On Greed
Dec 29 2010 Filed in: Quotes
Claude mentioned this after group. I thought it was worth having it here.
Tolkien truly captures the essence of greed.
The dragon’s treasure – Bilbo has stolen a cup from Smaug’s vast horde and then Smaug misses the cup…
“Thieves! Fire! Murder! Such a thing had not happened since first he came to the Mountain! His rage passes description – the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted. “
The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien, P. 208
Tolkien truly captures the essence of greed.
The dragon’s treasure – Bilbo has stolen a cup from Smaug’s vast horde and then Smaug misses the cup…
“Thieves! Fire! Murder! Such a thing had not happened since first he came to the Mountain! His rage passes description – the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted. “
The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien, P. 208
Kens Invitation
Dec 29 2010 Filed in: KenA
Men's Group will be at Kens house tomorrow night. We will meet downstairs again by the fire, in the warmth of each others company. I will have some yule logs to burn and perhaps we will do a round of written prayers / completions / letting go's to burn in the fire.
Michael Vessalago will be with us. Michael was a founding member of the group and as both a therapist and a man seeking his own wholeness and healing, he helped establish the group that we still have today. My first memory of Michael was at my second men's group in the early 90's; he encouraged us to each find a partner to lie across from and we raised our feet up and put them together. We felt each other through our feet and let ourselves move together in whatever way worked for us. It broke through some of my walls to the connection that I want to have with my close men friends.
Michael Vessalago will be with us. Michael was a founding member of the group and as both a therapist and a man seeking his own wholeness and healing, he helped establish the group that we still have today. My first memory of Michael was at my second men's group in the early 90's; he encouraged us to each find a partner to lie across from and we raised our feet up and put them together. We felt each other through our feet and let ourselves move together in whatever way worked for us. It broke through some of my walls to the connection that I want to have with my close men friends.
Watching the Night Sky
Dec 13 2010 Filed in: Jims Poems
Watching the Night Sky
Take time to lie down on the earth,
Beneath the darkening sky,
And watch as brightening stars appear
Or if the sky be clouds,
Await the raindrop’s kiss.
Cloudless skies are best, I think,
When stars like frozen fireflies
Stay their wings
And sparkle in the night.
Or are they distant winking eyes?
My own eyes, winking back,
Pretend that other faces watch
From other planet lawns,
Our gazes passing in their quiet searches.
What strangers lie ‘neath other skies,
What ponderers are contemplating
Wonders far away? I cannot say.
Their eyes are closing as the dawn
Suggests another day.
But night will come again with all its eyes.
I’ll rest once more upon the earth beneath
Infinities of skies. I’ll watch
A comet aim for earth and miss.
As someone watching worlds away
Blows me a kiss.
Take time to lie down on the earth,
Beneath the darkening sky,
And watch as brightening stars appear
Or if the sky be clouds,
Await the raindrop’s kiss.
Cloudless skies are best, I think,
When stars like frozen fireflies
Stay their wings
And sparkle in the night.
Or are they distant winking eyes?
My own eyes, winking back,
Pretend that other faces watch
From other planet lawns,
Our gazes passing in their quiet searches.
What strangers lie ‘neath other skies,
What ponderers are contemplating
Wonders far away? I cannot say.
Their eyes are closing as the dawn
Suggests another day.
But night will come again with all its eyes.
I’ll rest once more upon the earth beneath
Infinities of skies. I’ll watch
A comet aim for earth and miss.
As someone watching worlds away
Blows me a kiss.