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  •     My roots suck nutrients  from the rot in the mud.   Water is my world; its skin, my cloak.  I thirst for light.   When young my bud strove to open  in the gloaming of pre-dawn, but shrunk in fear and...
  • Beloved Twinkle Dink asked a question on the main board last week, "would you explain yourself?"I'm sure it was one of those delightfully enigmatic and playful questions that he knew would be difficult to answer.The following letter, part of an exchange w...
  • Impermanence   As they have for millions of years, these trees tower.  Softly they are dressed in damp velvet mosses, liverworts,  festooned with stag-horn epiphytes, studded with orange slivers of fungi.  Drunken fragrances ...
  • Her gold-plated grappling hooks    Titanium light and tungsten strong, her gold-plated grappling hooks streamline back into her undercarriage, as she, surveillance master,  sours the thermals. The flecks of her grey breast  ble...
  • Oh, Mercurial Man,   We are the land — its water — its heated air. We are the land alive, unique in semi-arid life. Call us Bimblebox of Galilee.  In this shred of wild you can hear us,  in fitful fighting, hissing, spitti...
  • Faint Hearted   Children stand at attention in ranks and files,  sway in heat waves on tarmac. Headmaster drones on and on. The girls’ uniform is white shirt under forest green tunic, four pleated layers of nylon sucking up the sun. ...
  •   I’ve been suffering grief for what feels like a very long time now - four years - since I first read Guy McPherson's major essay on global warming on his site Nature Bats Last. Tears threaten just below the surface of my awarene...
  • NAMASTELet's investin Ourself "So today I wanted something.Wanted it so bad, was yearning for it.Thought about it all day long.I couldn't wait" This is but a ripple in a pond.a still pool of reflection experiencing a movement in it's&nb...
  •     Grief hovers over my shoulder, nudges sore at the back of my eyes, chokes my throat, hollows my chest, robs me of my stomach. What fruit can I offer you, guru Earth? O you who showed me how to love, the fragrant flowers for your grav...
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The Meaning of Life

  • Is, quite simply, to cultivate oneself and help others do so. 

    We cultivate ourselves through relationships, family, community, work, learning, study, reflection, ideals, vision, experience.

    We help others through support, aid, assistance, comfort, friendship.

    The more we are able to cultivate ourselves theoretically the more wherewithal we have to help others.

    The more we are able to help others the more rich and satisfying and worthwhile our lives become. 

    These are the reasons we have a life, and what our lives are supposed to be about. 

    For in so doing we glorify God.

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  • Whitehair
    Whitehair
    I never read this topic written this way. Most of the time it is riddled with emotions and absolute subjective. Thanks for this blog, officegirl.
    August 14, 2018 - 1 likes this