Pegasus Wings

finding the way, the place
where comfort and strength coexist
touching heart and spirit
driven beyond inner myth

look for a dream over boredom
shine out of everyday trudge
attitudes like shackles binding
let go, get out of the drudge

float as a hummingbird singing
flit as a butterfly - glide
bask on the waters à la duckling
on wings of Pegasus ride

Unquiet

The Unquiet Grave

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The Wind doth blow today,
my love,And a few small drops of rain;
I never had but one true-love,
In cold grave she was lain.

I'll do as much for my true-love,
As any young man may;
I'll sit and mourn all at her grave
For a twelvemonth and a day.

The twelvemonth and a day being up,
The dead began to speak:
'Oh who sits weeping on my grave,
And will not let me sleep?

'Tis I, my love, sits on your grave,
And will not let you sleep;
For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips,
And that is all I seek.

You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips;
But my breath smells earthly strong;   
If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips,   
Your time will not be long.

"Tis down in younder garden green,
Love, where we used to walk,
The finest flower that ere was seen
Is withered to a stalk.

The stalk is withered dry, my love,
So will our hearts decay;
So make yourself content, my love,
Till God calls you away.

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Hear a stirring rendition on youtube at Unquiet Grave
Kate Rusby is penultimate folk singer.
Slightly different lyrics than the ones above - but lovely...

you might also enjoy...

http://www.procreo.jp/labo/flower_garden.swf

just hold down the left mouse button and move slowly over this web page...

ask receptionist to hold all your calls

*Things Not To Say or Do at a Job Interview*

** See photo of interviewer's family on desk, point, start laughing uncontrollably.

** Ask if there is only one emergency exit, grin and say; 'Boy!, I bet this floor would be in trouble if someone barricaded that.'

** Inquire on office policy of friends staying over.

** Claim you wouldn't even need a 'sit-in' job if Al Einstein hadn't stolen your secret patent for '2000 Flushes'

** Over-emphasize your ability to use a copier.

** Ask if it's O.K. that you sit on the floor.

** Allow that you would little impact on the overhead budget, because you swiped all the supplies from your other job.

** Although parking was free, insist that they validate something or you're not leaving.

** Mention your resume would have been stronger, but you didn't feel like making anything else up.

** Walk into interviewer's office with a tape measure, measure office from a few angles, put away, declare; 'NOW we can begin.'

** Upon walking into the office for first time ask receptionist to hold all your calls.

Our Hearts are Sore

Our Hearts are Sore
by o'hOgain

our hearts are sore
individuals expecting more

looking for the greener
only seems meaner

letting things go
risks all makes a show

unwilling to give
fearful to live

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I wrote the above as a response to a friends post "reactions" (thanks shadow)
and then promptly read Matthew 18:15-18
which is the ultimate "how to forgive"...
it begins with ""If your brother sins against you..."

and goes on to describe how you should go to them...

I think one of the best things we can do is get the following phrases in our vocabulary and use them often.
"I made a mistake"
"I'm sorry"
"Please forgive me"

This type of talk (spoken from the heart) keeps our relationships working properly.
They are like routine maintenance on a vehicle.
Of course we should never forget our manners,
yet too often, we blame, and sit back and wait for an apology.

What happened to going to the other person and talking it out?

When is the last time you went after forgiveness with the passion it calls for?

one of my favorites

Fluent

I would love to live

Like a river flows,

Carried by the surprise

Of its own unfolding.

~ John O'Donohue~

ENTP

Extraverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving

Some Famous ENTPs:

Alexander the Great
Confederate General J. E. B. Stuart
Sir Walter Raleigh

A Functional Analysis -- by Joe Butt

A Few More Famous ENTPs

U.S. Presidents:

John Adams, 2nd US president.
[Adams appears to have been competing with
Thomas Jefferson to see who would live the
longest. ("Jefferson surv...")]

