Travis is an engineer and I am an artist. Some would think that this combination of talents doesn’t work well together. But it does. It works out quite well, in fact. Why? For anyone who knows me, I rarely delight myself in the logistics of math and probability. See Figure 1. Note: We are one week overdue.
Email from Travis on January 15, 2016: I did the math to predict what the odds of any specific day are….see for yourself! This weekend stands out!
There’s something to be said for sunrises and sunsets. It’s that time of day that one can visually witness the passing of time. This week (and maybe next?), the passing and coming of days is extra special to me. You see, in three days is the due date of baby “Diego”. Now there’s a concept to wrap your mind around. I still haven’t.
It’s a feeling and a thought so close, yet so far away. Like that sunset setting over the hills of Duluth. I can almost reach out and touch it, but it’s just out of grasp. All I can do is sit with it and soak it all in.
Leaves and Blossoms Along the way: A Poem
If you’re John Muir you want trees to
live among. If you’re Emily, a garden
Try to find the right place for yourself.
If you can’t find it, at least dream of it.
When one is alone and lonely, the body
gladly lingers in the wind or the rain,
or splashes into the cold river, or
pushes through the ice-crusted snow.
Anything that touches.
God or the gods, are invisible, quite
understandable. But holiness is visible,
Some words will never leave God’s mouth,
no matter how hard you listen.
In all the works of Beethoven, you will
not find a single lie.
All important ideas must include the trees,
the mountains, and the rivers.
To understand many things you must reach out
of your own condition.
For how many years did I wander slowly
through the forest. What wonder and
glory I would have missed had I ever been
in a hurry!
Beauty can both shout and whisper, and still
it explains nothing.
The point is, you’re you, and that’s for keeps.
“I run because long after my footprints fade away, maybe I will have inspired a few to reject the easy path, hit the trails, put one foot in front of the other, and come to the same conclusion I did: I run because it always takes me where I want to go.”
― Dean Karnazes, Ultramarathon Man: Confessions of an All-Night Runner
A new tune from Beirut, a favorite of mine.
One of my favorite places to read online is On Being with Krista Tippett. Each day of the week the blog is contributed to by a writer. Omid Safi, who writes on Thursdays, is on almost always spot on for me. This past Thursday is no exception.
Ours seems to be a world that values “strength.” We want “hard” bodies, “strong” minds, “tough” wills, “hard as nail” determination, “rugged” personalities, “sturdy” character, and so on.
I wonder if we have confused hardness with the strength it takes to truly give and receive love. Let us praise softness.
I’m speaking here of hearts, of soft hearts, of gentle spirits. I’m speaking of the gentleness to give and receive love.
Read the rest here. Enjoy!
“Remember that self-doubt is as self-centered as self-inflation. Your obligation is to reach as deeply as you can and offer your unique and authentic gifts as bravely and beautifully as you’re able.”
a fine quote from Bill Plotkin’s book ‘Nature & The Human Soul’