I've been rethinking my requirements this week. I had a great talk with Sifu Brinker this last week and have really been going over the problems I have had staying engaged in the ubbt. Finding my place in the group is one of my problems the other is getting past falling off the horse so to speak. Our big summer renovations will be coming to a close this weekend with any luck. This frees me up to go back to my regular black belt class. Hopefully I will find the right stuff to give me the push I need to see things clearly again.
Linda
Monday, August 23, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Summer's end
As I'm driving home from errands these days the fields on either side of the road always attract my attention. The smell and the changing colors of the crops signal the coming of fall. I love to be outside when the weather is good and so the coming of winter is always a sad time. I try to stay in the moment and lock all the sights and smells to memory.
I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of dancing Daffodils;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: --
A poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.
William Wordsworth.
I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of dancing Daffodils;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: --
A poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.
William Wordsworth.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Back at it
I have been away from my blogging for a while, but will be back. I was having a brain @*&^. Life has to throw me a few curve balls once in a while just so I know when I have it good. I saw this saying on a tee shirt the other day a thought it funny: "Jesus loves you ... but I'm his favorite " ( no offense intended to anyone's religion )
see you
Linda
see you
Linda
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