November 23, 2022

Reflection

RAIN

Rain ....

Praised and prayed for ... cursed and rain from ... rain.

The United States landed a "lander" on Mars - about two or three weeks ago. 

Today is June 6, 2008.

The hope - one hope - is to see if there is ice on Mars - because if there is ice - there's water - and if there is water - there is a possibility of starting a colony there.

Rain ....

What would happen if there was a planet out there filled with water - an if water - it rains there.

Rain ....

It rained here the other day - and heavy - and more rain is expected  during the next few days.

Trees were knocked  down in Virginia and Maryland. Electrical power lines fell - and our Eucharistic Chapel was flooded a bit.

Rain ....

I like rain.

I like it better than snow.

Snow is tough on driving.

Both flow down into the aqua filters - where vast deposits of water - sit under carpet earth.

I like soft rain - especially soft, spring rain.

I like the clean feeling it gives to earth, bushes, and trees.

It cleans sidewalks.

I like the sound it makes on the roof and air conditioning units.

I like to see it splashing into windows.

Rain....

Now Noah, tell us your thoughts about rain?

November 23, 2022

Wednesday - Thought for Today 

"The mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that 'w-a-t-e-r' meant the wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand.  That living word awakened my soul, gave it light, joy, set it free."

Helen Keller [1880-1968]

The Story of My Life [1902], chap. 3

 November 22, 2022

Reflection

BOOKS  I BOUGHT 

AND  NEVER  READ

There are books I bought and never read.

I spot them at times on my book shelves.

The book looked good at the  time.

 November 22, 2022

Tuesday - Thought for Today

"Snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, father westward, softly falling into the dark multinous Shannon waves.  It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried.  It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

James Joyce [1882-1941]

Dubliners, The Dead

 November 21,  2022

Reflection

APPEARANCE VS. REALITY

There is appearance and there is reality.

Sometimes they match.

Sometimes when they don't seem to match; uproar happens.

Appearance is a reality.

 November 21, 2022

Monday - Thought for Today

"Lonely people talking to each other can make each other lonelier."

Lillian Hellman [1905-1984]

The Autumn Garden [1951] Act I

November 20, 2022

Reflection 

I DID

What's a man - or a woman - to do when their spouse has died - not physically - but emotionally?

What's woman a man to do when their spouse refuses to talk about it to each other - or to a counselor?