A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God’s first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself. ~John Muir
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I, robot
Really excited about the upgrade. Love the new sleek and shiny look and it feels so good!
I’ll be hurting tonite, though. Getting a new leg is far harder than breaking in a new pair of shoes. It’s like hiking 20 miles in new stiff hiking boots that go all the way up to your crotch (not complaining, though–happy, happy, happy).
green
This picture could’ve been more artfully rendered, but despite that, I love looking at it.
Green.
Some days I just need that shade of green.
What colors are capturing your attention today?
talisman
“Love is the vital essence that pervades and permeates, from the center to the circumference, the graduating circles of all thought and action. Love is the talisman of human weal and woe–the open sesame to every soul.”
~Elizabeth Cady Stanton
(a favorite foremother/suffragist)
if this is you…
If, when you saw a posting on Freecycle for 12(!) rosebushes, you realized that they were just calling your name…“Jana,” they said…and you thought to yourself just how much those rosebushes would cost and just how much you would enjoy them, you probably didn’t think twice before you told that person that you could pick them up on Saturday and then told yourself that despite the rain you could surely dig 12 deep holes in your garden for those bushes this weekend.
And you may have even thought twice about this ridiculous project when you realized that the rosebushes were ancient, with ginormous (20-40lb) rootballs and you knew that you would be doing much of the toting yourself…to the car…to the garden….to finding exactly the right spot within the garden. And not to mention those holes that would need digging.
And if this is you, you really meant it when you told your son how glad you were that he was now a teenager, because he could lift the bushes even better than you. And you are singing the praises of leather gloves after blood running down your arms from those thorns(!). But you have just finished hole #8 and have just three more to go tomorrow (#12 rosebush went to a friend) and you…you have no regrets at all.
I ♥ dilly.
No tattoos on this body of mine, just John’s temporary doodles.
Did you know John calls me “Dilly”? I love that he’s had this special name for me ever since our honeymoon…
PS: See the table and candles in the background? This pic was taken just after meditation.
a Perfect Gift.
John collects images of The Last Supper. John hearts cephalopods.
CatGirl does a mashup sketch of both for him for Xmas. She is so awesome! 🙂
the quorum
John always makes me look so good. Lucky me. 🙂
historic
All the time I was watching yesterday’s events I kept thinking “we were just there!” I think it made the inauguration feel so much more close and personal to our kids. 🙂
Inaugurated
the Inaugural Brunch Bunch 🙂