Full Firefly Moon
This Friday's full moon rises Thursday as the sun sets.
Elmore Morgan Jr. quote:
"Keep your creative juices flowing and don't just look, but take the time to truly see the evening sky."
2-26-18 I rose from my slumber after a wild birthday celebration, Mimi's, not sure of the time, I looked out the window into the dark towards the "shed". Wait a light! Flashlight? Reflected headlight off glass? Someone after my 19 prize hens, the girls? A thief out to relieve me of some of my "stuff" stored in the shed? Read junk, not likely y'all! There it is again! Whew it is only a firefly. Wait it is the only the first firefly of 2018! I now have a name for this alert!
I must email Charles, Dr. Allen, he tracks such events. Shoots, sadly he says that he saw his first last Friday, shucks! Charles does not like to loose, so perhaps he made that up, I know I would to win the prize, naw, Charles don't lie y'all!
THE OLD WISDOM
When the night wind makes the pine trees creak
And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky,
Go out my child, go out and seek
Your soul: The Eternal I.
For all the grasses rustling at your feet
And every flaming star that glitters high
Above you, close up and meet
In you: The Eternal I.
Yes my child, go out into the world, walk slow
And silent, comprehending all, and by and by
Your soul, the Universe, will know
Itself: The eternal I.
Jane Goodall
I have been reading an epic historical novel, Empire of the Summer Moon a violent, fast, fascinating, exciting and fun read about the Comanche nation. Did I say that those Indians beat the pants off of the Texans for the longest time. It seems the Comanches quickly stole horses after first contact with the Spanish conquerors and mastered hunting and warfare on horseback. These simple hunter/gatherers also became very competent horse breeders. Breeding the best and riding gelded ponies. The tough grass-fed little Spanish ponies had been under Comanche control for 200 years when the Texans tried to drive them off of their lands. Comanche warfare was conducted on horseback whereas the Europeans rode grain-fed draft animals and dismounted when meeting the enemy. The Texans used slow firing hunting rifles the Comanche used rapid fire bows and arrows and lances with deadly effect. So if you are into blood and gore, this is the book for you!
My buddy Prairiedog recommended the book and said he had to finally quit reading it because he tired of the violence. I discovered the truth about all this as I read through all of the violence. It turns out that Cynthia Ann Parker, captured by a Comanche raiding party at the age of 9 in a famous raid/massacre and adapted by a childless coulple of the tribe and accepted by them and after growing up, finding a mate and having children, noted later that she was very happy with the People as they were kind and good to her and that she had developed a fondness for fat delicious Prairiedogs, even more than she loved buffalo... Now this is why Prairiedog quit reading, violence to Prairiedogs! I quit too Prairiedog, I have had enough but it was fun while it lasted.
This spring stuff is amazing y'all, one day it is winter three later thing are growing and in a week flowering. Oh my!
I still have 2 Hummers at the feeder, one a Rufus, the other a larger female, not sure. I have noticed that the dawn flights of fishermen, Ibis, on their way to the crawfish ponds are large enough to darken the sky for a moment.
A few months back I heard a Krista Tippet interview on public radio. She has a program On Being and I said to myself, self, this lady is very smart and interesting, I should read her stuff. Book I bought is Speaking of Faith, Why Religion Matters- and How to Talk About It. Different from my usual fare but I'm glad to dip my toes in this pool. From early on in that book:
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
Then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyod your recall,
Go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
And make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
-Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours:
Love Poems to God, Translated by Anita Bar-
rows and Joanna Macy.
I have been swamped, we are interviewing for three positions in our department, a director, a petroleum geologist AND A SOIL MICROBIOLOGIST (this is the only one I know anything about and what I know is that we have three outstanding applicants and one of them is an exceptional fit)
so I will sound off with a Brian Doyle poem, he is writer my bud David Lee recommended to me, this is from Epiphanies & Elegies:
SECRET:
My sons are draped on me
In a back pew in church
One on each shoulder
Like warm epaulets.
One is asleep and the other
Is muttering wetly in my ear.
He is telling me a secret,
But I can't make out
A single syllable of the secret.
It's a really secret secret.
I say to him later,
What was the secret?
He says he can't tell me:
It's a secret. He says,
I gave it in your ear
And then I had to forget it too.
Those are the rules, he says.
Full moon is Friday but rises grandly Thursday as the sun sets! Be there or be square. P and I will raise a glass of tart 3/20 red to you our friends.
