A few days ago Jundo and I were discussing weather and the fact that his family relocated from New York to Florida when he was a boy to escape the cold weather. Early this morning it suddenly occurred to me that I may have been holding on to a fallacy for some time now. Back in 1965 taking English 101, we were asked to write an essay on our earliest recollection. Mine was a certain vignette of me as a toddler (probably 3+ yrs) standing on our upstairs front balcony looking ( from the south shore
If you 'Like' a post in social media you are indicating to the originator that you acknowledge his/her contribution; and you may even "share' it. These actions have evolved very recently as short form conventions that can be useful. I try to use them as positive reinforcement for my neices, nephews and grand children. The one aspect missing from this is if I happen to miss a post or two, they could tend to think that I didn't like what they had done. So, when a wrong is committed is it right to
And so, finally, I get it. Having spent most of my three score
and sixteen years wandering about this planet we call home; I finally get it.
["And what do you get ?", you may ask.]
What I get is that the world doesn't need saving !!
That's not to say it doesn't deserve it after all the abuse that man has
heaped on it since time began. When you think about it, probably the
first littering was done by Adam when he threw his apple core away.
Updated 09-18-2013 at 04:37 PM by Shokai
So many words, useless thoughts; 10,000 dharmas in your face. Google+ is playing silly buggar; can't join the hangout. It's ok to be fat, overweight, diseased, depressed, happy, exuberant, mellow. All the while, the kids had a good week-end. Someone said, "It's ok to be not ok!" It doesn't matter. Traffic sounds abound. The cardinal doesn't care. He sings a song each morning. In the now cool air it carries for city blocks. A train hurtles from the under-river tunnel bursting into a rainbow of sound.
Updated 07-25-2013 at 11:47 AM by Shokai
Our Daughter has spent the last three weeks coping with the ravages of the floods in southern Alberta. She lives in a small village on the banks of the Bow River as it pours down the eastern foot hills of the Rockies. Fortunately, her rental accommodations sit on posts. The house used to have a skirt about these posts so she was completely unaware of this and horrified when the raging water ripped them away. The flood also cleared away the driveway, front path and anything else in the yard, to be