visions of sugar plums

sugarplum

“While visions of sugar-plums danced in [our] heads.
And [ma] in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled [down] for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash…”

And what I saw there
was the Spirit of Life,
clamoring for my attention.

For the next sixty minutes,
and for ~read more~

Lillie and Gov. Walker

Lillie Lilly

After the third time Lillie dropped her ball at my feet, I finally looked up: “I’m sorry, girl, I am too upset to play.” “What’s the matter?” she asked (Lilly is our dog, but she sometimes talks to me. Nobody else ever hears her, but I have grown used to it). I told her that I was worried about union workers. In Wisconsin, and in a dozen other states, newly elected lawmakers are attempting to roll ~read more~

February Peace Vespers

compassion caring Dale Wicks

Speaking only for myself, the more that I suffer, the more I am able to feel compassion for the suffering of others. The deeper my sorrow, the softer my heart, the next time I see a teardrop fall.

Each new *kind* of suffering I experience—-losing a job, losing a loved one, undergoing surgery, treating another harshly, and hearing my own words echo in my head—-each new type of suffering opens my soul a little wider to the ~read more~

vm: Thanksgiving

Apart from the myths about Thanksgiving, the practice of expressing gratitude can be very nourishing.  Thank you for visiting my blog, and for any comments you make.

bonus: my earlier post on the Pilgrims’ buckled hats.   ~read more~

TYC link: Voltaire opening words

This Sunday is the 316th anniversary of the birth of Voltaire.  I’ve published some Opening Words for this occasion, on my ~read more~

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