Looking together in the same direction.
Sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they don't drift apart.
Monday, July 30, 2018
Sunday, July 29, 2018
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Monday, July 23, 2018
Sunday, July 22, 2018
Saturday, July 21, 2018
Friday, July 20, 2018
Thursday, July 19, 2018
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
Oh my gosh....I am in awe.
I just read an article about an 84 year old female pole-vaulter who is setting records. Watch the short video included. She is amazing. She does hurdles, too.
https://www.runnersworld.com/runners-stories/a22160755/pole-vaulting-grandma/
Monday, July 16, 2018
Sunday, July 15, 2018
Donate Life....Be an organ donor.
This morning I ran/walked the Donor Dash 5K with "Team Seeing I's". There were more than 6000 people there.....so many people touched by organ donation in one way or another. Also, there were too many walkers to actually run this one, but that's okay. It is a great cause.
Here are a couple of pictures.
“Organ Donation: Life Goes On.”
“If You Don’T Make It To The Finish Line, Donate Your Organs.”
“Recycle Organs, Not Just Coke Cans.”
“When At Last You Dies Donate Your Eyes.”
“Let Someone See Through Your Eyes What You Have Seen.”
“You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.” » Kahlil Gibran
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Friday, July 13, 2018
Thursday, July 12, 2018
Boston, the Documentary
I finally got this DVD from the library and have watched it twice now in the week I get to keep it. It is so inspirational. I highly recommend it whether or not you run. (I won a poster of this picture and I need to frame and hang it in my basement). I also plan on ordering my own copy of the DVD from Amazon. (Note, there was no mention of the 2013 bombers or their names, may they be forgotten forever).
Trail running: where every stick is a snake until proven otherwise.
Here is rattlesnake #2 of the season. This one was placidly sunning and ignored us, although my dog was fascinated and wanted a closer look.
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
"American Idiot" by Green Day is again climbing the charts in Britain.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ee_uujKuJMI
Tuesday, July 10, 2018
Monday, July 9, 2018
(Note, I am really trying to motivate myself to get out the door and run. I am supposed to be marathon training, but it is so very hot!!! Yesterday I set out to do a long run. I accomplished 1 mile, and went to yoga instead. At least I made myself do something. Personal growth there. It was 95 degrees outside when I went in to the yoga studio where I plopped down my yoga mat by the vent in the floor....I was really surprised to feel heat, lots of heat, rising from that floor vent instead of the expected a/c. I sweated buckets.)
Today's run was interesting. I did do it this time. The last half, after I dropped the dog back home, I made into a game.....a scavenger hunt searching out patches of shade or breeze. There wasn't much. I didn't win that game.
Sunday, July 8, 2018
Saturday, July 7, 2018
Thursday, July 5, 2018
Wednesday, July 4, 2018
Let America be America Again---poem by Langston Hughes
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."
The free?
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.
O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."
The free?
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.
O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!
To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely-----Edmund Burke
Independence is happiness......Susan B Anthony
He who loves, flies, runs and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back..........Henri Matisse
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
And now "You can't rollerskate in a buffalo herd" is stuck in my brain, too!
Monday, July 2, 2018
Stepping outside my comfort zone
Saturday AM I attended a free pop-up tabata cross-training class. It was hard, fun, and I didn't suck.
Sunday, July 1, 2018
Here is a link to an important video about climate change. We've dropped off the precipice. Please watch. There is no turning back now.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwi1hq7Z2mU
How sad is this....a children's book titled: "When a Bully is President."
http://www.reflectionpress.com/our-books/when-a-bully-is-president/
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