Author: L.E. Hansen

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Happening

“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” T.S. Eliot

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“It is not I who create myself, rather I happen to myself.” ~Carl Jung, CW11, Para 391. Posted by Psyche’s Call with Donna May.~~I love this…”…I happen to myself.” Do we not, indeed?

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I spent the morning outside digging out the little trees planted last year and now overwhelmed—packed under—by snow. The little things had to be dug out and released from their prisons of ice and blocks of snow. I had thought they would escape on their own and so had waited until I no longer could. Poor babies. At least now they should be happy in the winterscape around them.

The dog thought this was all a grand plan as she ran around me and through the piles of snow. What better than to run through snowdrifts and plunge through the crusted berms? Great stuff, this world. That’s what she says. The cat says it’s best to watch from the bedside window, ensconced in quilts and pillows.

I take both under advisement.

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Catching Up

And oh my. I’m so far behind in everything that responding now would make me early for next year. (Too late for late this year.) OK, a slight exaggeration but not much. Though given to hyperbole, it really is too late to say Happy Thanksgiving.

So for now, some notes in passing, regardless of the time of year.

Posted by Psyches Call with donna may

Kurt Vonnegut was born in November of 1922, on the 11th. His works inspired my generation, more so than the beatniks. Breakfast of Champions was a bible of sorts, coursework for creativity and radicalism. He was one of the many who entertained the life and learning in Iowa City while it swarmed with writers and hippies and those of us who thought we could change the world.

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The kid was here for Thanksgiving and our birthdays which made the days warm with love.

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We’ve had a grand snowstorm, leaving us covered with at least two feet of snow. It has made the nights bright with the light reflected and held in its folds. During the day the snow sparkles with little diamonds strewn about by magic. Many of the places here have Christmas lights and decorations adding to the feelings of joyous-festive days.

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For now then, this is the way things are while I go about attempting to catch up on other corners of my world. Wishing us all snow and sunshine, things that whish and cause us wonder.

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The Buddha Way

Tao & Zen post

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Scribble

I drank a wine
of possibility with Rumi
And shivered:
How can I scribble
a poem of nothing
I’m not
just fix upon the world
a scribble
meant to be that poem
for I am
Winter and Water
in Time
that Poem is me

L.E. Hansen

I wrote a poem upon demand which struck me as odd, along with the rule of 44 words to be contained within. So many things off the beam on this which made it ravishing of course. And of and for and to the 10,000 things no less.

And so I did. Write it and yet not, more like a vomit of words, not mine.

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Today & Football

Football! Playing the game today for Paul Hornug, one of the all-time greats of Green Bay Football! Paul moved on to play the game for Real—in the great goalposts of the Ether & Universe—yesterday.

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Paul never played for another team after Green Bay. He was a Packer all the way and adored by The Man (Lombardi) and his fans. Jackie & I once sent him a pair of “stay-ties”—for kids’ shoes—as his football shoes were always coming untied. Wonder if he ever got ’em! Back in those days, when we lived in Madison, Wisconsin, there was no such thing as velcro.

But of course he doesn’t need to worry about such things today.

GO GREEN BAY!

And a Happy Birthday to Grandpa George on this the 15th of November, yet another autumn day in the hood. And a beautiful day it is.