Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Rediscover
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Potlatch
"Hence, the practice of giving gifts, for the acceptance of a gift by a guest was tacit recognition of the new status announced by the host or his spokesman. A potlatch was also an occasion for young people to socialize and an enjoyable opportunity for relatives and friends from different villages to see each other." - Alvin M. Josephy, Jr.,editor, America in 1492:The World of the Indian Peoples Before the Arrival of Columbus.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Success from Failures
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Dreams
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Bad Frosty
"Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake."
- Robert Louis Stevenson
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Faith
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Winter Again
Monday, February 16, 2009
Life Depends
"Water, soil, and the earth's green mantel of plants make up the world that supports the animal life of the earth. Although modern man seldom remembers the fact, he could not exist without the plants that harness the sun's energy and manufacture the basic foodstuffs he depends upon for life." - Rachel Carson, Silent Spring
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Exits and Entrances
Saturday, February 14, 2009
My Valentine
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."
Sonnet 43 - Elizabeth Barrett Brown ( 1806-1861)
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Mistakes are Lessons
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Winning When Losing
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
To Construct
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Play Funny
Monday, February 2, 2009
Make Every Day Count
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Creativity and Inspiration
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