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August 13, 2013


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SWEET photo! Take care, sistas.


The first time I saw this photo, I thought of you, PEACEsista.

That's a compliment.

Thank you.


Good morning, sistas. Prayers abound that this will indeed be a season of growth, of healing, of many, many joys. xoxo.


This photo is so sweet. Such a proud mother.

Flann & I watched this video yesterday of a panda mother & her baby meeting for the first time. I thought I'd share it.


Thanks for posting the link to that video, Matissta. I love to watch it.

Thanks for your prayers, treesta, and good wishes for a season of growth.

Sista C

Sobering to see the sass and sphere stilled. Love to all.



Today I'm flying low and I'm
not saying a word.
I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.

But I'm taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I'm traveling
a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.

Mary Oliver

*** Sista C, I love the line in this poem: 'I hardly move though really I'm traveling a terrific distance.' That line reminds me that just because it is still, it doesn't mean it's been stilled. Everyone needs a season of rest, a season to rejeuvenate. I hope the Sassistas continue to honor their need for such a season. And I pray that rest leads them to 'the door into the temple'. I hope all is well for you. treesta

Sista C

I love the poem, Thank you Treesta.


Speaking of leave-taking, Diesel and I are off to Wisconsin again tomorrow. We'll be back on Labor Day. See you in September, sistas!


Back from Chicago after taking care of grandson...loved the way he was taking on the world and language...he is very soulful, stubborn, and affectionate and took over the hotel. I will be sleeping the next week while all of you are, I hope, having fun.


The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

— Wendell Berry

Continuing to pray that, in your own way, you are finding "the presence of still water" and you are resting "in the grace of the world".


Yes ... one of my favorite poems, treesta ... and I am here ... in the peace of the wild things ... resting in the grace of the world ... and free.

Wishing you all such peace and freedom.


We appreciate these lovely comments. Thank you.


Shore and Ground

Keep walking though there’s no place to get to.

Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings.

Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move.

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened.

Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a

musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.



Check out Google's home page today. A sweet little animation in honor of Claude Debussy's birthday.

Just in case...


DANG! I missed it! It must have just been up yesterday, because your link takes me to the regular old Google moniker. Guess the old saying still goes, "if you snooze, you lose!"


Fear not, PEACE. You can still see it & past doodles at


Nice, THANKS! That was FUN!


good job actually taking a break...I mean it.


Miss my sister.......................


I really appreciated this poem that I read on a blog today. Thought I'd share, hoping that Flannista and Matissta are finding their own way:

In the flatlands

of misbegotten prairies

I take my mountains

where I find them, knowing

the trails are no less steep,

the switchbacks

no less sharp,

the questions, boulders.

Show me the

way, a glimpse at a time.

Lead me to open sky.

By Pam Gallnutt on the blog, "through the jelly jar" and shared with her permission

Love to you all,


Thanks, treesta. Blessings to us all on finding our own way.


To the persistent rain:

Please, stop ... now.


I've been thinking of you and noway, PEACE, as I've been reading the news reports. Are you anywhere near the horrific flooding in Colorado?


Less than an hour from here there is terrible flooding, especially the rivers coming down from the Rocky Mountains. The highway through the canyon to Estes Park has been destroyed by flooding ... and many other roads, too. I have friends in Colorado who have been evacuated from their homes. In just six days, we have received a third of the moisture which we receive in one year ... and it will not stop. It rained and drizzled all day today and the skies are still cloudy ... and it is still raining ... Please, make it stop.

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