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The Gift

June 17, 2008

“Gingko:

In the wake of the atom bomb dropped in 1945 on Hiroshima in Japan, every living thing around the epicentre of the blast was destroyed. An exception was provided by four remarkable ginkgo trees that survived, and which by the following spring had even started to blossom again. The closest, at Hosen-Ji, was only 0.7 miles (1,130m) from the epicentre of the explosion. All four trees are still thriving today. Ever since, in Japan the ginkgo has been regarded as the “bearer of hope.” Today there are plaques near some of these trees bearing prayers for world peace.”

Symbolism: Primeval life – force

Divine Association – Oneness”

From the book: The Meaning of Trees: Botany, History, Healing, Lore by Fred Hagenneder

The Gift – Extra: Happy Father’s Day!

June 15, 2008

Three bits of wisdom, to honor and remember fathers on this special day:

“By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he’s wrong.”

Charles Wadsworth

“My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.”

Clarence B. Kelland

“Any man can be a father, but it takes a special man to be a dad.”

Sometimes attributed as an Italian proverb.

The Gift

June 15, 2008

“Life is precious.
I will use this day well.
I will live with nobility and dignity.
I will live my life with trust.”

From the book, The Wise Heart: A Guide to the Universal Teachings of Buddhist Psychology, by clinical psychologist and former Buddhist monk, Jack Kornfield


The Gift

June 14, 2008

“Whether the body is broken or unbroken …it’s truly the spirit that matters.”

Matthew Edward Bailey, my son, comforting his tired weary mother….and reminding her of what’s really important in life. More times than we know, our kids are our teachers…..

The Post – A Couple More Lily shots and New Gosling Photos

June 12, 2008

A few more photo gifts of lilies, both “whole” and a close up of that small part of the flower that causes all our sinuses so much trouble with pollen. 🙂

And now, for a few new shots of the goslings. All 9 continue to survive, thrive and grow. Even though each set of parents are protective of their respective offspring, the two families do stay pretty close to each other and often the small ones interact, while all 4 parents stand guard.

Some shots of the parents as well. The first shot shows one parent with torn neck feathers, evidence of a slight disagreement with the other parents over territory for their babies:

And then there’s the goose popping up his head to check on what the kids are up to, much like a parent on the playground standing up to see where the kids have gone to:

Last – here’s a shot of my buddy. He is the last of the “pond ducks” – ducks who were born and raised here. At one point there were about 12 or 13, and one by one they’ve been killed by predators or died. I’ve buried a few as I found them near my yard….they were good friends. The last remaining one here comes into my garage looking for me if I haven’t filled the tray feeder in the backyard with some corn. He is gentle; just pads quietly around the corner of the house and comes a little ways into the garage when he sees me, quacking softly, almost inaudibly. He is old, and the sole survivor, and at night he is alone. Whatever ducks visit during the day, they fly off and he remains. So I just don’t have the heart to refuse him a treat. He never lets me get too close, but he knows the sound of my opening the feed bucket, and he follows me into the backyard as I carry the little container of corn for him. If he’s in the backyard and I call out hello, he comes up and waits for me to feed him. So…my buddy:

The Gift

June 9, 2008

Well, after yesterday’s gift post about sunrises, I was in the mood for a sunrise picture. Alas, the closest I had on hand was a picture of a sunset. I’ll need to get more pictures and next time get a sunrise.

But, no worry for now. I mean if you’ve waited through darkness to make it to enjoy the sunrise, then no doubt you can hang around long enough that next day to enjoy the sunset as well.   🙂    So, a sunset to enjoy, after the joy of the sunrise.

The Gift

June 8, 2008

“We can only appreciate the miracle of a sunrise if we have waited in the darkness.”

Author Unknown

The Gift – A CNN Video Extra

June 7, 2008

I got up this morning to see the CNN webpage article:New RFK Funeral Train Photos, Something’s Happening Here.

