And the glowing dawn gently roused the birds. Me too, I have to say. The orange sun slipped between the trees and cast faint shadows. On me too. The night had given a fine light rain to gleaming leaves dancing in a soft breeze. Nature and I stretched the sleep away.
Apr 25, 2022·edited Apr 25, 2022Liked by Frances Leader
Frances, you may be interested to know that when I tried to post links (several times) to your ‘challenge’ to Malone & Kirsch it seems as if Substack found a cute way to censor the link with ‘page not found’... the most recent example:
I talk to my plants, seedinglings especially, and plants do talk in their own language, but they don't lie the way humans do. Thank you for a stirring meditation.
When the mother bird fakes a broken wing, to distract the fox, she is lying for what to her is a greater good. I can accept her lie, to save her offspring when they are vulnerable. The kind of lies we are getting now, they are not to protect any offspring, but rather to protect wealth and high living, they are to keep the children in the expensive college, to keep the fancy home with closets full of fancy clothes, yachts and 1500 dollar telephones and summer homes. I see a difference. I would eat the rich, but they are toxic. If only they were organically grown.
I take great comfort in the fact that, somehow, I managed to overcome all the difficulties that I have encountered throughout my life, and the fact that, somehow, everything in my life occurred for a reason and just at the right time that ultimately guided me to this point in life... Aware, prepared, ready, brave and able to face whatever the future might bring.
Apr 24, 2022·edited Apr 24, 2022Liked by Frances Leader
Oh Frances this is so beautiful.
Thank you
It is not the lying of the great arrogant elitist beasts of man that bring me to despair.
Although that could bring anyone to their knees.
It is the lies of the ones so near who take and grab.
Who love and cannot say and quietly turn away.
Who cannot stand in truth because their inner selves are shattered. I understand, I do.
I woke at three, entertaining myself with the silly riff - is it early morning or is this the night of the day before?
There was no cold moonlight on the ground. The stars were bright. There was a bright light coming through the evergreens, the moon just rising.
I sobbed earlier in the day. The kind of sob that completely rearranges my cells. Looking up I found a deer staring at me in complete stillness. I spoke to it gently and it went back to grazing.
A gentle spirit so close and sweet.
Thank you again Frances for bolstering me with your humanity. ❤️
Love this, and the photo, too.
Frances, you may be interested to know that when I tried to post links (several times) to your ‘challenge’ to Malone & Kirsch it seems as if Substack found a cute way to censor the link with ‘page not found’... the most recent example:
https://plebeianresistance.substack.com/p/a-troll-through-history/comment/6225429
It took me there, first through your page...
I talk to my plants, seedinglings especially, and plants do talk in their own language, but they don't lie the way humans do. Thank you for a stirring meditation.
When the mother bird fakes a broken wing, to distract the fox, she is lying for what to her is a greater good. I can accept her lie, to save her offspring when they are vulnerable. The kind of lies we are getting now, they are not to protect any offspring, but rather to protect wealth and high living, they are to keep the children in the expensive college, to keep the fancy home with closets full of fancy clothes, yachts and 1500 dollar telephones and summer homes. I see a difference. I would eat the rich, but they are toxic. If only they were organically grown.
I have often said this last bit myself... ewww. ^_^
🐱💕💕💕💕💕💕🐱
“…my own skilled mendacity during my youth.” Ouch.
I take great comfort in the fact that, somehow, I managed to overcome all the difficulties that I have encountered throughout my life, and the fact that, somehow, everything in my life occurred for a reason and just at the right time that ultimately guided me to this point in life... Aware, prepared, ready, brave and able to face whatever the future might bring.
Oh Frances this is so beautiful.
Thank you
It is not the lying of the great arrogant elitist beasts of man that bring me to despair.
Although that could bring anyone to their knees.
It is the lies of the ones so near who take and grab.
Who love and cannot say and quietly turn away.
Who cannot stand in truth because their inner selves are shattered. I understand, I do.
I woke at three, entertaining myself with the silly riff - is it early morning or is this the night of the day before?
There was no cold moonlight on the ground. The stars were bright. There was a bright light coming through the evergreens, the moon just rising.
I sobbed earlier in the day. The kind of sob that completely rearranges my cells. Looking up I found a deer staring at me in complete stillness. I spoke to it gently and it went back to grazing.
A gentle spirit so close and sweet.
Thank you again Frances for bolstering me with your humanity. ❤️
Draw on the strength of their beauty, nature, they are there to help us. Give thanks to them as well.
beautiful post... love plants 🐱!
looks dodgy as.......