Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Now, that I pass the hornet's nest everyday, it seems a game to

reflect on the sayings on the wall, as the bees come to the nest. The sayings on the walls are treasures from our forefathers. Stuff they wanted us to remember, when we see the building that was erected in that place. Still, we pass it by and rarely mull on the preamble and the other documents that went into the preamble's construction. That is like the game that they played in "El Dorado"; throwing the ball into hoops created years and years before. We throw our minds into what was the real expectation of the original signers and attempt to fulfill that mission or at least progress closer to it. The game of matching the principle with the reasoning and the expectation and how to progress unto it. I really never thought our forefather's were that smart to include, "Leviathan" or some of the other writings into their thinking when agreeing to preamble together. I thought of it as banging shackles off of one's self, as it were. That building's weaving those other thought's with the preamble is really a beautiful tapestry of freedom in the imagination.

jayne c walker's

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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09