Sunday, September 11, 2011

Remembering 9/11

At the rising of the sun and at its going down,
We remember them.

At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of Winter,
We remember them.

At the opening of buds and in the rebirth of Spring,
We remember them.

At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of Summer,
We remember them.

At the rustling of leaves and the beauty of Autumn,
We remember them.

At the beginning of the year and when it ends,
We remember them.

As long as we live, they too will live;
for they are now a part of us,
as we remember them.

When we are weary and in need of strength,
We remember them.

When we are lost and sick at heart,
We remember them.

When we have joys we yearn to share,
We remember them.

When we have decisions that are difficult to make,
We remember them

When we have achievements that are based on theirs,
We remember them.

As long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are a part of us,
as we remember them.

- Author Unknown
New Union Prayer Book for the Days of Awe

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Listen To The Warm

Today it was cloudy when I left the house and then when I went to met a friend after my stint at the senior library, I took an umbrella with me because there were dark clouds in the sky and I could see lightening at the edge of town.  By the time we finished lunch, the sun was out, the sky was blue and it was just the perfect temperature.  It made me think it would be a good day to lie down and listen to the warm.  

I was a big Rob McKuen fan when I was in my late teens and early twenties.  I hadn't really thought about  him in years but the phrase that popped into my mind this sunny afternoon was a line from one of my favorite Rod McKuen poems.

Listen to the Warm
By Rod McKuen

I live alone.
It hasn't always been that way.
It's nice sometimes
             to open up the heart a little
and let some hurt come in.
It proves you're still alive.

I'm not sure what it means.
Why we cannot shake the old loves from out minds.
It must be that we build on memory
and make them more that what they were.
             And is the manufacture
just a safe device for closing up the wall?

I do remember.

The only fuzzy circumstance
is sometimes where-and how.

Why, I know.
It happens just because we need
to want and to be wanted too,
when love is here or gone
to lie down in the darknes
          and listen to the warm

Friday, September 9, 2011

Wandering The Net

I found a link I want to share with you and this is how I found it:  I was catching up on facebook and saw a post from Randy Cohen, who used to be The Ethicist at NYTimes, about Dave Eggers, author of A Heartbreaking Story of Staggering Genius.  I thought to myself that I'd heard of the book but never read it so I went over to Goodreads to put in on my to-read list (while you're over there reading about it, you can join and share your reading list with me).

On Goodreads, I visited the bio of Dave Eggers, saw his website link and realized he was the founder of McSweeney's, an internet site that I used to visit a lot.  I either got tired of it or just forgot about it but today I back for a visit.  I clicked over to the Tendency page and browsed.  There I found this note about Comic Sans that made me laugh.  And now I'm telling you about it.

Maybe you'll read the article and then see some other articles and share them with friends.  Or maybe you'll never get to the funny letter because you'll wander off from one of the previous links.  If you find something good, be sure to share.