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Reflections and ruminations from a modern day Alice - Life is Wonderland  Welcome to the place were I chronicle my own falls down dark holes and adventures chasing white rabbits! Come on In, Take a Bite, You Never Know What You May Find... "Curiouser and curiouser." Alice in Wonderland ** Image ID #1701066 Unavailable **   |
| "Blogging Circle of Friends " DAY 2263: January 29, 2019 Prompt: "Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark." Rabindranath Tagore Let this quote inspire your blog entry today. There is something beautiful about this quote. I've noticed that birds are often associated with Faith. I wonder if it is because they spend so much time in the sky, flying closer to Heaven than most of us ever get too? Faith is tricky. It demands more of us when things are difficult. It is easy to have Faith when we are content and we can clearly see all the blessings in our life. It is when the darkness comes that Faith wants us to really put in the work. Faith calls us to believe there is light beyond the all the darkness and in that light, we will find Hope. Whether a person is religious or spiritual, Faith is something we must find for ourselves. It is not always bestowed upon us at birth. I have found my Faith through trial and prayer, through feeling that there was nothing left to hold me except one thing, and that thing must therefore be Faith. The symbolism of the bird stretching its wings in the dark, getting them ready to take flight into a Dawn it knows will come is a powerful representation of Faith for me. "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" DAY 1870-January 29, 2019 Prompt:What is a “loveless life” for you? Which kinds of love? Can anyone live loveless? Love takes so many forms that it would be hard for anyone to live a life without love. You could certainly live a life without romantic love but most everyone has a passion for something...even a recluse loves their solitary existence. I'm tempted to say that there is no such thing as a truly "loveless life". A person could wall themselves off from the world and there would still be something they hold dear, something that drives them to breathe and wake each day. I would argue that if we exists, we do so because we love something. |
| 30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT January 29th Allow me to share this quote regarding my local weather this week: ”Dangerous wind chills of -45 degrees F (-43 C) to -65 degrees F (-54 C) are expected for most of the period from Tuesday night through Thursday morning. This is a life-threatening situation...” etcetera, etcetera... stay inside... frostbite... etcetera. My question for you has two parts: What is the worst weather you’ve experienced? And what is your ideal weather? In Southeast New England, we have alternated between winters that heap on the snow or, like this one, subject us to brief and bitter cold snaps and not a lot of the white stuff. This past summer was the most humid on record and it was horrendous. We seem to deal in extremes in my neck of the woods. Still, I would take snow over heat and humidity most years. Ideally, I would like it be early Fall all year round. Warm enough for long sleeves in the day, sweatshirt and bonfire weather come night. The weather that typically comes in on the heels of late September and stays until just after Halloween. The leaves turn colorful, there is that magical chill in the night air and the days are defined by bright sunshine. It is still warm enough for dingy rides up the Mystic river or to pick apples in your shirt sleeves by day but chilly enough to light a fire in the autumn evenings to ward off the coming cold. Of course, this near perfect weather also happens to fall in hurricane season for us here. So there is that... The worst weather I've been in was during a hurricane in early October a few years back. It rained for days, so hard that the back yard turned into a lake. It was miserable with the dogs. Lots of trees came down, lots of people were out of power for days that stretched into weeks. It was the wind that was the worst, it whipped across the yard and churned the tops of the massive trees around like some kind of Hollywood special effect. It is rare that a hurricane doesn't lose most of its punch before it hits our section of the East Coast. We watch news coverage of the damage in the Carolina's and Outer Banks and feel badly for those people, all the while knowing their Cat 4 hurricane will be a weakened tropical storm by the time it hits our shores...most often than not. Sometimes though, one of those intrepid storms will just surge on up, or dip out to see to get some more mojo before circling back to give us a direct hit. It hasn't happened very often and New Englanders mark every few decades with a raging storm like Bob, Carol, Gloria and Sandy. |
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