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Showing posts with label 2019. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2019. Show all posts

Monday, November 4, 2019

Observation - November 4th, 2019, Monday


The leaves on the maple have yellowed and fallen

They blanket the yard outside my window

The day is gray and sodden

There were snowflakes falling in dark of the morning

Millions of fragile crystal falling to the ground

All of their uniqueness, becoming nothing at all


Wednesday, September 4, 2019

Observation - September 4th, 2019, Wednesday


Kitty is speaking to me

She wants to know where her taste of butter is

Her meow is simultaneously a question and a complaint

She moves of her perch by the window

Crosses the carpet to where I sit at my desk

She nudges me, to get me up

To go to the kitchen and lift the lid on the dish where

The stick of soft butter rests

Dab my finger into it and return

She has taken her spot on the arm of the couch

The place she receives her daily treats

She is speaking to me

It took you long enough is what I hear in her meow

She licks the butter from my finger tip

Lays down to clean her paws


Thursday, July 4, 2019

Observation - July 4th, 2019, Thursday


It is cool in the morning, and sunny

People walking by the lakeside, dogs alongside them

The air is still

The face of the water is smooth and glassy

Millfoil breaking the surface near the fishing dock, by the shore

Listen to the walleye jumping

The sound of running shoes thumping

It is slow on the street

Tuesday, June 4, 2019

Observation - June 4th, 2019, Tuesday


There is the soft light of morning in late spring

The solstice is approaching, summer will soon be in full swing

A bus rumbles by the window, the number 4, rolling down Bryant

The noise filters in through the window screen, with a cool breeze.

Kitty licks a spot of butter from her paw

A dog is barking on his morning walk

People are stirring on their way to work

The birds have grown quiet for the rush hour

Saturday, May 4, 2019

Observation - May 4th, 2019, Saturday


The sky is gray and cloudy in the big city
New York, the air is filled with a fine mist
People fill the streets early and traffic is humming
Going to and from their jobs early in the morning
A fireman stands in traffic and shouts
His booming voice bellowing for the taxi to STOP!
As he guides the big-rig into the garage
Beneath a tall building a half a block away
On 13th and 4th

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

New Year’s Day 2019 - A Holiday Reflection


A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Today is a day of beginnings.

A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct, the Princess Irulan said, in her biography of Muad’Dib

A small miscalculation at the outset, a subtle deviation from the plan will cause you to miss your mark by a wide margin, it may cause you to never reach your end, or to end in a place you never intended to be.

Great care must be taken at the beginning.

Be mindful of your aim.

Today it is a day of resolutions.

Doing is being, is what Ray Bradbury said:

To have done is not enough.
You cannot lie about, and lie about the things you might just do someday.
But do, and win the game.

Great things are accomplished (and by great I mean great on any scale; socially, professionally, personally, spiritually, privately), arrived at, built, discovered, in a series of small, regular and consistent steps.

With the steady application of effort, we can learn to do, and do just about anything.

Resolve to do something; be resolute.

Know this, if life is a river, it is a confluence of contradictions.

The process is just as important as the goal.

The archer is not only concerned with the object of her aim, but with drawing of her bow, with the tension in the string and movement of her goal.

2019, it is an odd number. I mean it is both odd as a numeral, and odd in that it portends to be a year marked by a chaos in the fabric of American life; in our politics, in our markets, in the environment which sustains us all.

We must be prepared.

2019 marks the continuation of a new era in American politics, in the American social order, in the American vision and the American experience, the truth, and the understanding of what truth is will continue to be assaulted, the assault will be constant, and heightened.

We must stand against it.

2019 calls for the expectation of hope to return to our cultural norms, a hope for the future of America’s promise, and the extension of the promise to the whole world.

2019 will be the year for justice with compassion, and for holding our leaders accountable for their crimes.

It is the first day, it is a day for unity and finding common purpose. We will need to stand together, both to support one another in our individual aspirations, and to support the advancement of the common good.