Saturday, October 31, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
ALIEN SIGHTING
Photo by S. Auberle
For the last two hours, thin people in bright clothing have been running past my house, down the long, golden tunnel of my road. The rain has finally stopped, the temp is 39 degrees, and earlier, a weak sun attempted to appear but it's gone now. The very thin people don't seem to notice or care. The looks on their faces are intense. The womens' hair bounces down their backs and I wonder what they're thinking of as they plod along for fifty miles. What it's like to be first? What it's like to be last? Are they running to something? Or away? I think of the times in my life I should have run...and didn't. Both ways. But that kind of thinking gets you nowhere fast, so then I begin pondering how not in shape I am, and how not athletic, and that gets you even less nowhere. Finally, after nearly three hours of nagging, non-specific guilt at watching these creatures, I think I know the answer--they are, clearly, not from this planet! A shiny, aluminum spaceship, under cover of yesterday's nor'easter, deposited them here, with the express purpose of inducing guilt. They're aliens! I mean, let's face it, who on this planet would, voluntarily, run FIFTY miles?
Okay, since that issue is solved, finally, think I'll go bake a pumpkin cake...
For the last two hours, thin people in bright clothing have been running past my house, down the long, golden tunnel of my road. The rain has finally stopped, the temp is 39 degrees, and earlier, a weak sun attempted to appear but it's gone now. The very thin people don't seem to notice or care. The looks on their faces are intense. The womens' hair bounces down their backs and I wonder what they're thinking of as they plod along for fifty miles. What it's like to be first? What it's like to be last? Are they running to something? Or away? I think of the times in my life I should have run...and didn't. Both ways. But that kind of thinking gets you nowhere fast, so then I begin pondering how not in shape I am, and how not athletic, and that gets you even less nowhere. Finally, after nearly three hours of nagging, non-specific guilt at watching these creatures, I think I know the answer--they are, clearly, not from this planet! A shiny, aluminum spaceship, under cover of yesterday's nor'easter, deposited them here, with the express purpose of inducing guilt. They're aliens! I mean, let's face it, who on this planet would, voluntarily, run FIFTY miles?
Okay, since that issue is solved, finally, think I'll go bake a pumpkin cake...
Friday, October 23, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
REFLECTIONS
Photo by S. Auberle
After many years of questions and questings, I've concluded that there is, indeed, a heaven. It's right here on this planet of ours. Not any one particular spot, for every place has its own beauty. But now and then a new place comes into our life. Like this little village I found this past weekend, while traveling autumn roads. When you come into this place, a door closes behind you. Closes out all that frantic pace; wars; droughts; famines; disasters. You can breathe again. And you do. Serenity flows in your blood like the clear river winding through the village. Only in dreams have you visited a place like this. There are few people about...now and then a man and his dog; a woman strolling across a bridge. You want to lie down in the still-green grass, drink in the autumn colors until you are satiated with beauty. You want not to think. Just be. Until the door opens again and you must leave. But you had a taste of heaven. You had a glimpse, and that is what matters.
After many years of questions and questings, I've concluded that there is, indeed, a heaven. It's right here on this planet of ours. Not any one particular spot, for every place has its own beauty. But now and then a new place comes into our life. Like this little village I found this past weekend, while traveling autumn roads. When you come into this place, a door closes behind you. Closes out all that frantic pace; wars; droughts; famines; disasters. You can breathe again. And you do. Serenity flows in your blood like the clear river winding through the village. Only in dreams have you visited a place like this. There are few people about...now and then a man and his dog; a woman strolling across a bridge. You want to lie down in the still-green grass, drink in the autumn colors until you are satiated with beauty. You want not to think. Just be. Until the door opens again and you must leave. But you had a taste of heaven. You had a glimpse, and that is what matters.
Monet's paintbox
there,
lying on the shore
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
SOMETHING FROM A POEM
photo by S. Auberle
"The kingdom of heaven is good.
But heaven on earth is better.
Thinking is good.
But living is better.
Alone in your favorite chair
with a book you enjoy
is fine. But spooning
is even better."
~ Li-Young Lee
~ from "Self-Help for Fellow Refugees"
poetry collection entitled "Behind My Eyes"
Monday, October 05, 2009
Thursday, October 01, 2009
WHAT IF
Artist Unknown
"What if imagination and art are not frosting at all,
but the fountainhead of human experience?"
~ Rollo May
The Courage to Create
Am very pleased to say that my writing may be found on the 100th edition of the fine e-zine, Quill & Parchment, which can be reached at the hot button below. Just keep scrolling down till you come to "Last Stand."
If passwords are needed, they are (lower case only) :
october and eagle
Hope you can drop by for a visit...