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[glogdog]

GG  - TY for yesterday's poems.  All wonderful, like Walton said.  (I'm still searching). 

Walton - good to see you here.   

[glogdog]

ok.    Come...sit down a spell and relax.  Quiet yourself down and enjoy this video.  There's been many trees I've sat under and they've heard my conversation.  There's been many trees I've touched...grateful for the beauty they have given me. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji8iYgLx8G0

[glogdog]

You know what?  We are experiencing a "Living Library" here in the RRP Forum.  We turn the pages of these wonderful threads and access all there is to know too!  We sit with each other, we talk to one another, we reach out, we love (especially our Decorah Eagles) and we listen and experience with our hearts. 

Thanks again, GG, for this thread.  I think I can speak on behalf of many who stop in here and read that it's a nice place to come to. 

[Faith]

Glog, you are so right.  This is a nice place to come to - especially after a long and grueling weekend.     Soothing poems, music, and videos.

[Faith]

Lovely GG!

[glogdog]

Another beautiful poem, GG.  Thank you.  "looking up" can be so helpful, can't it?

[nanimal]

Absolutely, GG!  Thank you.

[glogdog]

Yes, GG!  They're so faithful and true.

[glogdog]

Thinking Happiness

Think of the things that make you happy,
Not the things that make you sad;
Think of the fine and true in mankind,
Not its sordid side and bad;
Think of the blessings that surround you,
Not the ones that are denied;
Think of the virtues of your friendships,
Not the weak and faulty side;

Think of the gains you've made in business,
Not the losses you've incurred;
Think of the good of you that's spoken,
Not some cruel, hostile word;

Think of the days of health and pleasure,
Not the days of woe and pain;
Think of the days alive with sunshine,
Not the dismal days of rain;

Think of the hopes that lie before you,
Not the waste that lies behind;
Think of the treasures you have gathered,
Not the ones you've failed to find;
Think of the service you may render,
Not of serving self alone;
Think of the happiness of others,
And in this you'll find your own!


By...~ Robert E. Farley ~

[Faith]

Very nice glog.  Thank you.

[Faith]

So true, GG

[doberman]

Boy, there's such great posts here. Finn, there's something that touches me deeply every autumn. Hal Borland descriptions are wonderful. TY for posting it.

[nanimal]

Oh, Finn, I just read that entry yesterday... just beautiful, and I thought about posting it too, but ran out of time.  Bear with me as I post another (oh, there could be so many, love his writing and thinking) To me, Hal Borland is writer, poet, philosopher, scientist. His writings are a jewel I treasure every night.  Hope you all enjoy this entry, as well.:

"The autumn days shorten, but even as they shorten they increase in height and breadth.  It is as though there were a constant ratio that keeps the days in balance.  If it seems strange to think of any day in such dimensions, I have only to look about me, now that the leaves have thinned out.  My eyes can reach.  New vistas are open.  The horizon is there just beyond the row of maples from which the morning breeze shook a shower of gold and scarlet.  The sun slants in the window where, only two weeks ago, the shadow of the elms lay deep.

The hills are no longer remote, and at night I can look up and see the constellations of Andromeda and Pegasus.  Even in a land of trees, we no longer are canopied from the sky and walled in from the horizon.  Our earth's distances invite the eye.  And as the eyes reach, so must the mind stretch to meet those new horizons.

True, they are not new horizons.  I have seen them in long succession of other autumns, and they have been there through all the winters I have known here.  But the fact that they now seem new, if only because newly seen, is human reason enough for the seasonal succession.  We bind our lives with too many walls and canopies, at best.  It is good to have those barriers thin away, from time to time, and reveal the broader scope.  It is good to be reminded that not only the day but life itself is a matter of more than one dimension.

Autumn is the eternal corrective.  It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance.  What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach the the far horizon?"

[nanimal]

A agree, on both counts, GG.  H.B. has so much to offer.  More wise words from Robin Walker's poem - thanks.

[glogdog]

Gosh, Finn, nanimal and GG - all wonderful posts.  Thank you!