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Thought for the Day - Feb 3
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Subject: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: Peter T. Date: 03 Feb 00 - 09:40 AM For the first time in a month, I go for a serious hike, though it is only a half hour. The woods are deep in wet snow so every step is an effort: I can hardly breathe from the remains of the cold I have, but if I don't go into the woods, I don't know what I will do. So I go. And 40 seconds after I start staggering along, a coyote loops by. I have not seen a coyote in the city before, though I know they have been heading south. He looks about as emaciated as I feel. He slides off. But I am not fooled. He is following me, just for the hell of it. I stumble up along the railway tracks (where it is illegal to go, but what can they do, run me over?), and the snow comes down. I stop at the bridge, where there is a pool of blueblack water under the jagged ice edge, just to breathe again. There are no golfers on the golf course today. I turn back, and across the far distant convergence of the railway tracks, a coyote crosses. Me and him, the only things going on out here on this miserable day -- February 2, Candlemas, the Feast of the Purification of the Blessed Virgin Mary, James Joyce's Birthday, and my first hacking hike of the year 2000. |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: Amos Date: 03 Feb 00 - 10:01 AM The sun is rising here in San Diego, and it looks like another warm and pleasant day, with light breezes and occasional clouds, temp in the low 70s being as how its winter... OK, ok, I'll quit, it ain't fair to beat up on a poet feller when he's getting over a cold... A |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: Peg Date: 03 Feb 00 - 10:26 AM nice words, Peter; I take it you are feeling better! Watch for "true" Imbolc to arrive on February 6th, when the sun is in 15 degrees Aquarius... peg |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: Wesley S Date: 03 Feb 00 - 10:36 AM Don't forget this is also the 41st anniversary of the plane crash that killed Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper. I don't think it's the day the music died but it sure makes you wonder what great music these guys would have put out if they had had more time. There is a lesson there somewhere. |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 03 Feb 00 - 10:36 AM The New Day....by Richard Watson Gilder The night was dark, though sometimes a faint star, a little space made bright. Dark was the night, and like an iron bar Lay heavy on the land- till o'er the sea slowly, within the East, there grew a light which half was starlight, and half seemed to be the herald of a greater. The pale white turned slowly to pale rose, and up the height of heaven slowly climbed. The gray sea grew rose-coloured like the sky. A white gull flew straight toward the utmost boundary of the East; where slowly the rose gathered and increased. It was as on the opening of a door, by one who in his hand a lamp doth hold. (its flame being hidden by the garments fold) The still air moves, the wide room is less dim. More bright the East became, the ocean turned dark and more dark against the brightening sky- Sharper against the sky the long sea line. The hollows of the breakers on shore were green, like leaves whereon no sun doth shine, though white the outer branches of the tree. From rose to red the level heaven burned; then sudden as if a sword fell from on high, a blade of gold flashed on the open rim. Such was my morning in Nova Scotia; it took me back to this description which is so eloquently done, I could never hope meet it, or better it. Here it is for all you poor souls who can never see sunrise over the sea..... Yours, Aye. Dave |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: Mary in Kentucky Date: 03 Feb 00 - 10:48 AM ...I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky... |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: Amos Date: 03 Feb 00 - 11:00 AM I tried to write the dawn watch down once, Davie, and never could describe the lights as well as that. Thanks for reminding me why I yearn to again drop over the horizon. A |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: GUEST,Neil Lowe Date: 03 Feb 00 - 11:04 AM Mary in KY.....that was the first poem I ever learned. Had to read it for my first grade teacher....who wrote it?
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: catspaw49 Date: 03 Feb 00 - 11:04 AM Thank you Wesley.... A nice one today Peter........and all!!! Spaw |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: Mary in Kentucky Date: 03 Feb 00 - 11:12 AM The sont is in the DigiTrad here. The poem is by John Masefield. (Sp?) I have fond momories of the song because I first heard it in grade school sung by a "troubled youth" who had a gorgeous voice. |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: GUEST,Neil Lowe Date: 03 Feb 00 - 12:17 PM Thanks, Mary in KY. |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: GUEST,Penny S. (in another persona on the machine) Date: 03 Feb 00 - 12:51 PM Spike Milligan, parody,
I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky, Penny |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: Amos Date: 03 Feb 00 - 01:02 PM For the sand of the seas gets between your toes And the salt sea wets your stockings So I must return where the long tide flows Just to check -- nope, they're still sopping! A |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: annamill Date: 03 Feb 00 - 01:18 PM The more it snows (Tiddely pom), The more it goes (Tiddely pom), The more it goes (Tiddely pom), On snowing. And nobody knows (Tiddely pom), How cold my toes (Tiddely pom), How cold my toes (Tiddely pom), Are growing. A.A. Milne (Winnie the Pooh) a hum for a snowy day. Beautiful, as always, Peter. Love, annap |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: Little Neophyte Date: 03 Feb 00 - 03:35 PM Meaning of Coyote - Wisdom and Folly The Coyote is know for being a creator and the jokester. Magic has been associated with the coyote, but the magic does not always work. Even in its not working, it serves a purpose. There is always hidden wisdom where the coyote is concerned. Like the raven, the coyote is playful and loves to have fun. Both are skillfull, but often look for ways to do things that will not involve the use of their own skill. They often look for short cuts. Both remind us not to become to serious, and both remind us that anything is possible. If the coyote has shown up, you may wish to ask yourself some questions. Are you or those around you being too serious? Have you forgotten that play time is essential to health? Are you complicating what is really simple in some areas of your life? Is someone playing tricks on you? The coyote teaches the balance of wisdom and folly and how they both go hand in hand. The image of the wise fool has been used in the lore of many societies. This is the individual who seems to be a simpleton and yet the words and actions have a much greater wisdom than is initially recognized. Are you not seeing the wisdom of your life and its events? The coyote will help you. The howl is one of the coyote's most significant qualities. It is generally accepted to be primarily a social gesture. It can express loneliness, warn of danger, or call for assistance. It touches the soul of whoever hears, reminding us of our primal connection. Reference: Animal Speaks, Ted Andrews
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: GUEST,Neil Lowe Date: 03 Feb 00 - 06:19 PM Carlos Castaneda had an interesting conversation with a bilingual coyote in the Sonora desert in Mexico. The fact that his consciousness had been altered somewhat by the ingestion of a |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: Little Neophyte Date: 03 Feb 00 - 06:36 PM Of a what Neil? You are keeping me in suspense. BB |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: GUEST,Neil Lowe Date: 03 Feb 00 - 06:43 PM Carlos Castaneda had an interesting conversation with a bilingual coyote in the Sonora desert in Mexico. The fact that his consciousness had been altered somewhat with the ingestion of a handful of peyote buttons probably had nothing to do with it. I used to live on Dyess Air Force base in Abilene, Texas. At the end of the flight line was a big field. Late at night we would occasionally get a glimpse of coyotes, roving for rabbits and field mice. The ones we saw always looked pretty grungy. Their hollow flanks and mangy coats barely set them apart from the sagebrush and tumbleweeds. Sometimes you could hear the cry of their pups - an eerily piercing whine that reminded me (for some odd reason) of human babies. Neil Lowe |
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Subject: RE: Thought for the Day - Feb 3 From: GUEST,Neil Lowe Date: 03 Feb 00 - 06:49 PM Sorry.....technical difficulties. |
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