Planting truth in fallow fields….

Ffolkes,

Within the oyster’s shell uncouth
The purest pearl may hide,
Trust me you’ll find a heart of truth
Within that rough inside.

 ~~ Mrs. Osgood ~~

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Pluto as seen from the Dawn Horizons Spacecraft Mission Flyby

Image from the UK Guardian 9/17/2015


Good morning, ffolkes. I’m tired, even after having slept a solid 8 hours for the first time in ages. I am also way, way off center, due to a concatenation of circumstances, many of which were not in my control, though in my possible sphere of prediction (had I been, naturally, more centered to begin). As a result, I find myself in the position of needing to make some alterations in lifestyle and routine in order to return to, and stay at my center of being, such as it is….

All that said, (with some difficulty I might add…. LeeLoo’s newest trick is to lick my hand, then drape herself comfortably across my wrist, leaving my fingers free to type, literally, as I am typing this while she lays there, purring contentedly, as if she had nothing more important or valuable to do but lie on my hands watching me type….. SIGH….) I am going to make a few changes here on ECR, as well. For some days after today, you may see some re-blogs, complete Pearls, from the archives…. Those will be the days I am avoiding any outside contact, as I intend to hunker down again, drawing myself into myself, until I find my center, and nail it to my forehead…. Other days, you’ll see nothing at all; those days I’m hiding, probably from myself, as well as the world…

So, these posts may not be as fresh as usual for a while…. Who knows? Maybe it won’t take long, and I’ll be back on track by tomorrow….. More likely, based on experience, we’re looking at a few weeks, while I go through my internal contortions, those necessary to realign my self to the universe, as I understand it…. At least this time I won’t be carrying around a beach ball on my belly…. It’s all gone ffolkes…. I weighed 179.8 lbs today, for the third day running. That is a weight I haven’t seen in over 25 years, and I’m not stopping there; I’ll quit worrying about it at all when I get back to 160 lbs., which is my natural weight for this age and height…. I’ll be buff again!….

Or, a reasonable facsimile of buff; much healthier, anyway…. For now, let’s get today’s Pearl done, since the cat seems to have fallen asleep on my wrist…. Take it away, Luigi!….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Humanity has the stars in its future, and that future is too important to be lost under the burden of juvenile folly and ignorant superstition.” — Isaac Asimov

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    Not only am I far from center, I can’t even figure out what direction to start searching for it. So, here’s the deal…. I’ll put together one old-school pearl, with as many good aphorisms as SB will give me, and be done with this for a while…. Obviously, (to me), I need a break, to recharge my batteries, or some such odd analogy…. which just goes to show how much I need this…. Here’s what I could find, ffolkes…. The first one probably gives away where I am heading; the rest are for show, though not insignificant in their own right/light…..

“Nothing is more useful than silence.” — Menander

“Experience is the only prophecy of wise men.” — Alphonse de Lamartine

“Life without music would be an intolerable insult.” — Edward Abbey

“After I’m dead I’d rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one.” — Cato the Elder

“This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.” — H.H. the Dalai Lama

“A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.  With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) Essays: First Series (1841) “Self-Reliance”

“If you can see a thing whole… it seems that it’s always beautiful. Planets, lives…But close up, a world’s all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life’s a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern. You need distance, interval. The way to see how beautiful the earth is, is to see it as the moon. The way to see how beautiful a life is, is to see it from the vantage point of death.” — Ursula K. Le Guin, Dispossessed

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I’m done. Literally, and, figuratively. I may, or may not, post tomorrow; don’t be at all surprised if I don’t post for several days…. I need…. a lot. I want more…. Both are not good, and, thus, must be dealt with…. Not to worry, I’m tough, and I’ll be fine. I just need to NOT for a time. I’ll be back when I AM….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
   and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


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3 thoughts on “Planting truth in fallow fields….

  1. Insightful, gigoid the dubious.
    I leave you with a thought on sentimentality:
    a slight emotion exaggerated by muddled thinking.
    ‘Do noble deeds, and regret them all day long’.

    I often refer to those times as disappearing down the rabbit hole, where there is protection available to you – silence.
    Rest well.

  2. Reblogged this on gigoid and commented:

    Ffolkes,

    Hajime…. Well, I’m back from my hiatus, but, due to having not slept more than four hours in as many days, I’m a bit fatigued… and, yes, that’s hyperbolic understatement. I’ll work on a Pearl for tomorrow, (hopefully), but, having not worked at this at all for all the time gone, it may take a bit longer…. For now, here is another old Pearl, from a time when I was also in a funk…. For those who stopped by, thanks for checking in; for those who didn’t, I hope you were okay…. It might take a while to get by to other sites, or comment, but, I’ll work at it ’til done…
    Meanwhile, enjoy this little bit of past insight, & I’ll see y’all here soon….

    gigoid

  3. Within the oyster’s shell uncouth
    The purest pearl may hide,
    Trust me you’ll find a heart of truth
    Within that rough inside.

    ~~ Mrs. Osgood ~~

    Scars Make HeARTS
    Strong or Weak
    Always up to
    Love to
    Reach out of the Rough..:)

    “Humanity has the stars in its future,
    and that future is too important to be lost
    under the burden of juvenile folly and ignorant superstition.”

    — Isaac Asimov

    THeRE IS A Star Within A Farthest
    Star ‘These Days’ A Silence
    A HeART SPeaKS Love Complete

    “Nothing is more useful than silence.”

    — Menander

    As Noted Above..:)

    “Experience is the only prophecy of wise men.”

    — Alphonse de Lamartine

    WiTHiN i FeeL AnD SeNSE
    Complete i KNoW NoTHiNG

    “Life without music would be an intolerable insult.”

    — Edward Abbey

    Vocal Chords With Song
    Beats With Heart Vibrations
    Frequencies WithiN RiSinG NoW
    True Listen
    to A
    Dance
    And Song
    WiThiN ViBRaNT Silence..:)

    “After I’m dead I’d rather have people ask
    why I have no monument than why I have one.”

    — Cato the Elder

    SMiLes i’LL Do mY SiGNaTuRE PoSE ALiVE WeLL NoW

    “This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for
    complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple;
    the philosophy is kindness.”

    — H.H. the Dalai Lama

    Leave All Clothes of CuLTuRE At A PRiSoN
    Door of Heaven NoW Dance And Sing WiTHiN

    “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds,
    adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.
    With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do.”

    Trust No Unabridged Books Covers or Pages Outside

    — Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) Essays: First Series (1841) “Self-Reliance”

    “If you can see a thing whole… it seems that it’s always beautiful. Planets, lives…
    But close up, a world’s all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life’s a hard job, you get
    tired, you lose the pattern. You need distance, interval. The way to see how beautiful
    the earth is, is to see it as the moon. The way to see how beautiful a life is, is to see
    it from the vantage point of death.”

    — Ursula K. Le Guin, Dispossessed

    Never Had A Problem
    Seeing EartH From Moon
    DaRKSiDE oF HeaVeNLY LiGHT..:)

    SMiLes gigoid Happy Days to You in California..:)

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