Friday, March 24, 2017

Tree Box

Tree Box

When the ways of the world
become too much
I retreat to my Tree Box,
pull the covers up
and wait for the chaos to subside.
Above me a tree is spreading,
its limbs reaching far, providing comfort.

This, the Mother Tree,
is my nesting place,
nurturing my soul,
touching the world with its beauty,
creating homes for God's creatures.

In my Tree Box I can sit with my journal and pen
feeling the safety within,

And when I am ready,
I emerge from inside
a warrior again,
ready to confront
 the trials outside myself.

[As the desert ironwood grows, it alters the environment around itself, and creates a micro-habitat. Its dense canopy shades the ground under it, bringing temperatures down at least 15° F. Its seeds provide food for many doves, quail, and small rodents. Insects thrive in the ironwood canopy, which also attracts birds and reptiles. They make their home under and in the ironwood, providing prey for cactus owls, hawks and coyotes. ]

Knee Injury Exercises

from Wellki

also, this link (exercise includes "the clam")

"Over Rated Exercise Machines":

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Gaga Article

"I Am Well" video; "Heal Thyself Video"

"I Am Well"

"Heal Thyself"

courtesy of "The Reach,"  UK


very interesting arcticle

Sunday, March 5, 2017

A Page from William Stafford's journal, March 1, 1993

"Someone said language was invented so we could hide behind our thoughts....

The optimist says it won't get dark.  The pessimist says it won't get light. And the world goes on...

Now the sun began to shout from below the horizon.  Throngs of birds changed their tent of music into a sound...So magical that I was both brave and afraid.

Little by little, the stars retired, leaving little polished circles on the sky for a while...

It is possible that some day like this will save the world."