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From Whence Cometh My Strength
Much comes to mind when I read Jon Katz’ s blog http://BedlamFarm.com which is a favorite. His problems I can relate to because my most formative years were on The Farm. When I write my memory is always sitting in some farmplace. His blog by guest…
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An Ever Fixed Mark
An Ever Fixed Mark What can be written that has not been written before? What are the new voices saying to old hearts turning mellow? Not much one hears is different except the ever fixed mark which shrouds a piece of truth and shows its consistency. It is exactly that. . . an ever fixed…
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Argument With Crossed Signals
Another Argument with Crossed Signals There was a maxim often repeated when I was growing up that one never ‘tempts the gods.’ My ‘sense of’ justice and unfairness peaked early for me for which I was punished. When I was a child, I was puzzled that the big people did not take issue with this…
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The Reclused
The Reclused We do not violate the solitude cherished as a milch cow on a painted pasture. We usurp with kindness any benevolence dispensed on us as gratitude. What are we for you might well ask, since in previous times we reclused to the woods, garnering ourselves to buffet so many affairs as insults to…
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Not A Whim Of The Potter
It is a wonderful play on words when we are given a phrase and then run like the wind with it. I was reading about a ‘sense of snow’ and the history of it. How someone with this sense can tell you many things when seeing a footprint in the snow and who made it,…
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Take A Minute Here. . . .
Life without illusions is still worth living simply because it is sweet and beautiful enough as is. In any dimension. It is a psychic affront when the need to rest in front of the fire finds one has to build it first. But no fire warms as well as the fire one builds with one’s…
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Stop it! Don’t Hurt Him! He’s My Brother!
When much is given, much also is required. At what price, at what value is understanding? The Teacher As I look back upon the growth areas of my life, I still see the influence of the child within me. My family alternated between deep affection for me and a perplexity they could not reconcile. Mother…
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Suffer The Little Child
The Teacher Speaks. . . . Any human action which must delve into its past for a pattern for progression is bound to fail. There must of needs be new attitudes, new forms of behavior that speaks to the new man and new times. A reaching back to the cradle for behavior, for mannerisms befitting…
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You Cannot Teach Thirsty. . . .
The Teacher Speaks. . . . you cannot make a horse drink when it is not thirsty. You cannot do it. Only when the thirst is there will the horse or the person or the being know to drink to satiate. But you cannot teach thirsty. You cannot teach learning. You cannot teach hunger. You…
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Not In My Understanding. . . Orphans All
It was not in my understanding that the New Testament scripture so often quoted ‘ suffer little children and forbid them not, to come unto me for of such is the kingdom of heaven’ that the children would never grow up. If what was meant was innocence and wondrous awe I could believe. But what…