A true believer loves for his brother what he loves for himself.
Muhammad
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I was feeling a bit morose today, partly because it's another day without sunshine. We've had too much rain. I don't want these leaves going from green to brown so fast, you hear me? I want a little color outside my window, some yellow, red, orange, even some amber. See to it.
So I called my good buddy Marty. He's a positive sort and he set me straight, turned me around and pointed my nose toward the goal of seeing the rainbow that's always in my mind if I look for it. Thanks Marty.
Today I had the great pleasure of cleaning out the bird feeder. I'm here to tell you that you haven't lived until you've scooped up a bag full of moldy seeds and bird poop. A rare and hard to match experience. It's a good thing I'm not squeamish.
I should have taken the bird feeder inside when Irene came to call, but it was so well fastened to the railing (to prevent the vandal who chopped down the last one) that I just tied it off and left it there. After Hurricane Irene and Tropical Storm Lee had their ways with it the feeder was no longer fit for birds, squirrels or any decent beast.
So now it's clean (factory fresh, as they say). I put it out to dry, which it will do if Mother Nature doesn't drop any of her damn rain on it. Tomorrow I will reseed and hope to welcome back my chirping neighbors, even though they still dash off every time the see me.
And so my friends, brothers and sisters, bloggers and fellow pilgrims on the shore of a new season, let's try an Autumn Question.
DB - The Vagabond
Never Give Up
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AUTUMN QUESTION
What event over the past year changed your life, a lot or a little.
dbdacoba@aol.com
I am looking forward to your answers.
DB
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Sunday, September 25, 2011
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Brainless Behavior 10/11/09
There is no original truth, only original error.
Gaston Bachelard
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Are you there?
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It puzzles and often frustrates me how many different ways I can get things wrong. I, like many, can be very inventive and imaginative about how I screw things up. "Let me count the ways." No, let me not.
When I was a lad of about 8 years old a kind friend of my mother sent me to summer camp. The camp counselor was a Native American and so we had a lot of activities that were of an Amerindian nature. We all had Indian names. I was "Long Arrow." There was a lake with canoes, a wigwam, a circular pow wow place with a bonfire, horseback riding and archery. I enjoyed the archery and I was good at it, more or less. Mostly less.
The problem was that I would either hit the bulls eye or else I would completely miss the target. There was no in between. That action has become a metaphor for my life. I have occasionally hit the bulls eye but I have done a lot of missing the target.
The people I've chosen as friends or lovers, auditions I've been through, jobs I've taken, places I've gone, turns I've made, roads I've taken, things I've said, letters I've written, advice I've given, theories I've held onto, opinions I've defended, things I did or decided not to do, an endless list of errors that are all stacked up in my archives in the file marked "Arrows in the Grass."
Life doesn't unfold in a nice neat pattern, even though we might wish it to and often willfully try to make it so. I think the easiest thing in life to do is to get things wrong, to make a mistake. Nothing is simpler. Most of the time the mistake is a small and forgivable one. But sometimes it's a big one. Those are the ones we remember because we have to live with the consequences, either in daily life or in regrets.
And that's why it is so important to air out and don the garment of self-forgiveness. When you are facing one of life's targets remember there is a bulls eye, and the rest of the vast, unlimited universe is not it.
DB - Vagabond Journeys
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May this day be an adventure.
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AUTUMN QUESTION
This is not a contest.
If you could be remembered for one thing, what would it be and why?
You have all Fall to answer if you wish,
Reply here or at dbdacoba@aol.com
2 responses so far
Thank you
DB
Gaston Bachelard
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Are you there?
_________________
It puzzles and often frustrates me how many different ways I can get things wrong. I, like many, can be very inventive and imaginative about how I screw things up. "Let me count the ways." No, let me not.
When I was a lad of about 8 years old a kind friend of my mother sent me to summer camp. The camp counselor was a Native American and so we had a lot of activities that were of an Amerindian nature. We all had Indian names. I was "Long Arrow." There was a lake with canoes, a wigwam, a circular pow wow place with a bonfire, horseback riding and archery. I enjoyed the archery and I was good at it, more or less. Mostly less.
The problem was that I would either hit the bulls eye or else I would completely miss the target. There was no in between. That action has become a metaphor for my life. I have occasionally hit the bulls eye but I have done a lot of missing the target.
The people I've chosen as friends or lovers, auditions I've been through, jobs I've taken, places I've gone, turns I've made, roads I've taken, things I've said, letters I've written, advice I've given, theories I've held onto, opinions I've defended, things I did or decided not to do, an endless list of errors that are all stacked up in my archives in the file marked "Arrows in the Grass."
Life doesn't unfold in a nice neat pattern, even though we might wish it to and often willfully try to make it so. I think the easiest thing in life to do is to get things wrong, to make a mistake. Nothing is simpler. Most of the time the mistake is a small and forgivable one. But sometimes it's a big one. Those are the ones we remember because we have to live with the consequences, either in daily life or in regrets.
And that's why it is so important to air out and don the garment of self-forgiveness. When you are facing one of life's targets remember there is a bulls eye, and the rest of the vast, unlimited universe is not it.
DB - Vagabond Journeys
___________________
May this day be an adventure.
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AUTUMN QUESTION
This is not a contest.
If you could be remembered for one thing, what would it be and why?
You have all Fall to answer if you wish,
Reply here or at dbdacoba@aol.com
2 responses so far
Thank you
DB
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