Resurrection

 

So, friends, every day do something that won’t compute…Give your approval to all you cannot understand…Ask the questions that have no answers. Put your faith in two inches of humus that will build under the trees every thousand years…Laugh. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts….Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry

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Fuel

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”

Jim Jarmusch

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Early Saturday morning hike up Cheyenne Canyon to spy on Seven Falls and give hearty greetings from Helen Hunt.

Breakfast lattes at the Ivywwild.

Juniper rockets between us, back and forth, back and forth, four, maybe five times? She will walk afterward, spazzy as ever, not so much as a pant.

Humility

Humility is the mother of giants. One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak.

G.K. Chesterton

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Jaunt

Welcome to a midday jaunt to Palmer Lake a week or two ago, the sky ultra clear, sharpening the edges of our vision. We wandered a bit, spying one of the best street names ever, walked around the namesake lake, sipped iced lattes at the Speed Trap, and had a rather nice bit of lunch. Our sweet Juni B. was a near secret diner (such fine table manners she has!) at The Stube, an adorable and delightfully delicious stop.

This morning’s sky stands in stark contrast – smoke filled from a host of blazes and completely obscuring Pike’s Peak. Heart broken at the devastation. Saying prayers for western rain and eastern calm. My beloved country is falling apart…

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