The weight of the days weigh heavy on us all. I write, I hike, I search, I search for now. Where could it be? Everything that might be is found there in its entirety. Where is it?
Right here and right now, Miguel. In this ladybug on my camellia bush, in my grandson’s laughter, my partner’s hug, my cousin’s tears, your beautiful presence.
I've been wrong (as usual) most of my life. I have been a lover of pelargoniums forever as they are so bright and vibrant and plain old delightful to my liking BUT I always thought, similar to the old saying that "all prunes are plums but not all plums are prunes", such that "all geraniums are pelargoniums but not all pelargoniums are geraniums." I now see they are related and in the same family but in fact are different species. So it goes as they both are beautiful.
I liked what you said here, "Please know, dear readers, that I am not trying to pretend everything is OK when it isn’t. I am deeply, profoundly troubled by the state of US and global affairs. I am only trying to counterbalance the bad with the good in however small and humble ways that I can, because I still believe in the power of goodness." Well Mel on my counterbalancing scale, your words today weigh a ton compared to the featherweight of idiocy that has taken over the world.
For some reason this song popped into my head thinking of what you wrote and weights and measures and the lines I guess that maybe triggered it go like this
"Now I don't know, but I been told
It's hard to run with the weight of gold
Other hand I have heard it said
It's just as hard with the weight of lead
We've talked about this before and why Robert Hunter wrote it as he saw the havoc that the small minds of the Rolling Stones (you know who could be substituted here for today's world mess) at Altamont Speedway created and it chilled him to the bone as he lamented "One way or another, this darkness got to give"
ooops I fell into a rabbit hole on this one but I know when I pop out I'm going to see your face peeking through some lovely red geraniums. Know that when you see a big bush full of pelargoniums my mug might be right behind them too, maybe ..... baby ;o))
Thank you Tomás. Love you so much. “The featherweight of idiocy that has taken over the world…” I wish it felt like featherweight but it certainly is idiocy! Somehow, Jerry’s young, friendly face, his voice, the band, the fans… it all just makes everything feel alright. And when both you and Jerry assert it, I can just about believe that this darkness WILL give. Thanks for your peace and love and goodness here. ❤️😘
I know you do, dearest Rae, and together we are doing our significant parts to fill the world with more of it. “Flower power” - I love that phrase and it takes me straight back to the ‘70s! Thanks for transporting me, and for your always lovely presence here. 💕
Ah Mohika, that pleases me so very much! To know that some small thing you have shared has brightened someone’s day is one of the greatest joys in life! Thank you for telling me that!
The weight of the days weigh heavy on us all. I write, I hike, I search, I search for now. Where could it be? Everything that might be is found there in its entirety. Where is it?
Right here and right now, Miguel. In this ladybug on my camellia bush, in my grandson’s laughter, my partner’s hug, my cousin’s tears, your beautiful presence.
Well hell Mel
I've been wrong (as usual) most of my life. I have been a lover of pelargoniums forever as they are so bright and vibrant and plain old delightful to my liking BUT I always thought, similar to the old saying that "all prunes are plums but not all plums are prunes", such that "all geraniums are pelargoniums but not all pelargoniums are geraniums." I now see they are related and in the same family but in fact are different species. So it goes as they both are beautiful.
I liked what you said here, "Please know, dear readers, that I am not trying to pretend everything is OK when it isn’t. I am deeply, profoundly troubled by the state of US and global affairs. I am only trying to counterbalance the bad with the good in however small and humble ways that I can, because I still believe in the power of goodness." Well Mel on my counterbalancing scale, your words today weigh a ton compared to the featherweight of idiocy that has taken over the world.
For some reason this song popped into my head thinking of what you wrote and weights and measures and the lines I guess that maybe triggered it go like this
"Now I don't know, but I been told
It's hard to run with the weight of gold
Other hand I have heard it said
It's just as hard with the weight of lead
We've talked about this before and why Robert Hunter wrote it as he saw the havoc that the small minds of the Rolling Stones (you know who could be substituted here for today's world mess) at Altamont Speedway created and it chilled him to the bone as he lamented "One way or another, this darkness got to give"
ooops I fell into a rabbit hole on this one but I know when I pop out I'm going to see your face peeking through some lovely red geraniums. Know that when you see a big bush full of pelargoniums my mug might be right behind them too, maybe ..... baby ;o))
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cqv8FljeTiU
Please don't dominate the rap, Jack
If you've got nothing new to say
If you please, don't back up the track
This train's got to run today
I spent a little time on the mountain
Spent a little time on the hill
Heard some say, "better run away"
Others say, "better stand still"
Now I don't know, but I been told
It's hard to run with the weight of gold
Other hand I have heard it said
It's just as hard with the weight of lead
Who can deny? Who can deny?
It's not just a change in style
One step done and another begun
And I wonder how many miles?
I spent a little time on the mountain
Spent a little time on the hill
Things went down we don't understand
But I think in time we will
Now I don't know, but I was told
In the heat of the sun a man died of cold
Keep on coming or stand and wait
With the sun so dark and the hour so late
You can overlook the lack, Jack
Of any other highway to ride
It's got no signs or dividing lines
And very few rules to guide
I spent a little time on the mountain
I spent a little time on the hill
I saw things getting out of hand
I guess they always will
Now I don't know, but I been told
If the horse don't pull you got to carry the load
I don't know whose back's that strong
Maybe find out before too long
One way or another, one way or another
One way or another, this darkness got to give
One way or another, one way or another
One way or another, this darkness got to give
One way or another, one way or another
One way or another, this darkness got to give
Thank you Tomás. Love you so much. “The featherweight of idiocy that has taken over the world…” I wish it felt like featherweight but it certainly is idiocy! Somehow, Jerry’s young, friendly face, his voice, the band, the fans… it all just makes everything feel alright. And when both you and Jerry assert it, I can just about believe that this darkness WILL give. Thanks for your peace and love and goodness here. ❤️😘
I believe in the power of goodness too! Thanks for spreading the flower power 🌺 That first picture blew me away with its beauty ❤️
I know you do, dearest Rae, and together we are doing our significant parts to fill the world with more of it. “Flower power” - I love that phrase and it takes me straight back to the ‘70s! Thanks for transporting me, and for your always lovely presence here. 💕
Love Richard Rohr
Me too Annie! Which is your favorite book of his?
Your geraniums have brightened my morning!!
Ah Mohika, that pleases me so very much! To know that some small thing you have shared has brightened someone’s day is one of the greatest joys in life! Thank you for telling me that!