Peace love possumhugs
BT
Elmore Morgan Jr. quote:
"Keep your creative juices flowing and don't just look, but take the time to truly see the evening sky."
2-26-18 I rose from my slumber after a wild birthday celebration, Mimi's, not sure of the time, I looked out the window into the dark towards the "shed". Wait a light! Flashlight? Reflected headlight off glass? Someone after my 19 prize hens, the girls? A thief out to relieve me of some of my "stuff" stored in the shed? Read junk, not likely y'all! There it is again! Whew it is only a firefly. Wait it is the only the first firefly of 2018! I now have a name for this alert!
I must email Charles, Dr. Allen, he tracks such events. Shoots, sadly he says that he saw his first last Friday, shucks! Charles does not like to loose, so perhaps he made that up, I know I would to win the prize, naw, Charles don't lie y'all!
THE OLD WISDOM
When the night wind makes the pine trees creak
And the pale clouds glide across the dark sky,
Go out my child, go out and seek
Your soul: The Eternal I.
For all the grasses rustling at your feet
And every flaming star that glitters high
Above you, close up and meet
In you: The Eternal I.
Yes my child, go out into the world, walk slow
And silent, comprehending all, and by and by
Your soul, the Universe, will know
Itself: The eternal I.
Jane Goodall
I have been reading an epic historical novel, Empire of the Summer Moon a violent, fast, fascinating, exciting and fun read about the Comanche nation. Did I say that those Indians beat the pants off of the Texans for the longest time. It seems the Comanches quickly stole horses after first contact with the Spanish conquerors and mastered hunting and warfare on horseback. These simple hunter/gatherers also became very competent horse breeders. Breeding the best and riding gelded ponies. The tough grass-fed little Spanish ponies had been under Comanche control for 200 years when the Texans tried to drive them off of their lands. Comanche warfare was conducted on horseback whereas the Europeans rode grain-fed draft animals and dismounted when meeting the enemy. The Texans used slow firing hunting rifles the Comanche used rapid fire bows and arrows and lances with deadly effect. So if you are into blood and gore, this is the book for you!
My buddy Prairiedog recommended the book and said he had to finally quit reading it because he tired of the violence. I discovered the truth about all this as I read through all of the violence. It turns out that Cynthia Ann Parker, captured by a Comanche raiding party at the age of 9 in a famous raid/massacre and adapted by a childless coulple of the tribe and accepted by them and after growing up, finding a mate and having children, noted later that she was very happy with the People as they were kind and good to her and that she had developed a fondness for fat delicious Prairiedogs, even more than she loved buffalo... Now this is why Prairiedog quit reading, violence to Prairiedogs! I quit too Prairiedog, I have had enough but it was fun while it lasted.
This spring stuff is amazing y'all, one day it is winter three later thing are growing and in a week flowering. Oh my!
I still have 2 Hummers at the feeder, one a Rufus, the other a larger female, not sure. I have noticed that the dawn flights of fishermen, Ibis, on their way to the crawfish ponds are large enough to darken the sky for a moment.
A few months back I heard a Krista Tippet interview on public radio. She has a program On Being and I said to myself, self, this lady is very smart and interesting, I should read her stuff. Book I bought is Speaking of Faith, Why Religion Matters- and How to Talk About It. Different from my usual fare but I'm glad to dip my toes in this pool. From early on in that book:
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
Then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyod your recall,
Go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
And make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
-Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours:
Love Poems to God, Translated by Anita Bar-
rows and Joanna Macy.
I have been swamped, we are interviewing for three positions in our department, a director, a petroleum geologist AND A SOIL MICROBIOLOGIST (this is the only one I know anything about and what I know is that we have three outstanding applicants and one of them is an exceptional fit)
so I will sound off with a Brian Doyle poem, he is writer my bud David Lee recommended to me, this is from Epiphanies & Elegies:
SECRET:
My sons are draped on me
In a back pew in church
One on each shoulder
Like warm epaulets.
One is asleep and the other
Is muttering wetly in my ear.
He is telling me a secret,
But I can't make out
A single syllable of the secret.
It's a really secret secret.
I say to him later,
What was the secret?
He says he can't tell me:
It's a secret. He says,
I gave it in your ear
And then I had to forget it too.
Those are the rules, he says.
Full moon is Friday but rises grandly Thursday as the sun sets! Be there or be square. P and I will raise a glass of tart 3/20 red to you our friends.
Peace love possumhugs
BT
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