November 25th, 2003

abstract butterfly

on thankfulness and thanksgiving

Today I received a posting from the new ninth member of the Feeder Guppy Rescue League, with yet another tale of guppies who survived adverse conditions in a less than desirable holding tank. My advertisement in Aquarium Fish Magazine apparently ran, because that's where she learned of the group. I've been impressed with how the group grew even without publicity for its first eight members. I'll be intrigued to see how much my modest classified ad spurs further growth. I must see if my yahoo group for the North Texas Blitz Hegemony can be induced to grow beyond its current membership (i.e., one). I normally consider myself rather decent at 'net type promotion--but maybe it's a matter of creating more favorable conditions.

In so many contexts, lately, I think of making the most of unfavorable conditions. I thought I'd share a few thoughts in the spirit of the Thanksgiving season. Collapse )
abstract butterfly

peering through binoculars

"Anything will give up its secrets if you love it enough. Not only have I found that when I talk to the little flower or to the little peanut they will give up their secrets, but I have found that when I silently commune with people they give up their secrets also - if you love them enough."
-- George Washington Carver

I got a brochure for the largest planetarium in Texas, near Corsicana. Corsicana is where the Main Street Bakery churns out holiday fruitcakes, shipped all over the world, which nobody eats. I would offer to ship each of you one, but I am a few pictures and a few letters behind from past offers.

I love laser shows at planetarium, where the bunny image hops to "run, rabbit, run" and all that, so long as no Alan Parsons Project is involved. I love to sit back and watch the laser light dance, for no reason other than to make me and others happy.

Ever look at a nebula through a small telescope? Let's say M42, up in Orion--it's just so mysterious and yet accessible, a smudge to the naked eye, a whirling cloud through a reflector. Look at the seven sisters, only there are not seven, there are thousands, a cluster of stars.

I wish sometimes I could look into people better, and see what there is to see. I wonder if it's a trick of the light, or a need to focus.