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“Yesterday, Day of Recollection, realized again above all my need for profound and total humility—especially in relation to any work I may do for peace. Humility is more important than zeal. Descent into nothingness and dependence on God. Otherwise I am just fighting the world with its own weapons, and there the world is unbeatable. Indeed, it does not even have to fight back: I will exhaust my self and that will be the end of my stupid efforts. To seek strength in God, especially in the Passion of Christ.”
“On the night watch, hurrying by, I pushed open the door of the novice’s scriptorium and flashed the light over all the empty desks. It was as if the empty room were wholly full of their hearts and their love, as if their goodness had made the place wholly good and rich with love. The loveliness of humanity, which God has taken to Himself in love, and the wonder of each individual person among them. This is of final and eternal significance. To have been appointed by God to be their Father, to have received them from God as my children, to have loved them and been loved by them with such simplicity and sincerity, without nonsense or flattery or sentimentality: this is completely wonderful and is a revelation...”
- Thomas Merton, The Intimate Merton (December 11,1961)
Great Blue Heron in a watery environment.
From the same 2021 folder as the last photo - Another New Year's Eve photo!
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Like a pebble that one tosses in a living, swirling stream
And the thousand circles spreading on the water as it flows
Like the starry horses spinning on the moon’s merry-go-round
Like the flattened rings of Saturn, or a carnival balloon
Like the circle path that’s followed by the hours without end
Like the journey ’round the world of a sunflower in bloom
You set spinning by your name all the windmills of my heart
Like a skein of yarn unraveled by the small hands of a child
Or the words to an old favorite on the soft harps of the wind
Like the snow caught in a whirlwind, like the seagulls’ wheeling flight
Over Norway’s towering pine trees, over white-capped ocean waves
Like the circle path that’s followed by the hours without end
Like the journey ’round the world of a sunflower in bloom
You set spinning by your name all the windmills of my heart
God remembers what you told me by the flowing stream that day
But the summer has an ending, young birds fall from out their nest
And already, see! our footprints growing fainter in the sand
I’m alone now at the table which my fingers set to sound
Like a tambourine that cries beneath the drops of falling rain
Like the songs which pass away upon having been forgot
And the early Autumn leaves, encountering skies of lesser blue
Are now painted, by your absence, in the colors of your hair
Like a pebble that one tosses in a living, swirling stream
And the thousand circles spreading on the water as it flows
With each changing season’s winds, you set spinning by your name
All the windmills of my heart
Since God cannot be grasped in the way perceptible objects can, boredom serves to wean us away from equating union with God and feelings of God’s presence as a state of constant peace and recollection. These feelings are impermanent, patterns of weather but not the mountain itself.
-An Ocean of Light Contemplation, Transformation, and Liberation Martin Laird, O.S.A., pg 65
My grandparents staircase built at the turn of the century (1900) which I've passed thousands of times . Graz . Styria . Austria . Europe
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
William Wordsworth. Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
My grandparents staircase built at the turn of the century (1900) which I've passed thousands of times . Graz . Styria . Austria
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"Memory is deceptive because it is colored by today's events."
— Albert Einstein
"Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.”
— Bob Dylan
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Getting 'H' up Moel Siabod, it was so lovely to share the rest stops with him.....this being the first and always much needed one!
When traveling around in I-90 corridor it is always fun to look up at the surrounding hills and mountains and pick out places to which we have been. From this vantage point, I could see the location where I stood to shoot the images for a panorama of the Snoqualmie Pass area. The spot is the small area of snow in the middle of the image where the ridge starts to decline.