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Friday Sep 30, 2011
Sonnet Thirty-eight by William Shakespeare
Friday Sep 30, 2011
Friday Sep 30, 2011
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Sonnet XXXVIII
by William Shakespeare
How can my Muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thyself dost give invention light?
Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
If my slight Muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
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Sonnet 38
Friday Sep 30, 2011
Sonnet Thirty-seven by William Shakespeare
Friday Sep 30, 2011
Friday Sep 30, 2011
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Sonnet XXXVII
by William Shakespeare
As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am sufficed
And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look, what is best, that best I wish in thee:
This wish I have; then ten times happy me!
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Sonnet 37
Thursday Sep 29, 2011
Sonnet Thirty-six by William Shakespeare
Thursday Sep 29, 2011
Thursday Sep 29, 2011
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Sonnet XXXVI
by William Shakespeare
Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain
Without thy help by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honor me,
Unless thou take that honor from thy name:
But do not so; I love thee in such sort
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
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Sonnet 36
Thursday Sep 29, 2011
Crossed Wires by Dane Allred
Thursday Sep 29, 2011
Thursday Sep 29, 2011
Crossed Wires
by Dane Allred
When I miss a step
And you miss one, too.
Our wires are crossed.
The best news is our paths are also crossed.
It takes some time
And a little unraveling
Then when the knots
And misunderstandings are untied
We usually find ourselves
Back on the same path
Hoping we don’t get our wires crossed again.
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Sharing by Dane Allred
Wednesday Sep 28, 2011
Wednesday Sep 28, 2011
Bright Space
Sharing
by Dane Allred
It takes a decision
To do something unselfish.
Giving of ourselves is a choice.
We are choosing to do something
For someone else when we could do something else.
Life is all about the choice.
We make one decision or another.
We don’t always know where the path will lead.
But helping someone else is almost never a bad decision.
One of the most sublime moments is when we can lose ourselves in the service of others.
When we get the chance to help others on their journey here
It’s part of our work as well as theirs.
We were once together in that Bright Space
Wondering what this place would be like
And if we would cross paths again.
We wanted to come here to experience our own life,
While all the world experiences their own reality.
But when we were together before,
We knew all there was to know
Sharing all knowledge and eternity.
But there came a time when we knew we would have to leave the Bright Space
And learn in the only way we could.
Apart and alone
Distant from those we once shared all with,
Wondering what that nagging familiarity really was,
When we see each other by chance.
Or is it by chance?
As the smallest particles of the universe spin
Influencing another small particle somewhere else
It is the same with us as we circle in the spheres
of human interaction
All around us.
My world intersects with yours
And your path crosses another.
Something you need to hear from someone else
May be waiting for you just around the next corner.
When we wander in this wonderful world.
Is it any coincidence we find those who
Think like us.
Act like we do.
Wonder like we do at the connection we feel from the first time we meet.
The first time we meet again for another time.
The next time that momentary recognition happens to you
Stop and help those we were with before.
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Wendover Wanderings
Monday Sep 26, 2011
Monday Sep 26, 2011
Debbie and I decided one weekend to go to Wendover and just relax for the weekend. I think it may have been some weekend where we had some extra days off during the school year.
I had been running several races during the summer, and when we got to Wendover I decided I should keep in shape by running to that rock off in the distance and back. I said goodbye to Debbie and jogged off into the desert.
The rock off in the distance was a bit farther off than it looked. I jogged and jogged; endless miles jogging for hours seems like only minutes. You really don't notice the passage of time and you don't really pay attention to the distance.
By the time I got to the rocky crag, I’d been jogging quite a while. I climbed to the top of the rocks and discovered the small bones. I put them in my pocket and started to jog back.
It took quite a while to get back, and when I finally arrived at the motel, Debbie was sitting on the hood of the car with the bags packed. I was hoping for a shower, but she had to check us out, since I had been gone jogging for about four hours.
She said she had planned my funeral and decided on a list of speakers. She had gone from furious to worried to panicked and back to furious when she saw me jogging up.
She stayed furious for the three hours it took to get back home, and it didn’t help I had to measure just how far I had gone by driving the car out and back. I can't remember if it was 12 or 15 miles, but it was a lot further than it looked.
I wish I had learned my lesson, but I didn’t. The last marathon I ran was a disaster. I was anemic, but didn’t find that out until later. But when you get to be an old coot like me, you may be able to finish a marathon just out of pure stubbornness.
At mile twenty, I stopped under a bridge to rest in the sun for a moment. I had worn a sleeveless shirt that day, forgetting I hadn’t been wearing one all summer. I was pretty sunburned after running in the hot sun for hours.
It was then that my knee decided I was done running. It kind of locked up and refused to do anything but walk. The few times I tried to run again it protested long and loud.
Needless to say, not only had the first twenty miles taken longer than I liked, the last six took much longer than I wanted. But I saved a bit to run at the finish line, even though the marathon crew had started to dismantle the course. It is also needless to tell you how long it took me to run, walk and crawl the twenty-six point two miles.
You know you are running very slowly when the police direct you to run on the sidewalk instead of the road, which had previously been cleared for the run.
My wife had decided to come along this time to the marathon, but I had told her I would be a couple of hours faster than I actually was.
It was the Wendover incident all over again. She was watching the news to see if some old man had been hit during the race and taken to the hospital.
She flipped from channel to channel to see if her husband had suffered a heart-attack on the course.
She probably planned my funeral again.
Since I like to shower and rest after a marathon, she had planned on shopping after I got back. I know she was more worried about me than about missing shopping, but when I dragged my sorry butt into the room two hours late, she told me she had been frantic. After she calmed down, I convinced her to go shopping and buy herself something nice.
I cleaned up and collapsed on the bed. After resting for about an hour, I twisted my leg and my knee popped back into place.
It was one of those pains that really hurt at the moment, but it felt better after it was back where it should be.
Is there a moral to the story?
If you ever get tempted to jog off into the desert, choose a landmark closer to the city. Or tell your wife you jog a marathon slower than you think you can.
Then you may be spared the details of your very own funeral.
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Abundance Teamwork Sept 18
Saturday Sep 24, 2011
Saturday Sep 24, 2011
This is the complete episode of Abundance called Teamwork from September 18th.
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Sonnet Thirty-five by William Shakespeare
Saturday Sep 24, 2011
Saturday Sep 24, 2011
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Sonnet XXXV
by William Shakespeare
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense--
Thy adverse party is thy advocate--
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an accessory needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
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Sonnet 35
Saturday Sep 24, 2011
Sonnet Thirty-four by William Shakespeare
Saturday Sep 24, 2011
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Sonnet XXXIV
by William Shakespeare
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak
That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
Ah! But those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.
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Sonnet 34
Friday Sep 23, 2011
Sonnet Thirty-three by William Shakespeare
Friday Sep 23, 2011
Friday Sep 23, 2011
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Sonnet XXXIII
by William Shakespeare
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
But out, alack! He was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
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Sonnet 33