Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Dark Times...And Yet
Darkest time of the year...and yet, there is still beauty. There is still joy. There is still something wonderful coming.
And if we have lost this sense of awe and purpose, then we shall have to go out and find it again.
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Sunday, November 07, 2010
Friday, October 23, 2009
Hope for the Future
When you look carefully at the darkness you begin to see the most astonishing things.
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photo by Joe_M500
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Moon Over the North Pole
Sunset at the North Pole photo by Lucan Grant, taken from the USS Winston Churchill.
The moon looks like you could slingshot something over it from here. So much beauty in the world, as long as we don't watch what humans do to each other. Maybe we can improve on that in 2008.
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Friday, November 30, 2007
A Beautiful Day
crossposted at firedoglake 6 october 2007
The struggle to find beauty in a broken world, the search for hope and love, and the traveling musician scenes in this video all appeal to me.
This song goes on first thing in the morning to get the blood stirring, to lift my spirits for the new day.
"I know I'm not a hopeless case...." See, right there is reason enough to wake up to this every morning. Just need a little reminder from time to time.
A toast to you all: brave and beautiful, hopeful and loving, traveling and grounded, wonderful firepups.
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The struggle to find beauty in a broken world, the search for hope and love, and the traveling musician scenes in this video all appeal to me.
This song goes on first thing in the morning to get the blood stirring, to lift my spirits for the new day.
"I know I'm not a hopeless case...." See, right there is reason enough to wake up to this every morning. Just need a little reminder from time to time.
A toast to you all: brave and beautiful, hopeful and loving, traveling and grounded, wonderful firepups.
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007
The Beauty and Fragility of Life
It was at this very hour six years ago the terror began. The world stopped. What happened? What had we lost?
Out of that confusion and grief there has evolved an ever-growing group of patriotic Americans, roused from their sleep to take action to rebuild our nation and its place in the world.
We took stock, gradually learned not only more about what had happened that day, but about the stranglehold on our nation’s fragile democracy.
Do we act as responsible citizens in the world? Does our vote count? Do we permit torture? Do we still believe in the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and the Geneva Conventions?
After a moment of silence to honor our collective loss six years ago, I am prepared to get to work to help the living. We’ve got a lot to do, let’s get going.
I would say that compared with six years ago, I am much more conscious of the beauty and fragility of life. Perhaps I should say, conscious once again, because as a child this awareness was with me every day.
Being at fdl has changed me in ways known and unknown. What a great gift to find all of you. All the things I’m working on continue, but in the company of this immense number of friends and colleagues. We are connected by our desire to reclaim our nation from the abyss and make the future habitable by the next generation. A toast to the fdl community.
——egregious, 11 September 2007
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Out of that confusion and grief there has evolved an ever-growing group of patriotic Americans, roused from their sleep to take action to rebuild our nation and its place in the world.
We took stock, gradually learned not only more about what had happened that day, but about the stranglehold on our nation’s fragile democracy.
Do we act as responsible citizens in the world? Does our vote count? Do we permit torture? Do we still believe in the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and the Geneva Conventions?
After a moment of silence to honor our collective loss six years ago, I am prepared to get to work to help the living. We’ve got a lot to do, let’s get going.
I would say that compared with six years ago, I am much more conscious of the beauty and fragility of life. Perhaps I should say, conscious once again, because as a child this awareness was with me every day.
Being at fdl has changed me in ways known and unknown. What a great gift to find all of you. All the things I’m working on continue, but in the company of this immense number of friends and colleagues. We are connected by our desire to reclaim our nation from the abyss and make the future habitable by the next generation. A toast to the fdl community.
——egregious, 11 September 2007
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Thursday, August 16, 2007
Maureen O'Hara and me
Sat next to Maureen O'Hara on a flight yesterday. She is phenomenally beautiful and graceful.
Hope I can develop a small measure of this grace, beauty, and kindness in my 80's. My mom's mom had this, so there is hope and inspiration for me :)
On the flight I watched The Holiday and was intrigued by the character Miles. The hidden treasure.
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Hope I can develop a small measure of this grace, beauty, and kindness in my 80's. My mom's mom had this, so there is hope and inspiration for me :)
On the flight I watched The Holiday and was intrigued by the character Miles. The hidden treasure.
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Saturday, March 03, 2007
"Are you from...THAT BLOG?"
At court yesterday SEVERAL people came up to me and whispered—
“You’re from... [looking around]... THAT BLOG right? I just wanted to let you know that I and lots of other people read you very carefully and thank you for what you are doing. I’m in profession X.”
It got to be where I could tell on approach whether they were coming over to compliment my Louboutins or firedoglake. I think my favorite compliment, from a female reporter at a Well Known Newspaper, was "Killer shoes!"
It's been an interesting experience to be in the courtroom and in the media room. Other journalists [notice how I promote myself, a humble citizen journalist, into their number] are seeing that we are not the rabid lambs of the left. We are real, human, interesting, funny. It makes it harder for them to dismiss us when they are laughing at our remarks.
Being a journalist, even a humble citizen journalist, means trying to be aware of our audience and what they need from us. There is a great hunger for the truth, a desperation. Not everyone who works for mainstream media is blind to what is going on. In fact I think you would be surprised at some who express sympathy for what we are doing.
Several members of the public are in the courthouse, following the trial. No one has bothered to interview them, to get the story of why they are there. Just brief conversations show that they care deeply about what is going on with our government, and want to be there to observe. It's a problem that reporters tend to either stay in the media room or go sit quietly in court. Why not interview all these concerned citizens and get their stories?
We are here on behalf of those we represent, including the readers that we know and love, and those who furtively approach us in the hall.
Yes, lots of people are reading us. But they are afraid. Hmm wonder why. Maybe they see the same monster we do. It's ugly.
We have truth and beauty. Our weapons.
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“You’re from... [looking around]... THAT BLOG right? I just wanted to let you know that I and lots of other people read you very carefully and thank you for what you are doing. I’m in profession X.”
It got to be where I could tell on approach whether they were coming over to compliment my Louboutins or firedoglake. I think my favorite compliment, from a female reporter at a Well Known Newspaper, was "Killer shoes!"
It's been an interesting experience to be in the courtroom and in the media room. Other journalists [notice how I promote myself, a humble citizen journalist, into their number] are seeing that we are not the rabid lambs of the left. We are real, human, interesting, funny. It makes it harder for them to dismiss us when they are laughing at our remarks.
Being a journalist, even a humble citizen journalist, means trying to be aware of our audience and what they need from us. There is a great hunger for the truth, a desperation. Not everyone who works for mainstream media is blind to what is going on. In fact I think you would be surprised at some who express sympathy for what we are doing.
Several members of the public are in the courthouse, following the trial. No one has bothered to interview them, to get the story of why they are there. Just brief conversations show that they care deeply about what is going on with our government, and want to be there to observe. It's a problem that reporters tend to either stay in the media room or go sit quietly in court. Why not interview all these concerned citizens and get their stories?
We are here on behalf of those we represent, including the readers that we know and love, and those who furtively approach us in the hall.
Yes, lots of people are reading us. But they are afraid. Hmm wonder why. Maybe they see the same monster we do. It's ugly.
We have truth and beauty. Our weapons.
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