a different experience. They seem to dig for fun, take one bite out of young veggies and leave them where I can find them. The squirrel and I may never reach an understanding; however, one day I hope to understand why some plants have small yields while others are prolific and some are fast growers while others take their time to mature. Do their timing and production coincide with forgotten needs of ours or some other species of nature?
I am thankful to have answers to seek. I am also grateful for the tiniest of the microorganisms in the soil to the treasured genetics of every seed to the nutrient-laden rain to the spectrum of sunlight and to all processes that make life possible for all species.
gardening, gratitude, nature, species, thankful
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Every time the BUT sign appears, I already know to expect a left turn off the current path. When I read or hear, “I love you BUT,” I am programmed to cringe. When the complete thought turns out to be “I love you but we can't be together,” I am right once again.
When the complete thought is : “I love you but what else is new?” or “I love you but my actions have foreshadowed my devotion.” or “I love you but love is my spirit's gift. I come owning nothing, not even stolen moments in your presence, yet owing everything to favor,” I am wrong again and again and again.
When common usage becomes the rule rather than a reference, there is not only a potential to misunderstand a conjunction, but also every single word. Hearing it out or reading it out are the only ways to know what sense of the word is intended.
common usage, conjunction, love, reading, spirit
Sunday, July 13, 2008
I'm in a hurry to go nowhere. A lot of great, amazing and incredible things come out of nowhere. In nowhere, can't and fear are useful double dares in the presence of youthful undeveloped concern with trouble and cares. Impossibilities hang out there waiting on us to take the bait so they can come out of nowhere. This should make nowhere one hot destination of choice. Especially since the most vibrant, peaceful and renewing places are in the middle of nowhere. Clearly, going nowhere is better than staying where you don't want to be.
double dare, fear, nowhere, vibrant, youthful
Sunday, July 6, 2008
As thoughts, feelings and experiences turn into words turn into poetry, epiphanies are unfolding. What I create my entire lifetime has existed in the incubator of all imagination, the ageless Spirit, for less than a minute.
An epiphany is the art of the Spirit; therefore, the art humans create contains the richness of this Old Soul. Each person, each day, each epiphany and each piece of art all have the same power. I get the feeling there are many epiphanies hanging out on the periphery, waiting on me.
Old Soul, epiphany, art, poetry, Spirit, potential