I hope you are have a good time TheraP. I hope you are enjoying what you are doing.

I hope you and your husband are well.

And I hope you will drop by from time to time.

I have love for you TheraP.

You know, in farming and ranching, the best way to conserve our resources is to let a field lie fallow for a season or two, not to cultivate it at all; or in ranching, to allow a pasture to revert to its natural grasses and to permit no animals to graze it for as many seasons as it takes for the land to recover from the stress of production.

As a society that is moving ever-forward, ever-faster, we have lost the art of lying fallow, of regrouping, regenerating, allowing our resources to recover.

People have forgotten how to THINK. Even when they are out in nature, running or hiking, so many of them have headphones--they've forgotten how to listen to birdsong rather than programmed music. There is always NOISE in the background of our lives, and we have left behind the stillpoint.

There was a time in my life when I took a whole year just to lie fallow, creatively speaking. I mean, I still FUNCTIONED of course--I had things to do like everyone else. But I quit pressuring myself to produce produce produce. In my spare time, rather than writing, I read. Or thought.

Or did Yoga out back of my house in the nude. (So far, none of the animals have complained, and we have no neighbors for miles. Kids grown and gone. I do, however, have to make sure I'm not expecting the UPS guy to drive up. Wouldn't want to send him careening into therapy for the rest of his life ha ha)

Doing that, listening to the wind in the trees, I learned that the earth has a breath; it goes in and out with the pattern of the wind and with the cycles of the seasons. In winter, it is quiet, but it always comes back.

I'm honored to be one of the "ones" who has a way to contact you my friend, and do please remain present in my life, for you enrich my soul.

Some days I feel like my pilot light has gone out and I have to create sparks to get it going again. I used to think of it as my own personal starlight, flickering on and off, but I realize now that it is not my own, but rather a starlight shared with every living breathing soul.

Be well TheraP.

TheraP -- we release you, however reluctantly, from our constant cacophony of wing flapping to the tranquility of virtuoso birdsong in your own garden.
Please come back. In the meantime, know that we know the value of what you have given to so many, here and elsewhere.
As you would say, Namaste.

What’s Up With That?
To TheraP

You encouraged me
when
there was little
encouraging:
Politics seemed hopeless
and poetry less.
You taught me courage -
strength to my heart,
a smile to my pen.
You gave me sunlight,
desire to be
myself
in the middle of now

stratofrog@gmail.com

Dear TheraP,

I's time to be Time to yourself. You have given more than your share. Now go fill up your own cup.

I wish you many nestsful of young, hopeful, brave robins.

And we will see you here again, or somewhere else, when the moment arrives for it.

Love to you and yours.

Where's that proofreader?!

IT's time to be in Time to yourself.

T. S. Eliot Quotes

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.

It's not wise to violate rules until you know how to observe them.

Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.

Let's not be narrow, nasty, and negative.

O Lord, deliver me from the man of excellent intention and impure heart: for the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.

There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.

We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

“You are the music while the music lasts.”T. S. Eliot

In conclusion TheraP your avatar speaks volumes. YOU were the music to this site.

Why didn’t we discuss T S Eliot more fully? Who can I trust, to help me understand, if not you?

“I have fought the fine fight, I have run the course to the finish, I have observed the faith. From this time on there is reserved for me the crown of righteousness.”—2Ti 4:7, 8.

Namaste...

Ahaaw.

In the old days I had a fire lookout tower job in the Gila National Forest. My computer was a slide rule. Just the cat and boxes of paperback books. And sunrises and storms and meteorite showers and critters and the sounds of the wind. I found something important during that time and the world got by just fine without me.
No one will think less of you for tending to your life.
Fondly, I wish you Peace.

XXOOXXOOXXOOXXOO
Peace, Love and Light
and as we used to say, Later.

My heart is filled to overflowing - with all the treasures you have given me - in these comments and in all that has come before.

My deepest love and gratitude.

I'm late to this blog but will leave this anyway, in hopes that you may check it once again.

For me Thera, you brought a spirit of tremendous civility, passionate inquiry and gracious hospitality in all your remarks. These three qualities had an enormous impact on the TPM community, and has left it a place that is so much more welcoming and a place that celebrates a wider diversity and creativity across bloggers.

Perhaps it was your avatar, Thera, but I frequently felt uplifted, like one does with music, when reading your comments.

I'm sorry that your song is moving into silence now because of what it means for the TPM community. But for you? I hope that you will find in the silence, an even deeper music for your soul.

Peace to you.

Thera, I already said a couple of words in response over at my blog the other day. That was before I realized this was a (semi?)permanent absence. I'm not very good at these expressions of mixed feelings - a gratitude for your wise, moving, heartening, and heartfelt thoughts and your encouragement for timid newbies like myself mixed with the sadness that you won't be around creating and playing on threads around the place. I will miss you alot. You taught me so much, both to think better and feel deeper and stronger. The lack of your musical voice will leave a void for me. All the best for you and your husband, my dear lady of the manor.

Thera, if there is anything I can offer, I'm sure you can figure out how to get in touch,
Your Servant,
B