
Thursday, May 21, 2020
Fear Fences

Thursday, May 14, 2020
Oaks and Turtles
Anishinaabe artist designs Twitter Turtle Island emoji for Indigenous History Month
A special edition Turtle Island emoji can be activated on Twitter by using certain hashtags during the month of June.
The emoji, designed by Anishinaabe artist Nancy King who goes by the name Chief Lady Bird, was created in honour of Indigenous History Month. (June 2018)
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Thursday, May 07, 2020
Who wants Easier?
― Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume One
Have I loved enough?
Have I considered Right Action enough, have I
come to any conclusion?
Have I experienced happiness with sufficient gratitude?
Have I endured loneliness with grace?
About Mary Oliver
Summer, 1964. Photo by Molly Malone Cook, from Our World (Beacon Press, 2007).
A private person by nature, Mary Oliver has given very few interviews over the years. Instead, she prefers to let her work speak for itself. And speak it has, for the past five decades, to countless readers. The New York Times recently acknowledged Mary Oliver as “far and away, this country’s best-selling poet.” Born in a small town in Ohio, Oliver published her first book of poetry in 1963 at the age of 28; No Voyage and Other Poems, originally printed in the UK by Dent Press, was reissued in the United States in 1965 by Houghton Mifflin. Oliver has since published many works of poetry and prose (the complete list appears below).
As a young woman, Oliver studied at Ohio State University and Vassar College, but took no degree. She lived for several years at the home of Edna St. Vincent Millay in upper New York state, companion to the poet’s sister Norma Millay. It was there, in the late ’50s, that she met photographer Molly Malone Cook. For more than forty years, Cook and Oliver made their home together, largely in Provincetown, Massachusetts, where they lived until Cook’s death in 2005.
Over the course of her long and illustrious career, Oliver has received numerous awards. Her fourth book, American Primitive, won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1984. She has also received the Shelley Memorial Award; a Guggenheim Fellowship; an American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters Achievement Award; the Christopher Award and the L.L. Winship/PEN New England Award for House of Light; the National Book Award for New and Selected Poems; a Lannan Foundation Literary Award; and the New England Booksellers Association Award for Literary Excellence.
Oliver’s essays have appeared in Best American Essays 1996, 1998, 2001; the Anchor Essay Annual 1998, as well as Orion, Onearth and other periodicals. Oliver was editor of Best American Essays 2009.
Oliver’s books on the craft of poetry, A Poetry Handbook and Rules for the Dance, are used widely in writing programs. She is an acclaimed reader and has read in practically every state as well as other countries. She has led workshops at various colleges and universities, and held residencies at Case Western Reserve University, Bucknell University, University of Cincinnati, and Sweet Briar College. From 1995, for five years, she held the Catharine Osgood Foster Chair for Distinguished Teaching at Bennington College. She has been awarded Honorary Doctorates from The Art Institute of Boston (1998), Dartmouth College (2007) and Tufts University (2008). Oliver currently lives in Provincetown, Massachusetts, the inspiration for much of her work. (Mary Oliver died January 17th, 2019)
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Thursday, April 30, 2020
Possibility
Paul Hawken is an environmental entrepreneur, author and activist who has dedicated his life to environmental sustainability and changing the relationship between business and the environment. He is one of the environmental movement’s leading voices, and a pioneering architect of corporate reform with respect to ecological practices. His work includes founding successful, ecologically conscious businesses, writing about the impacts of commerce on living systems, and consulting with heads of state and CEOs on economic development, industrial ecology, and environmental policy. Paul is Founder of Project Drawdown, a non-profit dedicated to researching when and how global warming can be reversed. The organization maps and models the scaling of one hundred substantive technological, social, and ecological solutions to global warming.
John Prine got it right
John Prine
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry, my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away "
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served
Had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knees
But the morphine eased the pain
And the grass grew round his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back "
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello"
And spot some hollow ancient eyes
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello"
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't
So listen up buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood"
Thursday, April 16, 2020
Absurdly right vs Rigidly easy
life tool
Thursday, April 02, 2020
Science as the answer to go forward
On coronavirus crisis, science is the way out: Q&A with Neil deGrasse Tyson and Ann Druyan
Thursday, March 26, 2020
Liberation
'You Are On Aboriginal Land' Screen Print
Thursday, March 19, 2020
March 19th- quote today about opinion and my opinion on this
Marcus Aurelius MEDITATIONS, 6.52
Wednesday, March 18, 2020
Day 4 - March 17th - St. Patrick's Day
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| Little moss tuffets, magical fairy world fit for St. Paddy's Day! |
It was a colder, overcast start. About an hour in there was a bit of rain, enough to put on rain gear, but it didn't last long. The sun came out until just before lunch when the sky darkened and looked threatening (thought we were going to get some snow) but we were lucky it was just cold and damp lol.
