“To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Grow into the child…monos en theos…†…jim
“May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.”
John O’Donohue
Find the wonder in something that can only make one wonder! …†…monos en theos jim
“If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life.” Rachel Carson
Somedays I feel like such a voyeur of life. It is so intriguing to follow a scene and imagine about the wonder of someone elses wonder.
Don’t lose the wonder of story and life. monos en theos…†…jim
“I’ve seen a look in dogs’ eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt,and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.”
John Steinbeck
Dont be afraid of direct eye contact, you just might see into the soul of another . en theos †† jim
“I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made straight and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.
I live in a place of beautiful isolation. I fall into the trap that I am living a dream. Then at times I am shaken and realize that I have just been sleeping, not really living a dream.
Do you have a dream, are you living it, or did you just fall asleep in the middle of it? en theos ††† jim
http://thebeautifuldue.wordpress.com/2014/01/20/when-i-think-about-martin-i-think-about-james/
We went for a walk with our dogs in the cool of yesterday’s evening and were just frozen for a small moment in the beauty we so often walk right past. To think that the light that now refracted through our atmosphere to frame this mesquite tree and reflect into my heart, just eight minutes ago was 93,000,000 miles away. Now that is a moment to ponder.
” When I admire the wonder of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in worship of the Creator.” – Mahatma Gandhi
May time deliver you a gift today ††† en theos ††† jimwork
I first saw this thunderhead around 2:00pm far off to the East. It was just a hint, a little puff of white peeking over a nearby peak. Over the tick of several hours, I watched the glory of it build. I invited my wife to come. “you got to see this thing.” Her jaw fell and the eyes widened, “How far away is it?” I used my man eyes and gazed the distance, trying hard to scale the landscape and speculate an estimate. “Twenty maybe 30 miles”, I reckoned in a most manly way.
I grabbed my Nikon and walked to Ms Wilson’s flowering Agave one house to the west. In a matter of minutes the sun fully set and the magic of the light faded into grey. While processing images, I went to Accuweather to check the radar. This majestic wonder was still a hundred miles distant. So much for man’s estimate of glory!
He loads the clouds with moisture;
he scatters his lightning through them.
At his direction they swirl around
over the face of the whole earth
to do whatever he commands them.
He brings the clouds to punish people,
or to water his earth and show his love. Job 37:11-13
In a secular way, Edward Abbey also sums it all up pretty nicely:
“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds”….Edward Abbey
PEZFULEZFEELIN”@U ††† en theos ††† jlawrence
I used to listen to the song “Green Door” as a young kiddo. I always liked it and knew most of the words by heart, but it painted a mystery of “The Green Door”. A google search turned up that it is still pretty much a mysterious color for a door.
“(The) Green Door” is a 1956 popular song with music composed by Bob Davie and lyrics written by Marvin Moore. The lyrics describe the allure of a mysterious private club with a green door, behind which “a happy crowd” play piano, smoke and “laugh a lot”, and inside which the singer is not allowed. At the time the song was popular, many believed it was inspired by a green-doored restaurant and bar called “The Shack”, but according to longtime Columbia resident Frederick Allen, the name came from a brothel in town during the 1930s nicknamed “The Green Door.”
The song’s title inspired the title of a short story that was made into a pornographic film, Behind the Green Door.
Behind the Green Door (1940)[5] is a Penny Parker mystery novel by Mildred Wirt Benson. In the novel, the secret door hides some illegal activity at a ski-resort hotel; no music or vice is involved in this book aimed at adolescent girls.
It is also the name of a letter written by David Berg, the former leader of the cult once called the Children of God and later renamed “The Family”-—he used it as a term for molesting little children.
“The Green Door” is the name of a saloon in Cheyenne, Wyoming, as well as Park Hall, Maryland
Within the American intelligence community, “green door” is a slang verb, meaning to restrict an individual’s or organization’s access to information and/or locations. “We green doored them” or “The situation has been highlighted by the ‘Green Door’ compartmentation and exclusion”.
The Green Door is a San Francisco Medical Marijuana Dispensary.
Seattle Medical Marijuana The Green Door: Legal Washington Medical Marijuana.
Founded in 1976, Green Door is recognized nationally as one of the most successful community-based mental health centers. Each year, we help over 1,800 men and women living with severe and persistent mental illness to lead independent and productive lives. We are the second largest center serving people with mental illnesses in Washington, D.C.
Watch which doors you go through†††Peace out†††en theos†††jim
The Incy Wincy Spider went up the water spout.
Well in this case, he was going down the blade of reed grass growing by a small pond. He was “incy”, only about an inch in length including those seemingly long legs. As I watched him he seemed to be working at trimming off a small thread like portion of the reed. He repeated this pattern several times letting the threads fall to the ground.
Is it just me? These little observation of behavior just lends itself to the wonder of it all. What was he doing, what is the purpose of his collecting?
Allow yourself to fall into the mysteries that arise on your journey.††††††nada te †††jim
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