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Wednesday Nov 30, 2011
Sonnet Seventy by William Shakespeare
Wednesday Nov 30, 2011
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Sonnet LXX
by William Shakespeare
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater, being woo'd of time;
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
Thou hast pass'd by the ambush of young days,
Either not assail'd or victor being charged;
Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,
To tie up envy evermore enlarged:
If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show,
Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.
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Sonnet 70
Wednesday Nov 30, 2011
Sonnet Sixty-nine by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet LXIX
by William Shakespeare
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd;
But those same tongues that give thee so thine own
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds;
Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odor matcheth not thy show,
The solve is this, that thou dost common grow.
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Sonnet 69
Tuesday Nov 29, 2011
Sonnet Sixty-eight by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet LXVIII
by William Shakespeare
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
Before the bastard signs of fair were born,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
Before the golden tresses of the dead,
The right of sepulchres, were shorn away,
To live a second life on second head;
Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay:
In him those holy antique hours are seen,
Without all ornament, itself and true,
Making no summer of another's green,
Robbing no old to dress his beauty new;
And him as for a map doth Nature store,
To show false Art what beauty was of yore.
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Sonnet 68
Tuesday Nov 29, 2011
Sonnet Sixty-seven by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet LXVII
by William Shakespeare
Ah! Wherefore with infection should he live,
And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage should achieve
And lace itself with his society?
Why should false painting imitate his cheek
And steal dead seeing of his living hue?
Why should poor beauty indirectly seek
Roses of shadow, since his rose is true?
Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt is,
Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins?
For she hath no exchequer now but his,
And, proud of many, lives upon his gains.
O, him she stores, to show what wealth she had
In days long since, before these last so bad.
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Sonnet 67
Tuesday Nov 29, 2011
Sonnet Sixty-six by William Shakespeare
Tuesday Nov 29, 2011
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Sonnet LXVI
by William Shakespeare
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honor shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
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Sonnet 66
Tuesday Nov 29, 2011
Compassion Nut
Tuesday Nov 29, 2011
Tuesday Nov 29, 2011
Compassion Nut
by Dane Allred
That person can’t hurt as much as I do,
Can they?
There’s no way they’ve gone through what I’ve gone through,
Could they?
There’s nothing I could do to help them heal,
Could I?
There is no way they could feel what I feel,
Could they?
It’s nutty to think I could help them out
Isn’t it?
But compassion is what it’s all about?
Isn’t it?
Then call me “Compassion Nut”.
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Compassion by Dane Allred
Tuesday Nov 29, 2011
Tuesday Nov 29, 2011
We have all met before.
We were in the Bright Space together before we were here.
Since you know everyone who has ever lived, or will live, or who lives now,
What excuse can we have not to have compassion for one another?
We are here to learn all we can about this experience,
And someday we will return and share our feelings, knowledge, and
This universe will know what it means to be rich or poor,
Oppressed or free,
Healthy or ill.
We will have experienced every kind of life there is to live.
But while we are here,
We only have enough love for those like us.
We don’t want to know about the others
Struggling against the evils of the world.
We don’t want to help those who need us
Because they are different than us.
We don’t want to know about the suffering
Going on all around us.
It might spoil our moment of happiness,
Or interrupt our regular routine.
The secret of those who are truly happy,
Is learning to enjoy a new routine involving someone else.
When we get outside ourselves,
And help those who need our help,
Direct those who need direction,
We will find new direction for ourselves,
And help for those problems we face.
Since we have always known each other,
There is no excuse for not reaching out,
For helping where we can,
Listening if that’s what is needed,
For doing those things for others
We wish they would do for us.
What is it that we are so afraid of?
Do we fear that connection we feel when we meet someone new,
Thinking there is something we recognize about that other person,
A familiarity we sense
A strange feeling we have met before.
A love we share
That we have shared before.
How can we not have compassion for
Someone we knew so long ago,
And have met again for the first time
In this life.
Reach out.
Find that friend again.
