This is the first of March, but if this were a leap year it would be February 29. I found a new poet today that I am excited to share with all my readers. I realize some of you may all ready know him. But he may be new to others as he was to me. The date is important because this should have been part of Black History Month. I was just a little late with my discovery.
Paul Laurence Dunbar was born in 1872 to freed Kentucky slaves. This man became a published poet at fourteen years of age. After he grew up, he became an elevator operator. His first published book was called, Oak and Ivy. It was published in 1893. He would sell it to people who rode his elevator. He moved to Chicago and became good friends with Fredrick Douglass. Mr. Dunbar became an internationally known poet and toured around the world. He is most noted for his dialect poems. This poem in particular caught my eye because it contains a very famous line that I never where it came from.
Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing,
I look far out into the pregnant night,
Where I can hear a solemn booming gun
And catch the gleaming of a random light,
That tells me that the ship I seek is passing, passing.
My tearful eyes my soul’s deep hurt are glassing;
For I would hail and check that ship of ships.
I stretch my hands imploring, cry aloud,
My voice falls dead a foot from mine own lips,
And but its ghost doth reach that vessel, passing, passing.
O Earth, O Sky, O Ocean, both surpassing,
O heart of mine, O soul that dreads the dark!
Is there no hope for me? Is there no way
That I may sight and check that speeding bark
Which out of sight and sound is passing, passing?
—Excerpted from Ships That Pass in the Night by Paul Laurence Dunbar
This is important for all of us to read.
Mind is expression of Energy originating from beyond the limits of space-time.
Most of this post is from work
by Eckhart Tolle.
Eckhart Tolle is asked, “Is the ego the source of our thoughts or are our thoughts generated elsewhere and pass through the ego?”
Tolle begins, “There is no ego apart from thoughts. The identification with thoughts is ego. But the thoughts that go through your mind, of course, are linked to the collective mind of the culture you live in, humanity as a whole, so they are not your thoughts as such, but you pick most of them up from the collective (most of them). And so, you identify with thinking and the identification with thinking becomes ego, which means simply that you believe in every thought that arises and you derive your sense of who you are from what your mind is telling you…
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I envy your talent
Fairy satellite dishes —
Hibiscus dishes — bring wishes,
Bored fairy wing swishes.
Then she hears message from Queen Mab.
Fairy Della no longer sad and drab —
Delighted with an urgent mission,
Della hurries with an exciting frisson:
She has the spring fairy ball to plan.
Must also hide the location from man.
Della has more spring in the step
And joy in the plan kept.
Counting on fingers — only 20 days left.
All the fairies are humming,
Woo-hoo, spring is coming!!
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
A little rhyming inspired by Dr. Seuss
whose birthday is coming tomorrow I’ve heard. The title is a nod to his Ish Wish Dish. 🙂
The truth about captive lions
“The bottom line is, the lion encounter industry does nothing to conserve wild lions. The same tourists who spend hundreds of dollars walking with tame lions behind fences (and $90 for the DVD!) could instead visit Africa’s outstanding national parks and game reserves where the entry price and lodge fees help cover the costs of protecting those areas. For my money, I’d stick with the real thing: no matter what the glossy brochures and gushy advertising claim, it won’t ever involve tame lions.”—Dr Luke Hunter; President of Panthera, the Worlds biggest wild cat NGO
Download the paper ‘Walking with lions: Why there is no role for captive-origin lions (Panthera leo) in species restoration’Photo: Kevin Richardson with handraised captive born lions whose Lifes will be in captivity with the support of Swedish travel Company Volontärresor AB , who dupe tourists, media and volunteers claiming this is conservation.
This is something you might want to try.
Silver River Productions, a TV company based in London are currently in production for a BBC2 primetime gardening show ‘The Big Allotment Challenge’. The series follows a handful of talented amateur kitchen gardeners as they transform a plot of earth into a patch of beauty and reveal all the wonderful possibilities that can be unlocked from allotment growing. Kitchen gardening and growing your own produce is an amazing way to live and this series celebrates that.
They are looking for contestants to feature in the series, those who have the skill and dedication and who could dig their way to victory and be crowned the winner of The Big Allotment Challenge. People who can cultivate the perfect carrot, make their green tomatoes into award winning chutney and turn their dahlias and sweet peas into floral arrangements fit for a Queen.
So whether you’re an allotment holder, a city living…
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Vic was the first Stepping Stone Hospice death.
I was clearing up some filing at the office when I came across Vic’s case notes. Tears ran down my cheeks when I read the observation of the Hospice nurse…
21.11.2012:- Pt gradually getting weak but stable. Pain controlled and up and about
20.12.2012:- Very weak but stable. Pain controlled
3.1.2013 Pt experiencing obstruction. Started on SD (Syringe Driver). Buscopan, Zantac, morphine over 24 hours. Prognosis short
8.1.2013 Pt seen by Dr Sue, very weak. Actively dying. Not eating or drinking. Vomiting much better. Pt still responsive even in deep sleep. Continue SD
11.1.2013 Pt terminally weak but stable on SD. Actively dying. Family up to speed with progress
18.1.2013 Pt R.I.P this am. Peaceful and comfortable at home
Vic’s suffering had been reduced to a couple of lines. A couple of words. No mention of her vomiting blood or did I forget to mention it to the…
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