Chickadee
-6 degrees
Chickadee
One part heart
Three parts feather
How big is the spark
That beats in you
And doing so
Warms us both?
— Claudia Kern
You can find this poem and others along with some of Claudia Kern’s art at the Unitarian Universalist Congregation of the Upper Valley website.
Also… tomorrow, 20 March 2021, at 5:37AM (0937 UTC) marks the Vernal Equinox.
Happy Spring!!!
Words of wisdom from the inside of a Dove chocolate wrapper.
Congratulations President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris!
“Inhale the future,
Exhale the past.”
———-Layne R., Ohio
The time is always right to do what is right.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
– Hugh Nibley
I was on the verge of something numinous and profound and in one more second the universe was going to crack open and arcana would rain down on my head like grace and all the cosmic mysteries were going to be revealed.
– Kate Atkinson, Emotionally Weird
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
– Steve Jobs
If you could travel back in time to the present moment, what would you do differently?
– Robert Brault
California Dreamin’
on such a winters day
The Shortest Day
by Susan Cooper – 1974
So the shortest day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen,
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us — listen!
All the long echoes sing the same delight
This shortest day
As promise wakens in the sleeping land.
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends, and hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year, and every year.
Welcome Yule!
We are all travelers.
We see what is true and we push past what we know to be false.
The question is: Where do we go?
What place is true and good and real?
Where is the place that will speak to us in a voice that is familiar and kind?
Where is true found… and false forgotten?
Where?
(an advertisement for New Mexico… Adventure that feeds the soul begins here. NewMexico.org)
