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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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ON SONGWRITING There's no sense of abundance but I blacken a lot of pages. It is my work and I try to do it every day. Most of the time one is discouraged by the work, but now and again by some grace, something stands out and invites you to work on it, to elaborate it or animate it in some way. It's a mysterious process... The activity depends not just on perseverance and perspiration, but also a certain kind of grace and illumination. GQ, January 19, 2012
Yellowstone.
Happy Birthday, Yellowstone
“However orderly your excursions or aimless, again and again amid the calmest, stillest scenery you will be brought to a standstill hushed and awe-stricken before phenomena wholly new to you. Boiling springs and huge deep pools of purest green and azure water, thousands of them, are plashing and heaving in these high, cool mountains as if a fierce furnace fire were burning beneath each one of them; and a hundred geysers, white torrents of boiling water and steam, like inverted waterfalls, are ever and anon rushing up out of the hot, black underworld.” ~John Muir.
Yellowstone was established as a national park on March 1, 1872. This quote came from The Atlantic magazine, April 1898 issue.
https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/1898/04/the-yellowstone-national-park/376185/?utm_source=nl-atlantic-daily-030117
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Let this move you today.
Just hangin' wit my gnomies... and the new painting I bought myself for Galentine's Day!
Hands full of magic.
Trump owns or manages seventeen courses, including two in Scotland, one in Ireland, and one in the Bronx, and most of them are highly regarded.
This picture is awesome. Yeah, Melania is really into him.
The father and daughter made their way north, through unknown sylvan paradises where only the owls and skunks know their way around. The hard work of paddling non-stop for many hours had long since stopped being difficult for Saweyimew. In spite of her beauty and grace, her back had grown strong and sinewy from years of canoe trips. She reveled in the exhilaration it always brought her, after the first few hours left her body insensible to pain or discomfort. Warm and tingly, lulled into peaceful contemplation by hours of the rhythmic paddling, the smell of the water, exotic blooms, animal musk. It all combined as one to make her feel so alive. Especially when it rained, and her body steamed against the cool drops, feeling invincible against the elements. The mountain of her father's back was like a rock against anything nature could throw against them. The stream of fragrant pipe-smoke still flowing from his lips, regardless of any obstacle. She felt at that moment, nothing would ever stop her father's pipe from smoking. Nothing, not death, not any force of the living or spirit world, would ever still her father's heart. Rain cleansing her to the core, she was a spring of raw power and self-reliance, paddling against all adversity--their master completely. Her father's daughter. At times like that, when it rained, she entirely understood and shared her father's outlook on life.
~Alexei Maxim Russell, Forgotten Lore: Volume II
“Listening to your heart will lead you home. Your path might be fraught with switchbacks and oxbows, but home really IS where the heart is.” ~BB Adams
Frances Perkins speaking with First Lady Jackie Kennedy at a meeting of the Women's National Democratic Club in April, 1963. Frances Perkins was the first female cabinet member in American history. She worked under Franklin Roosevelt and crafted the legislation that we know as the New Deal. Many people call her the "Mother of Social Security." In the town where I'm living in Maine there is a nonprofit and a museum dedicated to her work.
It was once a hay field, long ago now.