• coffee life,  quotes

    …their distinctive humanity

    It is not, I think, a question of when and how the white people will “free” the black and the red people. It is a condescension to believe that we have the power to do that. Until we have recognized in them the full strength and grace of their distinctive humanity we will be able to set no one free, for we will not be free ourselves. When we realize that they possess a knowledge for the lack of which we are incomplete and in pain, then the wound in our history will be healed. Then they will simply be free, among us—and so will we, among ourselves for the first time, and among them.

    Wendell Berry, The Hidden Wound, 1989

    Is his observation accurate? Do we want to see the wound in our history and have it healed? Do we want to be simply free? How deeply ingrained is this wound? These are truly questions each of us must answer individually and live accordingly. May you enjoy your Saturday!!

  • landscape,  sunsets

    Sunset Colors

    “Honor the sacred. Honor the Earth, our Mother. Honor the Elders. Honor all with whom we share the Earth: Four-leggeds, two-leggeds, winged ones, Swimmers, crawlers, plant and rock people. Walk in balance and beauty.”

    Native American Elder

    My Thanksgiving dinner was roasted vegetables and a piece of blueberry pie. It was 20 degrees this morning so no bicycling but when it warmed up to 39 degrees I went on a 7.7 mile bicycle ride to Spring Creek Park. Later just as the sun was setting I drove to Fossil Creek Park to see about sunset colors over Portner Reservoir. I love the pastel colors in this image and also enjoyed being photobombed by a flock of Canada Geese coming in from the fields. Not the best photo because it was handheld at 1/25th of a second.

    Today is Native American Heritage Day. It is was setup to celebrate the vibrant cultures, traditions, and heritages while recognizing Native Americans’ many contributions. Seems to me the Native Americans knew how to honor the sacred, who we share the earth with, and live in harmony with it. While we are arrogantly destroying the sacred and arrogantly still considered them less than us. Our arrogance keeps us from being students of life. And, we have so much to learn!!

  • fall season,  leaves,  quotes

    To Love Another

    “… for one human being to love another… is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.”

    Rainer Maria Rilke

    May you be filled with gratitude, pie, and love!
    Happy Thanksgiving!!

  • clouds,  landscape,  quotes,  sunsets

    Heroes

    Sunset from my sisters patio

    Heroes are transmutation agents — people who alchemize suffering and restlessness and rage into love, who compost disappointment into fertilizer for growth, who break down cynicism to its building blocks of helplessness and hubris, then metabolize the toxin out of the system we call society.

    Marian Popova

    We awoke to a dusting of snow this morning. I meet my friend Mark this morning for breakfast then do a couple of things around the house. I am thankful this morning for the heroes that I have in my life, both men and women. My life is richer because of the heroes who have loved me, those beautiful transmutation agents. Stay warm and have a wonderful day!

  • Candid Portraits,  Family,  Travel

    I’m back

    My dad, who will be 96 in January

    I arrived home Sunday afternoon about 2:30 pm. We had mechanical problems on the flight out to Phoenix on Wednesday and needed to return to the gate. That delayed us by an hour and a half. The trip back was smooth except for turbulence coming into Denver.

    I enjoyed my visit with my dad, my sister and brother-in-law. I ate more sweets than I have in a while and have no one to blame but me. I felt my pants had shrunk by the time I got back on the plane. But my wise father suggested it was due to altitude changes, having nothing to due with eating two pieces of my sisters Lemon Meringue pie, or a piece of chocolate cream pie, or two sugar cookies each with a quarter inch of frosting, not to mention the turkey, ham, beef brisket or any of the other trimmings …..

    Today is a rest day. I like this photo of my dad as he has that mischievous look.

  • coffee life,  quotes,  shadows

    Our Character As a People

    I leave at O’dark-thirty tomorrow morning (4:05 am shuttle pickup) to spend a few days in Phoenix with my 95 year old dad and my sister and brother-in-law. We will celebrate Thanksgiving a week early and I will probably overeat. I’m not expecting to post anything until I get back on Sunday. We have had blue skies with scattered clouds but it’s been a cold, blustery day, which makes for a good day to stay inside and pack for the trip.

    I love the shadows

    What the government will or will not do is finally beside the point. If people do not have the government they want, then they will have a government that they must either change or endure. Finally, all the issues that I have discussed here are neither political nor economic, but moral and spiritual. What is at issue is our character as a people.

    Wendell Berry, The Hidden Wound

    The above quote is near the end of Wendell Berry’s book, called The Hidden Wound. Even though the book was written in 1989 this quote seems to aptly apply to our situation today. I’m not a believer in looking to a government, a new legislation, or some leader to make our social, political or economic situations better, although they can help. For several years our real issues in our society, its government, and I will include the world, are really moral and spiritual. He’s right: What is at issue is our character as a people. What is sad to me is that people do not want, or even know how, to look internally at their character. Or, worse yet, many have no idea what character means. It’s much easier to point a finger elsewhere. Anyway, I will be off line for a few days.

  • frost,  leaves,  quotes

    The Morning’s Frost

    Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift.

    Robin Wall Kimmerer