Bertrand Russell, wrote in his autobiography in 1967:
"There is a possibility in human minds of something mysterious as night wind, deep as the sea, calm as the stars, and as strong as death, a mystic contemplation … Those who have known it cannot believe in wars any longer … if I could give to others what has come to me in this way, I could make them too feel the futility of fighting. But I do not know how to communicate it" … I was a charter member of Bertrand Russell's Peace Movement in the mid-sixties. Many of my views have changed over the years, but that "something mysterious as the night wind, deep as the sea, calm as the stars and as strong a death", that mystic contemplation, still rests peacefully in my heart; where it once marched bravely, with great hope, in the face of rejection, believing that I could "communicate it"........
Well if you have to have ears....have EARS..... the desert rodent shown above has ears so big he can hear an enemy approaching him from very far away. Some thoughts came to my mind when I found his image:
1) The wonder of evolution.
2) Is he more nervous with such radar on his head?
3) Are they high maintenance? They sure look it!
Now if I had a set of ears that large just imagine all of the troubles I could listen to. Talk about a sympathetic ear! I have always been a good listener, but with those tools who knows what heights I could reach! On second thoughts, maybe my brain would reach trouble saturation point too quickly......
What's the old proverb about the grass being greener? Never mind, after giving it careful thought; I do believe I'll keep the ears I have, thank you very much..... Anyway, it would be so difficult to find earrings, don't you think?
A horse is a horse, of course, of course......
and sometimes it is a zebra!
The above image is of a Fossil Marine Diaton. Photographed through a microscope, I presume............ well I never! It looks to me like a Maltese Cross.
Wonder upon wonders, is there nothing new under the sun? It seems to me many of the symbols, patterns and designs that we create, enjoy and are surrounded with on a daily basis are reproductions of living things from a hidden world that we do not see with the naked eye. Makes one wonder in awe at it all. No?
Oh how I adore this wonderful life!
"I can see right through you".... how many times have I said that in my life. If I had a nickel for each time I would be a rich woman today. Having been blessed with a certain extra-sensory instinct, I tend to read people very well. That being the case, I often know their next move before they do, a blessing and a curse over the years, I must say. But, I ramble, as usual.....
The butterfly above makes transparency a state of uniqueness.....feast on the beauty of the butterfly itself, while simultaneously enjoying the flower that nurtures the insect. The eyes are twice blessed.
"I can see right through you" who knew what joy that phrase could offer?
"A Man he works from sun to sun but woman's work is never done"
A day off work...let me savor the thought and the day. I slept till 9:45 am, yes 9:45!
Now I am up showered and still in my PJ's, bliss. Now what for the rest of the day? Well I need to go to the laundromat and wash the huge down comforter which has been patiently folded and waiting to be washed and stored, since the last cold night, in preparation for this coming winter. How long ago was that cold night? Hard to remember in the current heat. I threw three extra large bath towels downstairs from the upstairs shower, I will wash them too. Stop by Walmart while the bedding is in the laundromat. Then this afternoon I will vacuum and wash the floors.... Hey where did my wonderful day off go???? Nothing changes and maintenance is work in any endeavor.............
Memories of 44 years ago when the Beatles were performing in Glasgow. I had seen them a few years earlier when they were The Silver Beetles and instantly fell in love with George. We knew immediately this was a different sound and oh how we loved it! They were radical! My generation, long haired, brash, radical young lads from Liverpool of all places. Liverpool was a disenfranchised place in the 60's not quite worthy of being part of England in many eyes.....but then the Beatles blew that notion out of the water. We Scots understood that concept; we were a Scots when we lost and Brits when w e won......same with Liverpool, back then anyway. But back to the Beatles; adults hated them, a bad influence and all of that, twisting the minds of an entire generation, they said. Now they are members of the British Empire, knighted by the Queen. Boy, times change.
I digress from the lost interview......I can't wait to see it and be transported back to a time when a Beatles LP was the most important thing in my world. When young Liverpudlian men were very popular when I was holidaying on the Isle of Mann. When the world was young, and life was full of fun, and the Beatles wrote the score. What could be better?
ACCIDENTAL FUNGUS LEADS TO PROMISING CANCER DRUG.
An interesting fungus may in time offer hope to thousands, even millions, stricken with various cancers. I can only pray its promises come to pass.......too late for those I have loved and lost, but in time for many others.
What a blissful celebration that will be!
Jeannie
