tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post750951832736748001..comments2023-07-25T09:14:24.599-04:00Comments on Transit Notes: THE CONVERSATIONAL NATURE OF REALITYGeorgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-38878415943346675922016-09-18T08:44:08.574-04:002016-09-18T08:44:08.574-04:00Thanks for your lovely and thoughtful comment, Mor...Thanks for your lovely and thoughtful comment, Morelle. The larger world, the one that lies beyond the the noise of contemporary politics and culture, is the only world in which I can survive. As so many seek to classify and divide things and people, I take refuge in knowing that everything is connected and unfolding together.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-15572328642184954852016-09-18T08:33:17.952-04:002016-09-18T08:33:17.952-04:00Oh I like this so so much thank you for posting th...Oh I like this so so much thank you for posting this George. It reminds me of Rumi's 'constant conversation' which is there, if we tune into it and recognize it, and give thanks to all the various creatures and objects that do indeed surround us. I believe that all objects are alive and respond to us and our feelings, and just think how much they help and support us all the time!dritanjehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16025213970107184429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-47671184585453935602016-09-17T07:15:23.545-04:002016-09-17T07:15:23.545-04:00Thanks, Linda. I'm delighted that the poem an...Thanks, Linda. I'm delighted that the poem and images resonated with you. Nice to have you as part of the conversation, and I hope you will drop in again. In my former life as a lawyer, I worked quite a bit with Canada and Canadians, so people from your part of the world hold a special place in my heart.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-58478259482705787242016-09-16T20:54:10.176-04:002016-09-16T20:54:10.176-04:00Such a wonderful post all around! I enjoyed both ...Such a wonderful post all around! I enjoyed both the poem and the photos. The photos are gorgeous! Thank you so much for sharing, and warm greetings from Montreal, Canada.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12692170857496442623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-82800989098480441872016-09-14T18:18:22.744-04:002016-09-14T18:18:22.744-04:00Thanks so much, Laura. Glad you liked both the im...Thanks so much, Laura. Glad you liked both the images and the poem. For those of us who choose to spend a great deal of time in solitude, it's nice to be reminded that we are always surrounded by the wonders of creation, both animate and inanimate. I thinks it's probably impossible to give anything your full attention and still feel alone. When I see one of your lovely flower images, I don't just see the flower; I see your relationship with it.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-4627257430925461872016-09-14T18:10:32.189-04:002016-09-14T18:10:32.189-04:00By the way, Robert, I think you would really enjoy...By the way, Robert, I think you would really enjoy the podcast of Krista Tippett's interview with David Whyte on the "On Being" website. Whyte possesses a very beautiful mind, and his casual talk seems to be poetry itself. He currently lives in the U.S., but his roots are in Ireland and Yorkshire.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-30954901134276829112016-09-14T18:06:56.009-04:002016-09-14T18:06:56.009-04:00George.. Great captures and thoughts. The poem sp...George.. Great captures and thoughts. The poem speaks quiet volumes filled with many truths. Aloneness is so often on my mind. <br />Wonderful post. Laura~Pretty Pixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04894363011912081544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-35526745928597888662016-09-14T18:05:37.667-04:002016-09-14T18:05:37.667-04:00Glad this resonated with you, Robert. I think you...Glad this resonated with you, Robert. I think you're on to something when you speak of realizing "again . . . with the sudden shock some poems engender," the ongoing conversations between the human and the non-human. Poetry has a way of bringing us back to what we thought we knew, but have often forgotten or neglected. I find it quite refreshing at any given moment to simply listen to my senses and let everything sing its unique song to me. Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-71934357551459165662016-09-14T15:38:50.999-04:002016-09-14T15:38:50.999-04:00So wonderful and liberating and inclusive to reali...So wonderful and liberating and inclusive to realise again, with the sudden shock some poems engender, the conversational connectedness between the human and the non-human, the animate and the non-animate.The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-23691274302477316892016-09-14T07:09:37.884-04:002016-09-14T07:09:37.884-04:00Thanks, Pat. You're right, of course about th...Thanks, Pat. You're right, of course about the dragonfly proof. Notwithstanding our temporary feelings of aloneness from time to time, we are always surrounded other creatures, all of them beautiful and interesting in their own ways, living out their daily lives as we do. We are all on this journey together. Glad to know that I have provided the poetry group with another poem. Spreading poetry is always a pleasure.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-76520948207820089542016-09-14T04:15:04.533-04:002016-09-14T04:15:04.533-04:00But even dragonflies are proof that one is never a...But even dragonflies are proof that one is never alone.<br /><br />Thanks George, again you have provided me with a poem for our Poetry meeting.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-17999598571414517532016-09-13T23:16:40.682-04:002016-09-13T23:16:40.682-04:00:)):))Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-29187549305835767982016-09-13T21:26:14.584-04:002016-09-13T21:26:14.584-04:00Thanks, Barb. Glad you liked this posting. Yes,...Thanks, Barb. Glad you liked this posting. Yes, dragonflies will definitely stare you down. It's rather eerie sometimes.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-34098476836970513402016-09-13T21:18:18.897-04:002016-09-13T21:18:18.897-04:00I have never before been gazed at by a dragonfly (...I have never before been gazed at by a dragonfly (that I know of). Tonight a hummer fluttered at the window, trying to get inside. I thought they'd all left, but apparently this one is still hoping (I think in vain) for a bit more summer. Both wonderful photos, George. I like the mindfulness described in the poem.Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984171407726520584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-54661151762865094672016-09-13T20:54:17.559-04:002016-09-13T20:54:17.559-04:00Of course, Teresa. I timed this just for you!Of course, Teresa. I timed this just for you!Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002454922784880258.post-61039057964114622772016-09-13T20:50:59.939-04:002016-09-13T20:50:59.939-04:00Perfect timing .... thank you for this, very much....Perfect timing .... thank you for this, very much.Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.com