James A. Garfield (who could reportedly write Latin
with one hand and Greek with the other, simultaneously)

Rutherford B. Hayes

Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt

Thomas Edison
Lewis Carrol, author (Alice in Wonderland)
Julia Child
Suzanne Pleshette
George Carlin
Valerie Harper
John Candy
John Sununu
Weird Al Yankovick
Marilyn Vos Savant
Alfred Hitchcock
Tom Hanks
David Spade
Céline Dion
Matthew Perry, Chandler ("Friends")
Rodney Dangerfield

Type Relationships for ENTPs:

Identity	Pal	Complement	Contrast
Supplement	Anima	Suitemate	Cohort
Companion	Tribesman	Advisor	Pedagogue
Enigma	Novelty	Neighbor	Counterpart

catch yourself in the act

I wanted so to spread the flowers at the grave yesterday.
We had 4 dozen roses. The idea is to pull the flowers off the stems and spread the petals on the grave.
Unfortunately, I had put the pinkish ones in the bottom drawer of the fridge, the white ones had been on a higher shelf.
But the pink ones had been in the "meat drawer" and managed to freeze somewhat.
So they were not easily stripped off the stems and strewn over the grave.

Maybe it is not such a terrific example, but I was an adult about it.
We should have just placed them on the grave as is, but I was "serious" and wanted to wait until they thawed a bit to spread them on the grave.

Sooooo... when was the last time you "acted just like a grownup" !!!???

Come on now, be honest ... :)

Week No. 117

from ... http://curiousasacat.blogspot.com/


1) What is the worst experience you have ever had in a car? when i was about 7 i got car sick reading a book on the way to my grammaws (about a 45 minute drive), i must have been white as a sheet - they gave me some coca-cola to get me over it
- thank God no serious accidentes

2) Who is your personal hero, and why? i have always been a huge fan of Frank Zappa due to his musical genius

3) Name the one thing you have done that has caused you the most guilt during your lifetime. i didn't realize it was going to be a problem when it happened, there was an old barn where we rode our bikes, my buddy and i found some sort of nude magazine, there were men and women wearing nothing but party hats in the pictures, it wasn't extreme porn, but it shook me up a bit at 10 and spurred a desire for more, or maybe it was just a starting point of what could have happened anyhow. am i an addict, i don't think so, but it's been roughly 40 years and that moment still bothers me a bit
- close second, i took some coins from my dad when i was 12, they meant something to him, but not to me, shouldn't a done that one...



4) What is the most important duty or chore you perform regularly? interact with my children, Katie 18, Kelley 15, Slade 11 - 2 daughters and a son

5) Show and Tell. What comes to mind first when you see this picture? Or, tell a story if it reminds you of one.

this looks like my own dresser, only there should be random receipts, a couple of AA batteries and a small stack of books. but what is that big jar?

Thanatopsis

William Cullen Bryant. 1794–1878

TO HIM who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides	5
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images	10
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;—
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around—	15
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air—
Comes a still voice—Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,	20
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go	25
To mix forever with the elements;
To be a brother to the insensible rock,
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.	30
Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world,—with kings,
The powerful of the earth,—the wise, the good,	35
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods—rivers that move	40
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,—
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man! The golden sun,	45
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings	50
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings,—yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first	55
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest; and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe	60
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come	65
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,
The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man—	70
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take	75
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch	80
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. see also "Song of the Stars"

the ultimate question for stargazing

"Has the sheep eaten the flower or not?" (From "the Little Prince" by Saint-Exupery)

This is posed as the ultimate question for stargazing, but...
unless you've read the book,
and unless you're a child (or at least not a grownup),
and unless you are willing to take a chance on being consoled,

you will want to find out why...

Friday Fill-Ins: No 71

Get yours HERE

Those of you with multiple blogs or private blogs...if you could add your link to the Fill-Ins, that would be GREAT!

Questions courtesy of Julie this week; if you'd like to leave some for future use, I'd love it!

