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Abundance Nature July 24

This is the complete episode of Abundance called Nature from July 24.

Sonnet Five by William Shakespeare

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Sonnet V

by William Shakespeare

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame

The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,

Will play the tyrants to the very same

And that unfair which fairly doth excel:

For never-resting time leads summer on

To hideous winter and confounds him there;

Sap cheque'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,

Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where:

Then, were not summer's distillation left,

A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,

Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,

Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:

But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet,

Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

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Sonnet Four by William Shakespeare

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Sonnet IV

by William Shakespeare

 

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend

Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?

Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,

And being frank she lends to those are free.

Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse

The bounteous largess given thee to give?

Profitless usurer, why dost thou use

So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?

For having traffic with thyself alone,

Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.

Then how, when nature calls thee to be gone,

What acceptable audit canst thou leave?

Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee,

Which, used, lives th' executor to be.

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Sonnet Three by William Shakespeare

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Sonnet III

by William Shakespeare

 

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest

Now is the time that face should form another;

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,

Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.

For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb

Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

Or who is he so fond will be the tomb

Of his self-love, to stop posterity?

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee

Calls back the lovely April of her prime:

So thou through windows of thine age shall see

Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.

But if thou live, remember'd not to be,

Die single, and thine image dies with thee.

 

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Sonnet Two by William Shakespeare

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Sonnet II

by William Shakespeare

 

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,

Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,

Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:

Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,

To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,

Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,

If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine

Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'

Proving his beauty by succession thine!

This were to be new made when thou art old,

And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

 

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Sonnet One by William Shakespeare

 

 

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Sonnet I

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From fairest creatures we desire increase,

That thereby beauty's rose might never die,

But as the riper should by time decease,

His tender heir might bear his memory:

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,

Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,

Making a famine where abundance lies,

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament

And only herald to the gaudy spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy content

And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.

Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

 

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Nature

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Bright Space

Nature

by Dane Allred

Surrounded by the natural world

It is easy to feel how connected we all are.

Something about the gentle breeze in the tree

Which selects one single leaf to move

Makes me think the tree is waving to me.

A greeting to acknowledge my presence.

A reminder we are all part of an incredible world.

When that light from the Bright Space

Shines through to me from nature

It reminds me I need to remember

We were all together once in the Bright Space

And the light of every person reflects back

That peaceful calm we all felt there.

There are some in turmoil.

Often there are people in trouble.

Too often, someone is being hurt at the hands of another.

But we were all together in that Bright Space.

If you look closely, you’ll see that spark we all share.

When we combine our talents,

Our energies,

Our focus,

We can accomplish anything we want to do.

When negativity clouds our purpose,

When we forget the closeness we can share,

We neglect our purpose here.

We came here to learn all we could.

We are here to do something only we can do.

You can do that thing you are sent here to do.

Only you can do it.

I am here to help.

Others are here to help.

But only you can accomplish your purpose.

When we consider all those around us

All that surrounds us

In the natural world speaks to us

Encourages us

Supports us.

Nature serves as a reminder of that Bright Space

A day separated by the night,

The sun’s rays to spur our growth.

The promise of a seed

With the potential to become something more.

We are the seed planted here

At this time

At this place

To grow to our own potential

To accomplish all we are meant to do

And when we return to that Bright Space

We will be able to share all we have learned,

Knowing all there is to know.

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Gasoline Energy

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GASOLINE ENERGY

When you are a teenager you really feel like you are immortal, and nothing can hurt you. Many teenagers lose their lives driving recklessly and never think about the other accidents they may be causing by their certainty about their immortality. I was the same, and was much too lazy to go to the gas station for gasoline for the lawn mower. I had been mowing lawns for several years by this time, sometimes for my grandmother or her neighbor, but mostly my own lawns. Mowing still gives me enormous satisfaction of accomplishment for some reason.

I had recently learned the art of gas siphoning, although I have never used it to steal gasoline. Usually it was to get gas from one vehicle to another or to fuel something like the lawn mower. I needed to mow the lawn and there was no gas in the mower. There was gas in my car, and a section of garden hose handy.

I became very good at siphoning gas, often being asked by my friends to do the honors since they didn't like the taste of gas in their mouths. I don't blame them, and use this story as a cautionary tale; you don't want gas in your mouth.

Someone has said, "Be an example; or be a very serious warning." Take this as a warning. You don't want gas in your digestive tract. At least not the refined petroleum product called gasoline.

When you siphon gasoline there is a critical moment when the gasoline is traveling through the tube where you want to stop sucking on the end of the hose and put it in the receptacle which is receiving the gas. As it travels up the hose and then down the curve, it creates a vacuum which sucks the rest of the gasoline along with it, and once it gets started downhill, there is no stopping it.

You can usually feel the air beginning to push toward your mouth, and that's the time to detach your mouth. Sucking on a piece of garden hose may not seem like an art, but if you suck gently then all will be well. If you suck too hard, the gas will rush right into your mouth, which is what happened to me on this day.

My mouth was filled with gasoline, which tastes pretty much like it smells. It has an oily taste, but a liquidy consistency, so when my mouth recognized that a liquid was in my mouth, it swallowed. I don't think it was more than a teaspoon because I think more would have killed me.

But since I had the gasoline in the mower, and the lawn still needed mowing, I took a few drinks of pop to wash out the taste and didn't think about it anymore.

Until I had mowed for a few minutes. The taste came back up into my mouth in the form of a gasoline belch, which burns your throat on the way up, fills your mouth with the disgusting taste again, and then fills the air and your nostrils with the distinct odor of a service station.

It was kind of humorous the first few times. Then it became irritating, then discomforting. But I had survived worse than this, so when the mowing was finished, I put the lawn mower away.

