Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!

Tibi gratias agimus quod nihil fumas.

It says "...freedom of...", not "...freedom from...".

"It's amazing to me how many people think that voting to have the government give poor people money is compassion. Helping poor and suffering people is compassion. Voting for our government to use guns to give money to help poor and suffering people is immoral self-righteous bullying laziness. People need to be fed, medicated, educated, clothed, and sheltered, and if we're compassionate we'll help them, but you get no moral credit for forcing other people to do what you think is right. There is great joy in helping people, but no joy in doing it at gunpoint." - Penn Jillette







Monday, November 17, 2008

Thoughtfetti

The trees behind my house are whispering to each other. They are telling secrets to the wind. Leaves fluttering, hands waving as they describe what they've seen, animated. They'll be quiet all winter - this is one last tea party to share the season's end gossip. Sometimes, when the wind is right, I think I can just make out what they are saying.
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Last night I stood out in the driveway talking to the sister of my heart, K. The air smelled of wood smoke and snow (no, it didn't snow - but you know that cold, clean smell). She was driving somewhere in Florida, straight into the moon. I watched the moon rise through the screen of trees, tangle her beams in the branches. K said "Hey, K? I love you under this moon." I said "Hey, K? I love you under this moon." We may sometimes be a nation apart, but we're always under the same moon.
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Moments of silence are rare, around here - television, computer, LeapPad, video games...it's a constant, underlying strain on my sanity. Hearing the hawk cry out this morning was a blessing - nothing to drown out her calls.
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I am baking banana bread today. I may not get any NaNo writing done, because I'm in a slump, but my house will smell of baked goods, and that's a fine thing.
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The little bird is outside my window again. It flutters up the glass and drops away, pipping the whole time. I think I'll go fill the feeder.

3 comments:

Cheryl Lage said...

Lovely, lovely!

Banana bread baking and rustling tree listening filled our weekend too.

Enjoy.

Kit said...

Babyman's first birthday cake was actually banana bread, with cream cheese for icing. He didn't like the cream cheese, but the banana bread was a hit. Now Littleman has been devouring what's left- I'll have to make more! It sure DID make the house smell good.

Isn't the quality of the light wonderful this time of year? It's one of my most favorite things about autumn here.

Kyddryn said...

Cheryl, nice weekend. I did enjoy a house that smelled yummy - and I gave most of the bread away, keeping one small loaf for the Evil Genius (if I don't he loses his wee mind because he loves the stuff so, and considers it the height of cruelty for me to bake without sharing the largess...with HIM!)

Kit, I do enjoy the Autumn light - it truly is visual whiskey...