Posted in Nature/animals, Quotes, tagged Fullersburg Woods, Graue Mill, Salt Creek, Boston Marathon, West Texas fertilizer explosion, floods in Illinois, floods around Chicago, Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It quote on Saturday, April 20, 2013 |
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“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.” Norman Maclean
On Monday, I passed by Salt Creek at Fullersburg Woods on my way home. The water was running swiftly, the sun was brilliant, warming the April air, and swales of daffodils and Siberian squill blanketed the earth around the Graue Mill. My undisciplined self could not help but to turn off of the road I was on, park the car, pull out my camera, and wander a bit in the luxury of Spring’s emerging carpet. Little did I know, at that same moment, what horrors were occurring in Boston, nor how the small town of West in Texas would become so explosively devastated a few days later, or how these very same waters I crossed would soon rise, bringing their own destruction and revealing their own dark secrets as more than six inches of rain pummeled the area.
This was a haunting week that tried our souls, brought out the measure of many, the evil of some, and both the beauty and the brutality of nature and of man. A week most of us will not soon forget. A week that reminds us to hang on tight to our roots and to all things that are good, to hold our loved ones close and live our fullest in each and every moment we are given.
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Posted in Family and friends, Food, music, Quotes, Television, tagged Abram Efimovich Arkhipov, Anais Nin, Bobby Burgess, Cissy King, Dem Bones, ham and bean soup, Lawrence Welk Halloween show, Lawrence Welk Show on Sunday, February 17, 2013 |
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Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive. Anais Nin
One never knows where “dem bones” will end up. Take, for instance, a ham bone. One leftover from a Christmas luncheon. Actually, someone did take the ham bone. Several people, in fact, did. It made perfect sense to let the ladies who offered to warm the hams have “first pick” at the bones, which they happily took home. One bone, however, was passed on to another, Pat, who froze it to share at another time. I was one of the lucky ones who got to enjoy it!
I was delighted to receive Pat’s invitation to lunch, though not sure if I would be able to make it as it was a week after my sister’s surgery. As luck would have it, I was able to attend and, as these sorts of things go, it was JUST the thing I needed.
Several of us sat around Pat’s table on an icy Friday morn in February, enjoying a most delicious ham, bean and kale soup accompanied by spoon corn bread, a spicy carrot salad, and stimulating conversation with just the right pinches of laughter and encouragement. Dear reader, please know this hearty lunch with one of “dem bones” was a balm for my soul, allowing me to regroup, repair, and rejoice!
Ah, dem bones! As I wended my way home, I started humming the spiritual “Dem Bones”, then recalled a performance on the famed show of years ago, the Lawrence Welk Show. I guess I was still picking at ‘dem bones”. This version was performed on a Halloween show. I hope you will enjoy “dem bones” – and maybe have a big bowl of hearty soup, shared with friends, perhaps, someday soon.
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October sunlight, particularly morning sunlight, has a special golden warmth that adds a peculiar glow to life. Part of that glow, to be sure, comes from the earth itself, an October world with grass turned gold in ripeness and maples showing first color and sumac crimsoned with anticipation. But there is also a directness of the sun riding in an east-west course, a simplicity of day begun at a proper hour, a pleasant air of Autumn.
Hal Borland: “An American Year”
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