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every morning in africa, a gazelle wakes up.

it knows it must outrun the fastest lion, or it will be killed.

every morning in africa, a lion wakes up.

it knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle, or it will starve.

it doesn’t matter whether you’re a lion or a gazelle-when the sun comes up, you’d better be running…

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these are things i witnessed in the last two days, things i had never seen before. the baby bird incident happened friday. i was just getting ready to leave, go do a bat emergence count. i heard distressed squawking in the back, and thought alex likely had a bird. i looked and alex was standing over a mostly feathered baby, mouth gaping wide in fear. i could see alex was having fun tormenting it. i also knew the keep away game we play each day was going to make it challenging to rescue the bird. i got some treats and tried to call alex away from the bird. she knew what i was up to and started to grab it. i shaked the treat bag and distracted her for a second. tried to go for the bird. she grabbed it and ran into the house, to the bedroom. i ran in to find alex standing on the bed with the baby bird scrambling wildly across. what a scene that was…

it feels terribly important that i come up with something inspiring to say. and say it at just the precisely right moment. but it is foolish to think i have that sort of wisdom. i have patience. staying power. but wisdom is something else all together.

yoga was good tonight. glad i went. tomorrow i hope i can yoga and run. i am anxious to get to a point where i can run for 30 minutes. soon. i think it will happen soon.  here’s another quote i like:

to live content with small means;

to seek elegance rather than luxury;

and refinement rather than fashion;

to be worthy, not respectable;

and wealthy, not rich;

to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly;

to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart;

to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasion, hurry never;

in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden

and unconscious grow up through the common.

this is to be my symphony. w.h. channing

 

 

sorrow and joy sometimes share the same space. my ridgebacks, alex and baloo, hop around the room in glee with a sock, while anguished words come across the table on my laptop screen.

“I have learnt silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers” ~Kahlil Gibran

i found this quote on his facebook page. we could have compared favorite quotes and after that, talked snakes, wildlife, the church of the flying spaghetti monster; i could have confided that i think too much too. and maybe at some point i would have said the 20s are the hardest years of anyone’s life. scary and overwhelming, they are. but that’s normal, it gets better. just wait, you’ll see…

I wish I would have asked, offered, insisted…there have been so many times when life requires more courage of me than I’ve had…

is that none of this happened. and once a week or so you and i are posting witty things on each other’s fb page; liking each other’s photos; making each other laugh. remarking on the cuteness of our puppies. writing dancing queen lyrics on each other’s wall. and you give kid updates, and it’s all so normal. and frivolous, like we have all the time in the world…

521 for 23 wishes project

kindness ripples...

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