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I find myself backed up with five days of new pictures which means Spring has sort of arrived and I have been going places. There will be a few days of photos only as I need to catch up in order to satisfy my need to stay current. I say Spring has sort of arrived because today is wet, fourty three degrees and for some unknown reason snowing. Nothing will stick with the warm tenperatures so it is simply an anomaly due to perhaps global warming or the end times - take your pick. I am going for plain lousy weather which will not stop the opening of Acadia National Park on Tuesday. I hope to be there and greet old friends which are carriage roads. trails, trees and the views that have been waiting all Winter for me to discover them again.
At dusk last week I saw a magnificent sky which was a moment not to be missed under any circumstances. I took a half dozen photos and stayed until the sky was almost dark. Getting such a view is pure gift and as such is not to be squandered without giving it its due - letting the beauty of the moment penetrate into my heart where it resides in a different kind of memory - the remembrance of the experience in that moment. God has many Gifts to give to those who have opened the eyes of the heart and soul.
Both images were taken outside our door.
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A last formation of ice in its dying beauty,
Presents itself for memory to last until
Winter returns at a distant date -
Gift upon Gift, leaving and always returning.
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Lee took me to the L.C. Bates Museum of Natural History somewhere in Mid-Maine and I can only say it was a weird place. It seems Mr. Bates was an avid collector of everything he could get his hands on and in a large building set up displays of all he gathered. What was strange was the disorder of everything in an old building that had no heat no matter the temperature outside or inside. After a half hour of roaming a few light switches were turned on which may have provided a small amount of heat along with being able to see in some of the cases. In my opinion the building will fall down long before the stuffed animals deteriorate. Actually the Museum was fun, a visit to a distant past when the world was still full of wonders and exciting. I thank Mr. Bates for his efforts and the reminder that not everything regarding knowledge is on the internet.
One of the many birds on exhibit. I also saw a passenger pigeon,
extinct for at least a hundred years.
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The weekend also brought the Flower Show locally here in Bangor which was a collection of the usual people displaying their wares along with very few items in the way of actual flowers. For me just another trade show. I did find a few things that interested me and the pictures that follow are a sample.
- Demons and Demonade/aid -
Stop
and listen to the ever present, endless voices;
Spinning
tales and lies with blazing speed -
Ranting
in the head while hoping for instant attention.
These
are the demons sent with instructions from hell’s own master,
“Attack
all serenity and peace in everyone you meet!”
The
direct orders to the armies we face in awakened moments.
What
is not known by many, is clear to any who can see;
Each
fiendish creature can hold and speak only one word -
“They
are out to get you!” cry six, an example of fine teamwork.
“You
are not good enough for this!” say seven synchronized voices.
“We
love to screw minds up!” six more say to the rest -
“Get
angry! God damn them all!” a small hoard screams at us.
I
used to throw them out the windows, step on their ugly little heads -
Remove
two or three from their sentence and enjoy the gibberish.
This
only took my energy, increasing the volume of these imps.
My
Love spoke to me in meditation this morning,
“All
is Gift.” I heard Her say, “Bring one to me.”
Selecting
carefully I picked up the demon shouting “God!”
It
was a cute, small wire-haired creature;
So
cuddly that I was moved to pick up another -
I
chose the one screaming “love” in an endless stream.
My
captives now recited a new sentence now,
And
I had learned a better lesson -
Joining
the fray, under my terms, not theirs.
I
went to the House of The Lord and gave “God” back to My Lover.
The
one who now softly says, “love… “ I will keep.
Somewhere
its mate is waiting for its Truth to be rescued.
Put
honey on a lemon,
Then
taste the change.
Bill Lagerstrom, 2013
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A little humor:
Peace until the next post,
Bill Lagerstrom
