Wednesday, January 20, 2021

If you are in the Dark, be the Light...

A beautiful young lady stood and delivered a beautiful message today.

Amanda Gorman, Youth Poet Laureate In her own words...   Do yourself a favor and listen.

When day comes we ask ourselves,

where can we find light in this never-ending shade?

The loss we carry,

a sea we must wade

We've braved the belly of the beast

We've learned that quiet isn't always peace

And the norms and notions

of what just is

Isn’t always just-ice

And yet the dawn is ours

before we knew it

Somehow we do it

Somehow we've weathered and witnessed

a nation that isn’t broken

but simply unfinished

We the successors of a country and a time

Where a skinny Black girl

descended from slaves and raised by a single mother

can dream of becoming president

only to find herself reciting for one

And yes we are far from polished

far from pristine

but that doesn’t mean we are

striving to form a union that is perfect

We are striving to forge a union with purpose

To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and

conditions of man

And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us

but what stands before us

We close the divide because we know, to put our future first,

we must first put our differences aside

We lay down our arms

so we can reach out our arms

to one another

We seek harm to none and harmony for all

Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:

That even as we grieved, we grew

That even as we hurt, we hoped

That even as we tired, we tried

That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious

Not because we will never again know defeat

but because we will never again sow division

Scripture tells us to envision

that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree

And no one shall make them afraid

If we’re to live up to our own time

Then victory won’t lie in the blade

But in all the bridges we’ve made

That is the promise to glade

The hill we climb

If only we dare

It's because being American is more than a pride we inherit,

it’s the past we step into

and how we repair it

We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation

rather than share it

Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy

And this effort very nearly succeeded

But while democracy can be periodically delayed

it can never be permanently defeated

In this truth

in this faith we trust

For while we have our eyes on the future

history has its eyes on us

This is the era of just redemption

We feared at its inception

We did not feel prepared to be the heirs

of such a terrifying hour

but within it we found the power

to author a new chapter

To offer hope and laughter to ourselves

So while once we asked,

how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?

Now we assert

How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?

We will not march back to what was

but move to what shall be

A country that is bruised but whole,

benevolent but bold,

fierce and free

We will not be turned around

or interrupted by intimidation

because we know our inaction and inertia

will be the inheritance of the next generation

Our blunders become their burdens

But one thing is certain:

If we merge mercy with might,

and might with right,

then love becomes our legacy

and change our children’s birthright

So let us leave behind a country

better than the one we were left with

Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,

we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one

We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west,

we will rise from the windswept northeast

where our forefathers first realized revolution

We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,

we will rise from the sunbaked south

We will rebuild, reconcile and recover

and every known nook of our nation and

every corner called our country,

our people diverse and beautiful will emerge,

battered and beautiful

When day comes we step out of the shade,

aflame and unafraid

The new dawn blooms as we free it

For there is always light,

if only we’re brave enough to see it

If only we’re brave enough to be it


Tuesday, January 19, 2021

Growing up with the century...

 


Today, our little Emily is no longer a teenager.  I wish her a joyous day and a wonderful life. Love you. Hannah says you are old.

Tuesday, January 12, 2021

Neighbor woman

Wearing the new bogg'n Sister Betty made for her. She loves it and had gotten good use of it with our miserable weather. Yesterday the high at my house was in the mid 30s.

I hope it warms up by July.

Sunday, January 10, 2021

Stalking the Eagles..

 


These pics have loaded backwards to the way I wanted, but I am not going to try to rearrange them.  This morning at about 7:30 am, I started on a walk into the fields below my house.  I walked down to the creek where I found eagles in the trees along the creek.  I have assumed when I would see the big birds flying down towards the creek in the early evening that they were going to roost in the protection of the bluffs along Dry Creek.  Today I saw several in the trees close by the creek.  When I got back to the house, I drove over to Sunny Lane.  I caught these 2 deer in Dan's pasture just below his house on the way home.


Helen's Church just after services started this morning.


Two birds in the trees over by Eldridge's farm at the top of Morris Hill.


Same two birds with some weird blue building and an old white house way in the background. From my drive.


This was taken from the edge of Dry Creek on my walk.


Bird below after he decided he did not like me.


This is were I was when Helen called me to see what I was up to this morning.


Same bird as below, and maybe same as above.  Hard to tell for sure.


In a tree on the bluff across the creek. I was about at the line between Norton's and JR Snow's land on Dry Creek here.


Two birds down along the creek on Norton's bottom land.  I was standing about the center of the bottom land Daddy used to own when I took this pic.


Racoon tracks along the creek edge. Richard and Tony hunted here and on these bluffs many long years.


Sunrise, just crossing over the fence into Dry Creek Bottom that Daddy once owned.


Anemic sunrise above Dry Creek.

Now, I need to take a nap.

Tuesday, January 05, 2021

Beautiful Day Again...

 I talked to Sister Betty when I got home today.  I was not planning on walking, but she said 'Go walk!' so I had to.  Then, after Robert got home and I fed him, I walked again.  Today is the first day I have made 10,000 steps in about a week.

Yesterday, I got 4 T-bone steaks marked down by more than half because they were approaching the end date.  They looked fine, and tasted great.  I cooked 2 for me and the kids last night and made stir fry with the other 2 tonight. It was really good.



This was taken a week ago when the weather was dreary.  We have ducks on the pond every day now.  Today I see four.  I always think of Brother Clayton when I see ducks or geese on the pond.  He always loved all kinds of fowl.


This was taken the same dreary day.  Poor crane looks half drowned.  I often see him on the pond also.  Here he is standing in the spillway.