The Pupster Seizes the Day

"Hey, I've never been able to come into this part of the garden before. I think Farmlady forgot to put my leash on. I'm not attached to anything...., whoopee, where's Maggie....."

"Maggie, look..., here, no over here...., look at that view..., what's that smell. A fox, I smell a Fox..., no wait, it's THE CAT. I smell the cat. No, maybe it's a lizard. No, it's definitely a Fox. Well, maybe it's ...., what's that noise? Maggie listen. I hear dogs on that hill over there; howling. Lot's of them. Maggie? Do you hear that? ...., What? I saw something run under the bush over here. I'll go find it ....., what was that?..., wait, I smell, uh, goats. Yes, where are they? On my...., what's that other smell? Maggie? There's poop here and it's not ours. Want a bite? Oh Maggie, this is so fun. Do you think Farmlady knows where I am? I think she...., what's that smell? Hey, Maggie....."

"Hi Farmlady. You forgot to hook me up to my leash this morning but It's OK. It's good that you keep me on a leash because I'm safer and I can't get hurt but...., I had so much fun. I didn't see any rattlesnakes. I was really OK. Did you know a fox came into the garden last night and left you something. Maggie and I helped clean it up. It was delicious! What do ya mean NO kisses?....,
Thanks for the free run this morning, Farmlady. I love you."
"Wanna go for a walk? Let's go for a walk. What's that? I smell something......"

Happy Labor Day Everyone.

The Bell

Three hundred and sixty four years ago a man named Basho wrote...

The temple bell stops
but the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers.

Basho (1644-94)
(translated by Robert Bly)

If you listen very closely, I think you can still hear something...is it singing?

My long time friend, Carol, is visiting for the weekend. She came up from Sacramento, yesterday. Carol and I met in high school and she was my bridesmaid when I got married 44 years ago. That was in the 60's. What a time it was. We have gone through a lot together and even though we spent many years apart, we always found each other again.
The weather has cooled off and last night we stood outside and watched, in awe, at the beautiful full moon, rising over the eastern mountains. We have shared a lifetime of experiences, from a little house in the Pygmy Forest of Mendocino to a farm in the foothills of Amador County, so last night it seemed right to share the full moon rising.

I have asked her to do a guest post for me. She said "Yes" so...., my friend..., you're on.

Carol's Post

Some wise person, I don't know who, wrote "there are no coincidences in the universe..." and so I can't say what a strange coincidence it is to be asked to write about a poem translated by Robert Bly. I've often been moved by, irritated with or in awe of his poetry. What a mixture of confidence, profound respect and linguistic ability must have gone into his decision to attempt these translations from the Japanese.

As for myself, I think I'll just wander outside again into the Farm Lady's garden and watch the late summer roses fade.

Vintage Thursday: A special gift.

Remember my dear friend "D" who came down here when my Mom passed away. Well, many years ago, when she came back from her travels one summer ( June of 59'), she brought me this bible. It is the most beautiful bible I have ever seen. It's covered with mother of pearl and leather and says on the Licence page...
In terms of the Letters Patent granted by Her late Majesty Queen Victoria to Her Printers for Scotland, and the Instructions issued by her said Majesty in Council, dated Eleventh July Eighteen Hundred and Thirty- nine. I hereby License and authorise Messrs. William Collins Sons and Company Limited, One hundred and forty four Cathedral Street, Glasgow, to print and publish, as by the authority of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the second, an Edition of the Holy Bible in Times Ruby Type..., dated at Edinburgh the fourteenth day of April, Nineteen Hundred and Fifty Eight..., and it's signed W. R. Milligan- lord Advocate.
A few of the mother of pearl pieces are missing now but it's still in very good condition.

The illustrations are just wonderful and there are maps of the holy land in the back. I have taken good care of this bible for 50 years and it's one of my prized possessions. "D" brought it back from Jerusalem and told me that it had been blessed on Jesus' tomb. I remember thinking, at the time, that this was very cool.
I always wonder if some of these many bibles that were written in different languages lost some meaning in translation and I have my doubts about the accuracy of them, as a whole, but something that has lasted for 2000 years can't be completely dismissed and it's a fascination to me that each translation can still be so interesting.
I'm sure there is an argument for and against every interpretation. To me this small bible represents more than a history of a people that lived 2000 years ago; it's also speaks of life, struggle, belief and faith in something much larger than any of us understand and yet something as fundamental as a friendship that has weathered time..., and the need for connections , memories and love. To me , this beautiful little bible is filled with the "holiness" of each life that has been touched by it and in that respect..., it's invaluable.

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The Bean is Learning to Swim

"If one advances confidently in the direction of one's dreams,

....and endeavors to live the life which one has imagined,

one will meet with a success unexpected in common hours." ~ Henry David Thoreau~