When I am in my mind,
My mind gives me what it has:
When I am in my heart
My heart gives me what it is:
The roast turkey carries with it, in its chubby hold, a sizable portion of our primitive and pagan luggage.
Primitive and pagan? Us? We of the laser, we of the microchip, we of the Union Theological Seminary and Time magazine? Of course. At least twice a year, do not millions upon millions of us cybernetic Christians and fax machine Jews participate in a ritual, a highly stylized ceremony that takes place around a large dead bird?
And is not this animal sacrificed, as in days of yore, to catch the attention of a divine spirit, to show gratitude for blessings bestowed, and to petition for blessings coveted?
The turkey, slain, slowly cooked over our gas or electric fires, is the central figure at our holy feast. It is the totem animal that brings our tribe together.
~ Tom Robbins, Skinny Legs and All
This strangely still pause between summer and autumn, greenery and gold, and the heat and rising wind that is once again readying itself to rush it all away in a climactic symphony of color and scent is — in my opinion, one of the best parts about living on earth.
~ Victoria Erikson
What advice do I tell my grandson?
I listen to him.
~ Roy Haynes
an earth’d cloud
gentle blossom from
wanders through a dawn landscape
a sacred peace
murmuring softly, softly
a tendril of ancient breath
time comes alive
“Happiness is home. And home is not a house — home is a mythological conceit. It is a state of mind. A place of communion and unconditional love. It is where, when you cross its threshold, you finally feel at peace.”
— Dennis Leanne
After a lovely trip on the train on Sunday, I am back at Breezy Acres here in the Bogs. Little Wookie and I are getting reacquainted. I might be biased but I swear he is the most adorable boy in the world.
I have taken a couple of walks around the pond, but most of my time is spent with Little Wookie. Blog time is mostly nonexistent. I do peek in on you now and then, leaving a Like behind.
I had forgotten how wonderfully exhausting caring for an almost brand new baby can be. Just looking at his cute little face is better than a cup of coffee when it comes to getting reenergized, and playtime, when Little Wookie is smiling and laughing, is one of the most wonderful, magical things in the world.
At the end of the day, I sleep better than I have in years.
The little dude will probably wake up from his morning catnap soon.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be.