| I woke up this morning to the sound of a bird tweeting, quite distinctly, "Hey girl, hey girl."
"What?" came the tweeting response.
"What's happening?"
"Nothing that you need to know about."
"I know of a good bird feeder . . ." No response. "Beautiful view . . ." No response. "I've been practicing this tune . . ." She was gone.
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| Physician Tells of Eucharistic Miracle of LancianoThere have been several reports of such miracles. I believe it is possible, but would not go so far as to say that I am certain any specific instances of it have happened. Still, this instance seems pretty credible, and it is at least interesting.
http://www.zenit.org/article-12933?l=english
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| Discovering good"Whoever gives thought to the word will discover good" (Proverbs 16:20).
This verse could refer to choosing one's own words with care or to meditating on the words of others. Either way, there is much good to be discovered from the word. Perhaps this is why so many thoughtful people have looked to poetry for some sort of resurrection of meaning.
One example of a man who maintained faith in the power of the word despite seemingly hopeless circumstances is the Polish poet Zbigniew Herbert, who in his poem "The Envoy of Mr. Cogito" advises the reader to "repeat old incantations of humanity fables and legends / because this is how you will attain the good you will not attain / repeat great words repeat them stubbornly / like those crossing the desert who perished in the sand." |
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| Music!
More fun with the multi-track recorder. Don't worry, I chose the name of the song just to be provocative. 
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| From "Prayers and Sayings of the Mad Farmer"Don't worry and fret about the crops. After you have done all
you can for them, let them stand in the weather on their own.
If the crop of any one year was all, a man would have to cut his
throat every time it hailed.
But the real products of any year's work are the farmer's mind
and the cropland itself.
If he raises a good crop at the cost of belittling himself and di-
minishing the ground, he has gained nothing. He will have to
begin over again the next spring, worse off than before.
Let him receive the season's increment into his mind. Let him
work it into the soil.
The finest growth that farmland can produce is a careful farmer.
Make the human race a better head. Make the world a better
piece of ground.
--From "Prayers and Sayings of the Mad Farmer," Wendell Berry
St. Isidore the Farmer
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