Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Monday, March 3, 2014

Mindful Monday



Let it rain,
Let it rain,
Let your love rain down on me.

Eric Clapton
Let it Rain

Monday, September 16, 2013

Mindful Monday



I believe I was born to love you.
Thank you for 25 years of wedded bliss.

Barbara Schanel


Monday, September 9, 2013

Mindful Monday

The main facts in human life are five:
birth, food, sleep, love and death.

E. M. Forster
Aspects of the Novel

Monday, July 15, 2013

Mindful Monday



. . . I am in love
Alive in this mortal world 
Wendell Berry
A Timbered Choir 
 1994 VII
  

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Independence Day

When we left our day jobs at the great Mammoth Cave a lot of people thought we were nuts because in this great nation of ours only one means of survival is considered viable: a good (read high paying) wage earning, job.  We have set out to prove that a beautiful, satisfying life can still be lived without selling our time for less than we believe it is worth.  And, so far, it seems to be working out.  Granted it has only been about a month, but in that month we have made serious strides toward true independence, without depleting our meager savings.  Indeed, our savings have actually increased!

"What is true independence?" you ask, well here at Groundwell Farm we consider independence to be:
Meeting, or even occasionally exceeding, all of the necessities and desires of life through either direct work, or through agreeable trade with people we are close to in everyday life.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Mindful Monday



We are creatures of love.

David Byrne
Talking Heads

Happy Birthdays Baby Boys!

Monday, February 18, 2013

Mindful Monday



 The subject tonight is Love
 
And for tomorrow night as well,

As a matter of fact

I know of no better topic

For us to discuss

Until we all

Die!

Hafiz

Monday, February 11, 2013

Mindful Monday


At times she knew with a joyous ache that she completed him, just as she knew with the same joy that she needed him and he completed her.  How beautiful a thing it was, she thought, to be a half, to be completed by such another half!
Mary Penn in "A Jonquil for Mary Penn"
by
 Wendell Berry

Happy Valentines Day Everybody



Monday, February 4, 2013

Mindful Monday


For her life, any life, she had to believe, was nothing but the continuity of its love.
Eudora Welty
The Optimist's Daughter