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October 19, 2005
Return of a friend and a winter bird!
So glad to have Gloria back safe and sound from a visit to Jan's new house in the desert southwest. And happy as well to see for the first time today a little junco ~ they arrive at the end of October (this is about a week earlier than usual)and stay until the end of April. Now it is my turn to fly! I leave for Minnesota in the morning and expect a nice visit with my folks. Then in a week Steve and Delaney will arrive and we will spend a few days with his folks. By the time I get back there will probably be a ton of leaves needing my attention!
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October 6, 2005
Eddi Packs the House in Indy!
We did have a bit of back row seating left, but the good seats(all front row!) were filled early for my ladies poetry group on Tuesday night. And once we all settled down and Eddi "came on stage", she transfixed us with her song and spoken word. Robert Burns works came quite alive that evening and we are certain that when Eddi's performance ended, the sound of his hands clapping preceded ours...
For Eddi Reader ~ a public Thank You from all of us in the group. We ladies were so impressed that she would take the time to recite Burns for our little group way across the sea, and when she sang Green Grow the Rashes and Of Ae the Airts for instance, at least one of the ladies was rummaging for a kleenex. But hearing To a Louse restored us all to our celebratory mood! Must also thank Lola again for the kindness in sending the Celtic Festival DVD, and to my brother Craig for bringing me Eddi's music in the first place!
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October 5, 2005
Wendell's View
Today's Writer's Almanac on Public Radio brings this offering from the very astute poet Wendell Berry~
The Future
For God's sake, be done
with this jabber of "a better world."
What blasphemy! No "futuristic"
twit or child thereof ever
in embodied light will see
a better world than this, though they
foretell inevitably a worse.
Do something! Go cut the weeds
beside the oblivious road. Pick up
the cans and bottles, old tires,
and dead predictions. No future
can be stuffed into this presence
except by being dead. The day is
clear and bright, and overhead
the sun not yet half finished
with his daily praise.
~a serious look at what is another "beautiful morning" here in Indianapolis...
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