Some of the photos are new, some are already on my other post. The power of this video is listening to the man give his, even today, emotional eyewitness account of what it felt like to be on that train and see all those people along the entire journey:

” young, old, black, white, yellow, all there together driven by one concern, a love hopefully for a great man and a loss of their future. Bobby Kennedy at that time made a lot of people believe that it wasn’t only the rich who had a great time to be in America, America was for everybody, everybody had a chance. It was an incredibly emotional train ride. It was unrelenting.”

The Gift

June 7, 2008

I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

The Post – A Couple Last Thoughts: That Last Campaign…and Now

June 7, 2008

I picked up the book, The Last Campaign: Robert F. Kennedy And 82 Days That Inspired America. I had to revisit that place, and learn more about what it was that so inspired me. Obviously, I was not alone in feeling that if I come back to those people along the tracks of his funeral train:

One of the pictures in the book is of a group of people in an inner city neighborhood, gathered together next to the tracks, some holding an American flag. The caption notes:

“No one had imagined that on a steamy Saturday afternoon two million people would spontaneously head for 226 miles of tracks: wading through marshes, hiking across meadows, filling tenement balconies, clambering onto factory roofs, standing in junkyards and cemeteries, looking down from bridges, viaducts, bluffs, and waving hand-lettered GOODBYE BOBBY signs.”

The question at the end of the jacket flap copy, sums it up best:

“Four days after Robert Kennedy was assassinated, two million grieving Americans — weeping, waving flags, saluting, and kneeling in prayer — lined the tracks to watch his funeral train carry his body from New York to Washington. One of the reporters on this train, Sylvia Wright of Life magazine, saw a bridal party standing in the tall grass of a Delaware meadow. As the car carrying Kennedy’s casket passed, the party tossed their bouquets against its side, causing Wright to ask herself, “What did he have that he could do this to people?”

Certainly no one, not even his friends, not myself, would say RFK was a perfect man. In his early years he could be arrogant, rude, restless, impatient. He had a quick temper, and could be aggressive, intolerant, opinionated. He made enemies. Lots of them.

And the book’s author astutely wonders what must have gone through RFK’s mind as he walked in the march during Martin Luther King Jr.’s funeral. After all, RFK as Attorney General, authorized the wiretapping of King’s phones in the early 60s as a way to monitor such marches. Perhaps it’s a case of two people who early in their relationship, don’t understand each other and view each other with suspicion, yet over time, grow to realize the depth, value, and goodness of the other. Whatever went through his mind that day, or for that matter, in the turbulent painful years after his brother’s death, by 1968, what came out in Robert Kennedy was a gentleness… a person troubled by Vietnam, poverty, racial injustice.

You can speculate, and many have, on what might have been different, had he succeeded in reaching the presidency. Many describe it saying simply, this country would have been different and “…even his enemies would concede, he meant what he said.” It is likely Vietnam would have ended sooner, with so much less carnage. Things like the bombing of Cambodia, and the killings at Kent State, would have been avoided. Watergate might never have happened, and the young and minorities would have had a champion in the White House that could have addressed poverty, racial discrimination and disillusionment. But, it didn’t happen, so no one can say.

For myself, the question now is, will the hopeful future leaders in this election incorporate this vision and lead us where those men of the past – Medger Evers, Martin Luther King, Jr. Robert Kennedy, and others – were trying to take us? Can they?

The end of the book’s Prologue provides a hint of an answer:

“The stars may never be aligned as they were in 1968, and Americans may wait decades for another year as pivotal….Or perhaps not. There are things that Robert Kennedy did and said during his campaign that only the brother of a martyred president could have done and said, but there are others that another candidate could easily do and say, if the American people demanded them. John Nolan, who scheduled many of Kennedy’s appearances that spring, believes ‘ What he did was not really that mystical. All it requires is someone who knows himself, and has some courage.'”

It would be nice to not have to wait decades more for some future mystical pivotal moment, when maybe it can be now that another inspires such hope again…..