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Three Kinds of Buzzing Insects
Monday Nov 28, 2011
Monday Nov 28, 2011
THREE KINDS OF BUZZING INSECTS
I don’t know why I thought I would be a good beekeeper. But once I read the classified ad that offered a complete beekeeping setup for one hundred dollars, I was hooked.
I plunked down the money and got bee boxes, a bee suit, and a beekeeping helmet. Now all I needed was the bees. Believe it or not, you can order bees through the mail, and you pick them up at your local post office. It was a small box filled with bees, and a special holding area just for the queen. I picked it up at the post office and started my beekeeping adventures.
It really isn’t hard to do, since the bees do all the work and you can harvest the honey of their labors. However, gathering the honey is something that was beyond me. Every time I tried to get to some of the golden nectar, I was repeated stung.
As secure as you try to make the outfit, the little stingers find a way in, even if you have tried to quiet them down with a little smoke.
I guess smoke makes them worried about a fire close buy, so they hunker down and act a little less frantic. I wish I had video footage of me running from the backyard to the front slapping myself in the various places I was being stung.
I finally was able to harvest some honeycomb, but had no idea how to extract the honey. I kind of sucked some honey out of the waxy honeycomb, and even chewed on a little of the sweet wax. But that was the only production from my beekeeping efforts, and I was such a bad beekeeper that either all the bees died by the next year, or they got tired of stinging me and left for sweeter pastures.
Another stinging insect I encountered resided in the hills behind my home. I have admired the mountains behind Springville for several years, and they have a beautiful ruggedness that calls for someone to climb them.
I was only wearing jogging shoes, and I guess I was thinking there would be a beaten path all the way to the top. But surprisingly few people have ever climbed any but the most popular mountain trails around here, and I doubt fewer than a hundred have climbed where I went. The top of the mountain is called Mt. Buckley, but I went sideways up the mountain from the subdivision above us.
This route probably added miles to the hike, but it allowed me to go up the mountain through a wide pass I had been looking at for years from my backyard. From my house it looked like there was a five foot tree in the middle of the pass, but when I got to it I realized this tree was more than 30 feet tall and about 50 feet around. I have no idea how long it had to be growing there in that dry wash to reach that size.
As I climbed the ridgeline looking for places to climb higher which didn't require scaling cliffs, I passed by an amazing hillside. The dirt had sloughed off onto the mountain below and there was a wide and a long bar of dirt facing south. It must have been fifty to seventy-five feet tall, and over 200 feet long.
But the most amazing thing about it was that it was completely inhabited with thousands or perhaps millions of wasps. We have had wasp problems at my house for years, and I used to try to eliminate them. Now I just tolerate them unless they are building nests on the porch. There is no way we will ever be rid of wasps there, because buzzing in front of me was the mother lode. None of them bothered me, and I determined not to bother them by hiking up a little higher before I went farther north.
Along the way I encountered a beautiful meadow full of yellow flowers and one huge plant with hundreds of bumblebee-like insects buzzing around it. They were huge, and I was seriously tempted to touch them, just to see if they were real. I couldn't resist, and so I put my hand up to the plant and the bees climbed on my hand and flew around my body. They didn't seem threatened, since I doubt they had ever had many encounters with humans at all. We were two hours away from the nearest other human, and all they did was buzz around me and crawl on my hands. I don't know what I would have done if they had stung me and I had suffered from an allergic reaction.
I think I like wild flying insects better than the domesticated kind.
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Abundance Betterment Nov 20
Sunday Nov 27, 2011
Sunday Nov 27, 2011
This is the complete episode of "Abundance" called "Betterment" from November 20th.
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Saturday Nov 26, 2011
Rat Race by Dane Allred
Saturday Nov 26, 2011
Saturday Nov 26, 2011
Rat Race
by Dane Allred
Getting better’s overrated
Usually, it’s overstated
When I get better
So do you
And then I have some more to do.
This endless cycle of better and best
Puts even the best of us to the test.
When does this rat race ever stop?
Why won’t you quit? So I can drop
My act about my betterment
And just enjoy retirement?
I will quit if you will, too.
What’s that? You have more to do?
Let’s get back on this treadmill fast
And hope our feets and shoes will last.
Ready? Set? Go!
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