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Fun and interesting tidbits that caught my attention... My reflections and random thoughts on finding balance and joy, as well as life, universe, and everything in between
Monday, October 25, 2021
Monday, October 18, 2021
Thought of the week - Responsibility
Greetings all!
Here is an inspiring thought for the upcoming week (from http://www.deeshan.com).
Of course, some things are not in our control. But in general, can we focus on the the positive? Can we choose how to react to what happens to us? Can we choose to create harmony and not difficulties? Our choice is our responsibility.Monday, October 11, 2021
Season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness
Do you love this “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”? This is how English poet John Keats referred to autumn. Hot days give way to cooler weather, leaves change color and fall, and there is a hint of melancholy in the air and in our mood.
Why do leaves change color? Reddish or yellow is actually the natural pigmentation in leaves but during the spring and summer when there is more sunlight, leaves get overpowered with chlorophyll which turns them green. So as days grow shorter, there is less sunlight and less chlorophyll. Also strong red or purple color is actually sugar content from sap trapped in the leaves.
Were you ever curious why in some parts of the world this season is called fall and in others autumn? Read on!
According to Merriam-Webster, “Autumn and fall are used interchangeably as words for the season between summer and winter. Both are used in American and British English, but fall occurs more often in American English. Autumn is considered the more formal name for the season.”
Monday, October 4, 2021
Poetry Of Departures [Poem of the Week]
Sometimes
you hear, fifth-hand,
As epitaph:
He chucked up everything
And just cleared off,
And always the voice will sound
Certain you approve
This audacious, purifying,
Elemental move.
And they are right, I think.
We all hate home
And having to be there:
I detest my room,
It's specially-chosen junk,
The good books, the good bed,
And my life, in perfect order:
So to hear it said
He walked out on the whole crowd
Leaves me flushed and stirred,
Like Then she undid her dress
Or Take that you bastard;
Surely I can, if he did?
And that helps me to stay
Sober and industrious.
But I'd go today,
Yes, swagger the nut-strewn roads,
Crouch in the fo'c'sle
Stubbly with goodness, if
It weren't so artificial,
Such a deliberate step backwards
To create an object:
Books; china; a life
Reprehensibly perfect.
By
Philip Larkin
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