1.3.17 Cold and rainy FB video

Some of my favorite days are cold and rainy and wintry. Don't ask me why. 
I don't know if it's genetics, being a MacLean McClellan and a whole bunch other stuff from wet dark cold places. 
Or growing up in New England in a pine forest. 
Or because it's just too meaninglessly easy peasy to love a warm breezy day, but tough work to stick around and discover the incandescent magnificence of a dark winter rain. By the time winter rolls around, I'm exhausted from all the brilliant green and wonderful expanding of the species and colors everywhere and all that bright hot blinding sunlight.
I do know I have always had an abiding affection for these sorts of 
quiet calm dark cold days.

https://www.facebook.com/GwenMcClellanWordsandPictures/videos/1184450601591722/

1.2.16 There it is

I don't understand how being the 
beneficiary of great kindness can be so painful. 
But there it is.

1.2.17 Inestimable beauty

Oh nature, and earth. Skies and light. 
Your inestimable beauty, never twice the same.

1.1.17 And there remains

 We are all formed and formulated in such unique ways, with nothing perfect,and often the imperfections instigating our most grievous or remarkable instincts.

Myself, there are some pathways that are smooth as butter, great and dear friends, untouched and unharmed, where I can venture out and it's smooth sailing down that dirt road or with the little photo phone or the enamored inculcated wording or any number of things. 

But what i know to be true, is the many venues and forests and pathways are not sanctioned, are left alone and stuck, unexpressed and tied off in some long dark hallway. Unheard, unfelt, unsung.

So that, now and again, those unallowed-for-now places tire of their banishment. And when this happens, I go round collecting such a manner of beautiful interesting creations others have done, that somehow in some way resonate with my own caged stuff.

The funny thing is, if we have a stuck area and we are subverting without allowing that which is part of us to come out, then the perusal of loveliness does not work and,no matter it's worth, does not help.

It serves simply as a temporary distraction from the fact that some parts of us are operational ,and some are banished.

And there remains an ache where the other expression would be.

12.31.16 Blessings to you

Off to bed early. 
Blessings upon your New Year.

12.31.16 Let us now rise up

Here we are , hoping and praying for, and working toward, and learning toward a New Year of personal love and honoring, of professional patience and wisdom and courage to act sharp as a knife. 

To our persistent efforts on behalf of Equal Rights for all, no matter the cultural amnesia or dumbing down or apathy, toward harm and hatred and discrimination and violence. 
To persisting in the insistence upon Social and Economic Justice for all.

To the consciousness of all white people being raised for and by our selves, and of our fellow white brethren, no matter their antipathy or resistance. 

To our own garnering of gentle and measured compassion toward our selves, in all things. Let us now rise up , standing upon the noble powerful shoulders of all others across this earth, who have culled hatred and reinforced freedom and justice.

Let us now rise up and do wise bright assertive things this new year.

12.31.16 Wintertime

and the land is beautiful