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Thursday, September 24, 2009

The furry, fuzzy, & feathered...

animals of the 3-County Fair.

10 comments:

Daily Classic said...: Fun pictures! I love the one of the cow!; September 24, 2009 4:00 PM
Karen L R said...: Such beauties, all.; September 24, 2009 5:45 PM
Kelly Jeanette said...: I want to hug the sheep! and hold the chicks! Great pictures.; September 24, 2009 7:50 PM
Poetic Artist said...: Oh I love animals, they are so cute. The sheep are so sweet.
They are all wonderful.; September 24, 2009 11:51 PM
magpie said...: So cool. the first time i was at a county fair i became obsessed by the chickens. i had never known there were so many kinds, so different.

these shots take me to the fair.; September 25, 2009 9:13 AM
April said...: Melanie--I've MISSED you! I spent the morning going back in time with your blog and all the great photos. I wish that I could have been following along. It's so familiar to me to see what you post. They are things that I love to photograph too and perhaps that is why I find you "a kindred spirit". I wish that you lived around the corner. I would love to come over and look at all you books, see the rusted metal that you photographed (I call it my Wabi Sabi art or sculptures), see the county fair, that cute frog in the leaf (how you see these things is amazing), and that heart that nature left you that J wasn't too sure of? Well...YES...of COURSE it is a heart!!! WE THINK ALIKE AND I AM HAPPY TO BE IN THE LAND OF THE LIVING AND MEETING UP WITH YOU AGAIN VIA THE INTERNET. I love you even though I have never met you. Is that hard to understand?; September 25, 2009 10:32 AM
April said...: Hey Melanie--I guess I logged in under my daughter's name. Sorry! This is Teri from Working the Earth. NOT April (although I know she would feel the same way!); September 25, 2009 10:34 AM
layers said...: Yes, they are furry fuzzy and feathered-- and cute-- thank goodness they go back to the 'farm' and don't live in those cages.; September 25, 2009 8:27 PM
Leslie Avon Miller said...: I love the animals most of all.; September 26, 2009 12:33 AM
JC said...: I love how curious the sheep look, and how blissed out the pig is!; September 28, 2009 10:42 PM

Meditation on Affliction

Assailed by afflictions, we discover dharma and find the way to liberation. Thank you, evil forces!

When sorrows invade the mind, we discover dharma and find lasting happiness. Thank you, sorrows!

Through harm caused by spirits we discover dharma and find fearlessness. Thank you, ghosts and demons!

Through people's hate we discover dharma and find benefits and happiness. Thank you, those who hate us!

Through cruel adversity, we discover dharma and find the unchanging way. Thank you, adversity!

Through being impelled to by others, we discover dharma and find the essential meaning. Thank you, all who drive us on!

We dedicate our merit to you all, to repay your kindness.

— Gyalwa Longchenpa

Who Says Words With My Mouth?

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

— Rumi

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Mary Oliver

Thursday, September 24, 2009

The furry, fuzzy, & feathered...

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