1. The omelete had an extra secret ingredient; it was tobasco !
2. A bluebird flew through my window.
3. Right now, I need to play in a jam session.
4. The movies is where I went Thursday night; it was Nim's Island.
5. Why does an ingrown toenail hurt so much?
6. All I can think of is the void.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to kid baseball, tomorrow my plans include more baseball and Sunday, I want to sing some songs!

frosting

when I walked out the front door to put bubby on the bus
there was a wee toadstool on the lawn
so I grabbed the camera for pic

it is unusual how the dew appears white
looks like frosting :) spread ever so thinly

critical activity

tell them you love them
nothing any more important
sounds simple yet

a friend of mine said
"my wife wants her mom to say "I love you" to her"
she doesn't want to prompt it
it needs to come from her mom's own intuitive heart
maybe if i post this - then it will start a chain reaction and
get back to my friend...


please please please
"tell them you love them"
and furthermore "tell your friends to tell them too"

River Bed

a river bed though once a rivulet

or perhaps the largest glacial gape

gawks in awe of thaw

water scrambles over gravel, mud, sand

scratching it’s itchy places

a river bed though once a ditch

or perhaps a meteoric skidmark

receives due reward

slow widenings, gently to receive

the infusion release of mountain, plain, hill and dale

a river bed though once a single drop

or perhaps shiftless mantle shuffled ‘neath

hidden shimmer below grassy earth

flows winding oxbows till swinging

touching bank to bank the bed straightens

a river bed surrounds, shapes, sings

or perhaps reflects inspires life changes

dynamic, instantaneous, subtle, life long

stretches body, mind, soul

rising each day the river flows

tight sounds

water running in the tub
pet footsteps, especially the cat (Twilight)
Mr Coffee
hydro-floss in use
the AC (or Heat) just kicked on
truck's door hinge
click of magnet lock release
keyboard in the next cube
fan on power supply
hum of the phone set on vibrate
keys in pocket while walking
the dryer
a zipper
head smushes a pillow

~ how's your hearing? name a few of the sounds of your day...

the reality of being a survivor

1. When did you realize you were wounded?

I woke up; there was a sense of loss. The wound was intuitive and cognitive, suspected and known, esoteric and tangible, burning and numb.

2. Did you feel alone due to this wound?

No, the wound was there. Being alone was just part of the landscape.
A solitude of weariness hovered like smoke above a campfire on a muggy evening.

3. Is it important to explain this wound to someone?

Yes it is important to share wounds, difficulties, struggles with someone.
And also highly important is being aware that it can and does happen to each of us.
Unique and discreet moments when our humanity displays its vulnerable side are common to all persons.

week number 116

http://curiousasacat.blogspot.com/

1) what are the three most important family values in your family? for the world? are they the same?

family: love, respect, cleanup after yourself :)
world: respect, cleanup after yourself, be suspicious of politicians
Same: if we can get to respect we can work on love, politicians earn any suspicions they awaken

2) name your least favorite candy. why do you dislike it so much?

any kind the kids like, they wind up taking it away from me unless they don't like it :)

3) among your friends, which would you choose as the next pope?

bob, he has opinions - has reasons and doesn't mind sharing them (with authority) and he is down to earth with a deep sense of personal fairness. oh yeah, and i think he may be a reformed baptist

4) what is the slowest realization you've ever come to?
all my realizations are slow, should i pick one? it's quite a journey this wonderful life, just to be thankful and grateful in all circumstances


5) show and tell. what comes to mind first when you see this picture? or, tell a story if it reminds you of one.
gentle reminder SLOW - the clouds, the distant mountains, the green esplanade tree lined to the right, the rock fence
SLOW - a response to "high" priced gasoline ($3.50 a gallon - today)
SLOW - the pace of my life
SLOW - look back and evaluate
SLOW - just before you stop

Send your name to the moon

Just follow the above link - it is no joke.

It's totally awesome to know your name is going to the moon!!!

bright mountain behind the mountain

See more at Kathleen Raine poems


The Wilderness

I came too late to the hills: they were swept bare
Winters before I was born of song and story,
Of spell or speech with power of oracle or invocation,

The great ash long dead by a roofless house, its branches rotten,
The voice of the crows an inarticulate cry,
And from the wells and springs the holy water ebbed away.

A child I ran in the wind on a withered moor
Crying out after those great presences who were not there,
Long lost in the forgetfulness of the forgotten.

Only the archaic forms themselves could tell!
In sacred speech of hoodie on gray stone, or hawk in air,
Of Eden where the lonely rowan bends over the dark pool.

Yet I have glimpsed the bright mountain behind the mountain,
Knowledge under the leaves, tasted the bitter berries red,
Drunk water cold and clear from an inexhaustible hidden fountain.

Kathleen Raine