It felt like a bonding day, lots of sharing and laughing. At some point Monty Python got air time, Ron and Trevor recited parts of The Holy Grail and reminisced about silly walks and coconuts and there were some giggles. The cultural bonding power of Monty Python for our generation cannot be understated.
We passed wineries, vineyards and mansions, on main roads, side roads and residential streets. Interspersed with the gorgeous ridge sections where we could see for miles and miles across the lake to the skyline of Toronto and the silhouette of the escarpment.
We crossed the boundary bridge marking the end of the Niagara section and start of the Iroquoia section about 1:15pm!!
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| Boundary Bridge |
The wonderful thing about the group is that no one complains. At least not until we finish. While we are walking it is joking, sharing, philosophizing, observing and keep going. The first couple days I thought I was the only one who was feeling pain, but I saw Cathy's toe after she took her boot off in the car once we stopped for the day and I can't even imagine the pain she must have been in yet she never said a word, and I talked with a couple others later and my niggling ankle seems more manageable.
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| Moss rock wall I'd like this for my garden |
It was very sad to say goodbye at the end of today's hike. It felt anti climatic that we all got in our individual cars and drove back into our lives, our new realities that include being a part of the rest of the world immersed in the local and global health crisis, the social and economic fallout and the uncertainties for the future. These last four days spent isolated in our small group in nature facing physical challenges and getting to know each have been a unique experience, one I appreciate and feel blessed to have been part of.
Today's cool Signs:
Day 3 - March 16th
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| Vernal Pool |
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| Walking Fern |
| Photo opp tub at the falls (off my feet for a sec) |
So far lunch has been half a peanut butter sandwich (on my sourdough bread) and a protein bar. Saving my apple for eating later on the move.
Too tired in the evening to get creative with food ... I'm hoping that will change soon!
Continuing on we saw the spectacular Louth Falls, creeks from high vantages and alongside, crossing them at places on rocks to slippery slopes or wooden bridges, before heading up to higher ground again. At some point (I think it was about 2:30 finding out we still had 9 km to go) life became about putting one foot down after another. For some reason I found myself singing John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt (almost silently), then James James Morrison Morrison Wetherby George Dupree... remembering lots of childhood family memories. The end bit was through quagmires of heavy, slippery, gucky mud! Made it though, with a great feeling of accomplishment having 70 km trail done!
Today's tip: Mullen is Nature's toilet paper (although it doesn't seem to be around when it is needed.
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| Mullen |
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| Louth Falls |
| Sadly Bogey did not appear I really appreciated the sign though |
Sunday, March 15, 2020
Day 2 - March 15th
Reflections of the day: Exhilarating!! 25.3 km of mud, mud, mud with spectacular hikes through hardwood forests, trees and shadows an array of vertical majesty, along creeks in the woods, and a hydro damn and lake with a sandbar in the middle and gulls squawking, two waterfalls. We hiked on city streets, country roads and along side the Welland Canal. We lunched at the First Nations Peace Monument by friendsoflaurasecord.com... (those of us on the sunny side were warm, the rest froze) There were several bridges, one of them the "Laura Secord Bridge" and some impromptu history lessons which I've already forgotten...
Uneven terrain made my ankles ache, same as yesterday but since they eased off after some stretching, cbd ointment and tlc I think they'll be better every day:-)
Saturday, March 14, 2020
March 14th - Day 1
We met at Queenston Heights Park, South Cairn, the Niagara end of the trail. It was a relief to actually get started, with all of the event cancellations due to the Corona virus it would not have been a big surprise if this adventure got cancelled as well although we all agreed that being out in nature hiking on the trail is the best place to be to stay physically and mentally healthy.
Early in the day we spotted an antique green metal lampshade lying a few meters off the trail. Most of us thought it was junk, but one lady said it was just what she was looking for so she carried it the rest of the way, about 15 km. (When we did get to the parking lot at the end a couple in a car stopped and asked her if it was for sale…)
In a particularly goopy muddy area we passed through one of the men ahead came back looking for his glasses. Miraculously they were found, Marie picked them out of the mud where only about an inch of one arm was sticking up. Not sure how many of us trod on them, they will need quite a repair job.
We stopped for lunch on some stairs overlooking a beautiful small lake. Not a sign of ice on it, a fisherman was prepping to try his luck and we saw a Turtle swimming!! March 14th … go figure!
silver goblets (not the dog) and snacking. I’ll just say that we didn’t have wine and some of us may
have been a little envious as we scrambled up a very long steep slope.
out green dust when you squeezed them.
ope my legs feel the same way in the morning!
