I think I went in the house to lie down for a while. When I woke up later I felt somewhat better, but now my stomach was rumbling like a volcano ready to explode, and the cramps it was giving me were doubling me over every few minutes.

After a while it seemed to pass and I went on with my day, trying to forget the gasoline coursing through my system. I'm sure it was cleaning me out, but I don't think any of the additives were meant to clean out people.

Sorry you have to hear this next part, but remember, this is an instructional tale. As the gasoline had cleaned out my intestines it produced a rare end (!) result which I will call flaming elimination. If you have ever had a bowel movement which was painful you may approach the searing pain you will feel as gasoline propelled waste is ejected from your body. It not only burns coming out, it burns after in a rare way usually reserved for those in severe need of hemorrhoid medications. But much, much worse.

I'm glad there wasn't an open flame close by. A flame would have only complicated this unique pain. I have never felt so completely trashed as when I swallowed a bit of gasoline and had the rare treat to endure what refined oil does to the human body.

At least I know now what it feels like to be supercharged.

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Bright Space

by Dane Allred

Challenges

When we face the challenges of living in this complicated world

There are times we get discouraged

Facing the choices of each day

Thinking we are alone can make the smallest of decisions

Overwhelming

When we wonder what to do

When we try to decide between

This and that

We need to remember that we were all once together

In that Bright Space

Where we knew all there was to know

In perfect harmony

But then we realized

We could know more

Be more

If we came here to experience

This life of ours.

We are learning how to deal with our challenges

One day at a time.

But there are kindred souls on this journey with us

All those who were with us in the Bright Space

Here to help us remember

Why we are here

What we are here to learn

So when we return to the Bright Space

To share all we have experienced

Our challenges are our special challenges

Meant just for us

Just the kind of challenge we were sent here to face

In a way that only we could.

But we don’t have to face it alone.

Look around.

There are people everywhere who are ready to help

Those people who were with us in the Bright Space.

Who are ready to help us learn all that we can learn.

It happens when that person we just met

Seems to be someone we have known forever

It happens when that certain thing happens

Which couldn’t happen

When that intersection of my world and your world

Collide.

Pay attention so you don’t miss that one person

That one situation meant to help you along the way.

Then you will be able to accomplish those things your were meant to do

Those things you are here to do

Let’s watch for each other

And when we recognize that light we once shared

We can help each other

Accomplish all that we need to do.

What will we accomplish together?

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Wandering in Diapers

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WANDERING IN DIAPERS

The earliest example I know of some accidental encounters is when I was very young, and after dumping cereal all over the kitchen floor, apparently I liked to wander out the door. Then I would wander in the fields next to our home. I'm not sure how my parents found me in the tall weeds, but I guess I always made it back.

One of my earliest adventure occurred after Tommy Green and I had stolen some eggs from my Grandpa Allred's chicken coop. They were in the coat pockets of my brand new winter coat. We decided to go to the teeter totter next, and then Tommy Green helped me understand how truly flexible I really am.

He jumped off the teeter totter while I was at the top on the other side. I crashed to the ground in a heap, landing butt first. I rolled over on my side in pain, but there was no permanent damage. At least to me.

The eggs in my pockets became a gooey mess and I did my best to squeeze out all of the runny eggs and shells. I was only four years old, and didn't do a very good job. The coat smelled like eggs for the rest of the winter, and every so often I would reach in my pocket and find another piece of egg shell.

I was too petrified to tell my mother I had been stealing eggs. I was way too petrified to tell her I had ruined my brand new coat.

So I endured the inconvenience for the winter.

When I heard my grandfather was dying, I took two eggs and blew out the insides. My daughters were young, and I had them write a nice message on the eggs.

When I visited him later in the hospital, I related the tale for the first time to anyone - to my grandfather. He just laughed and looked at the hollow eggs. It was the last time I saw him alive, and it is still a sweet memory to me.

I remember asking him at the hospital if he needed anything. He asked me if I would loan him five dollars. I told him I was short on cash and we both laughed.

While still in diapers I ate half a beetle once. At least my mother said she found a half-beetle in my hand. And speaking of insects, we used to have a deep freeze in the garage where the ice cream was stored. I used to get a glass and a spoon and scoop the ice cream in the garage. Then it was back into the house for some milk and mix up the two for an instant milkshake.

I was probably nine or ten. I sat in the front room watching TV in the darkness, and then felt it. It seemed like there was a piece of cardboard in my mouth, maybe from the ice cream container? I reached into my mouth and pulled it out. It wriggled. In my fingers, and moments before in my mouth, was an earwig. As I realized what it was, I threw it across the room, and then, immediately went over where I had thrown it, just to make sure what I had seen. I didn't find it, but I know what I had seen, and felt in my mouth.

I didn't have milkshakes for a while.

I have had food poisoning a few times, and it usually ends up from eating some potluck. I think the training for this kind of food abuse came from when I used to help my Dad cut pine poles in the mountains. Mom would send us with baloney sandwiches which would sit in the cab of the truck all morning heating up in the sun.

By the time we usually got around to eating them the bologna was warm and the mayonnaise was hot. I know that the bacteria count was in the millions, because I usually was sick the next day. At least I got to know what food poisoning feels like.

For those who haven't experienced this rare treat, wait until you hear a statistic. Studies have shown that most of us get food poisoning at least once a year, and we think it is the 24-hour flu. All I know is that the last time I had food poisoning, I was so sick I threw up seven or eight times before I was through. It all took place during one day, and after a couple of days I was feeling fine. It's the kind of cleaning out most of us never want to experience again - until our next pot luck.

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