Wisdom whispered on
the hawk's wings
as it glided
across the glen's sky
Snippets of knowledge
chirped in staccato pulses
from deep leafy boughs
Thoughts swept over rocks
as unseen waters followed
a winding tunnel
'twixt forest and meadow
The poet listened intently
to understand the messages
Word arrive on butterfly wings
Of all the names
in your lunar
like the ripe
bedecked in moonbeams,
we feed each
from our fingers
with bubbles of
Novelist, poet, playwright, and psychotherapist Paul Goodman (1911–1972) identified nine types of silence in his book, “Speaking and Language: Defence of Poetry”.
“Not speaking and speaking are both human ways of being in the world, and there are kinds and grades of each. There is the dumb silence of slumber or apathy; the sober silence that goes with a solemn animal face; the fertile silence of awareness, pasturing the soul, whence emerge new thoughts; the alive silence of alert perception, ready to say, “This… this…”; the musical silence that accompanies absorbed activity; the silence of listening to another speak, catching the drift and helping him be clear; the noisy silence of resentment and self-recrimination, loud and subvocal speech but sullen to say it; baffled silence; the silence of peaceful accord with other persons or communion with the cosmos.”
There are other types of silence: the silence of despair, of…
The last few times we have been to feed the goats and donkeys, we have only found the donkeys. Both Buddy and Holly have made real asses out of themselves (no pun intended).
The owner, David Wyant, told us that about two week ago, Buddy bit Bully Junior. He found Junior on the ground by the fence and thought he was dead. When David reached to pull him up, Junior looked dazed but was able to eat something. Buddy was sent to the pen for this offense and Junior was moved to the back pasture with Nellie, where he still remains.
Nanny is also now in the back pasture because David says she has been the victim of too much bullying, Bob and I have observed this many times–from both Bullies, Buddy, and Holly.
Apparently Buddy has developed a taste for goat nip. After biting Junior on the left leg, he also tried to bite Senior of the right leg. This was a surprise since Buddy and Senior used to both line up at the fence for food until Holly chased them both away. So Senior is also now in the back pasture.
The bites on Holly’s neck were from Buddy when he tries to have his wicked way with her after he has already gotten her with foal. She was no longer in the mood for his attentions. NO means NO whether it’s from a girl or a jenny.
Holly is obviously tired of both men in her life. Emmet is growing up and starting to look at Holly in way that will not do him any good.
Leave me the heck alone. A girl gets no peace with you two around. She bares her teeth at both of them when they try to get some of the food at the fence. She is eating for two now.
The U.S. Army Military District of Washington will conduct a Presidential Armed Forces Full Honor Wreath-Laying Ceremony at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, followed by an observance program hosted by the Department of Defense in the Memorial Amphitheater at Arlington National Cemetery. A prelude by the U.S. Army Band “Pershing’s Own” will begin in the amphitheater at 11:15 a.m.
President Biden will lay the wreath at the ceremony, hosted by Maj. Gen. Patrick E. Matlock, Special Assistant to the Director of the Army Staff. Attendance at the wreath-laying ceremony will be limited to official participants only
The VA is proud to host public Memorial Day commemoration ceremonies at more than 120 of our national cemeteries this Memorial Day weekend. Please check out the listing below to find ceremony dates and start times for a cemetery near you.
Cemetery information, including address and phone number, can be found by clicking on the hyperlink in each cemetery’s name. We look forward to your company as we honor the patriotism and sacrifice of all those who have served in our nation’s armed forces.
Featuring all-star musical performances and tributes, the 33rd annual National Memorial Day Concert from PBS will air and stream on Sunday, May 29, 2022, honoring our men and women in uniform, Veterans, their families and all those who have given their lives for our country.
“A book, once it is printed and published, becomes individual. It is by its publication as decisively severed from its author as in parturition a child is cut off from its parent. The book “means” thereafter, perforce, — both grammatically and actually, — whatever meaning this or that reader gets out of it.”
“A novel, or indeed any work of art, is not intended to be a literal transcription from Nature … Life is a series of false values. There it is always the little things that are greatest. Art attempts to remedy this. It may be defined as an expurgated edition of Nature.”
“Poetry is man’s rebellion against being what he is.”
“Un libro, una volta stampato e pubblicato, diventa un individuo a se stante. Con la sua pubblicazione viene nettamente separato dal suo autore come durante il parto un bambino è separato…
There once was a girl in a car
who did not get to drive very far
while trying to turn
she had to re-learn
that stopped vehicles, her progress will bar.
Dedicated to the teenager that did not look ahead at the stopped vehicles ahead of her, when she was too preoccupied trying to make a left into a busy gas station to get something to eat. The good news is that nobody was hurt; the bad news is that three vehicles now need varying levels of repair.
Just found out the insurance company totaled the car because it would cost more to repair than the 5 year old car was worth.
Today is Pi Day. It’s celebrated annually on March 14th, a day dedicated to the mathematical constant, usually represented by the Greek letter π. Its value is approximately equal to 3.14 and represents the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter, i.e. π = circumference/diameter.
The reason that March 14th is celebrated as Pi Day is because the date represents the initial value of the constant Pi, If you follow the (month/day) format then you can clearly see how it’s initial number is formed.
π as irrational number, can’t be expressed as a common fraction, although factions like 22/7 have been commonly used to approximate it, but decimal representation never ends. Even if we calculate pi to n number of places, it would still be an approximation of the actual value. A number of the world renowned mathematicians have worked on the approximation, and…
WP is being obnoxious today. These pictures all showed up fine on my phone and computer, but not for anyone else. I just saved them and reloaded them. Please let me know if still do not show up for you.
Harriet Tubman escaped from a Maryland plantation in 1849. She returned and for the next several years helped 70 other slaves escape, without losing any of the passengers on the Underground Railroad.
The holiday was adopted into law by the U.S. Senate on March 6, 1990, passed through the House of Representatives the next day, and proclaimed as a holiday by then-president, George Bush, on March 9 in the same year.
Despite Colson Whitehead’s portrayal of the Underground Railroad as a series of subterranean trains, it was actually a series of routes that enslaved Americans took to reach freedom in the ‘Free States’ or even Canada.
Thanks to our chance meeting with David Wyatt recently, we learned more about the Donkeys.
Hairy Donkey is really Nelly.
Mother Donkey is really Holly. She was one of two donkeys purchased about Christmastime several years ago. She has had four foals in four years, which is the major reason that stud father, Buddy, is now in the back pasture. David wanted to give Holly a break from foal bearing.
Nelly’s foal, who they recently discovered is not a Jenny but a baby Jack. The foal’s name was changed from Emma to Emmett.
Hi, I’m Emmett and I am almost one year old. My mother is Holly and her friend is Nelly. Some people think that I look more like Nelly than Holly. Buddy is my father. Since I do not look like either of them, I don’t know what donkey bloodlines I carry.