Thursday, September 11, 2008
Something to Aspire to ...
Our true home is in the present moment.
To live in the present moment is a miracle.
The miracle is not to walk on water.
The miracle is to walk on the green Earth on the present moment,
To appreciate the peace and beauty that are available now.
Peace is all around us-
In the world and in nature-
And within us-
In our bodies and our spirits.
Once we learn to touch this peace,
We will be healed and transformed.
It is not a matter of faith;
It is a matter of practice.
-Thich Nhat Hanh
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The Wonders of Walking
Well, as of August 17 our Claire has been a walking machine. She LOVES to walk. So we let her every chance we get. Bye bye stroller?
We decide to go to Duck Pond Winery to take some photos before the grapes turned or got harvested. There was a lot of space for Claire to try out her feet. She even climbed up stairs. There were no wine samples but she did get to have a tasting cracker. Must be rough being so adorable people want to offer you anything. Here is a pic of Claire and a small video.
We decide to go to Duck Pond Winery to take some photos before the grapes turned or got harvested. There was a lot of space for Claire to try out her feet. She even climbed up stairs. There were no wine samples but she did get to have a tasting cracker. Must be rough being so adorable people want to offer you anything. Here is a pic of Claire and a small video.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Profoundly Poetic
The beauty of the tress,
The softness of the air,
The fragrance of the grass,
Speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain,
The thunder of the sky,
The rhythm of the sea,
Speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars,
The freshness of the morning,
The dewdrop on the flower,
Speaks to me.
The strength of fire,
The taste of salmon,
The trail of the sun,
And the life that never goes away,
They speak to me.
And my heart soars.
Chief Dan George
The softness of the air,
The fragrance of the grass,
Speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain,
The thunder of the sky,
The rhythm of the sea,
Speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars,
The freshness of the morning,
The dewdrop on the flower,
Speaks to me.
The strength of fire,
The taste of salmon,
The trail of the sun,
And the life that never goes away,
They speak to me.
And my heart soars.
Chief Dan George
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