photo by Michael Levin, Pier 60 shop, Clearwater, FL
The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up. – Mark Twain
Often, when a low mood is coming on, sometimes it is because the mind has started to brood upon itself. The things that formerly seemed exciting now elicit no response. In a sense, we have closed down. A friend can talk to us and we will not hear; we can go to a movie and may… Continue
Added by Michael Levin on April 18, 2009 at 12:00am —
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Subjects were studied who had been "madly in love" for an average of seven months. Once inside the MRI machine, subjects were shown two photographs, one neutral, the other of their loved one. When each subject looked at his or her loved one, the parts of the brain linked to reward and… Continue
Added by Michael Levin on April 17, 2009 at 10:30am —
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Bob Sh’mal Ellenberg
11329 8th Ave. NE Apt 106
Seattle, Wa 98125
Sh’mal@zoobird
HESTER’S LAST SMILE
AND CAN OF ROLLING TOBACCO
In the nursing home where I work people dying is going on regularly; it’s nothing new to me, but now people are being admitted, in their forties and fifties, who are terminally ill with one critical illnesses or… Continue
Added by Sh'mal Ellenberg on April 16, 2009 at 2:11pm —
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While my 12 year-old son and I were waiting for our flight from Miami to Los Angeles I was browsing a magazine rack and came across a article about Charlie Manson and his perennial parole problems. My mind immediately flew to that ominous afternoon I spent at his Topanga Canyon commune outside of Los Angeles. The picture, indelibly imprinted on my consciousness, of Manson jumping back into an attack mode crouch, his fists clenched, wanting to… Continue
Added by Sh'mal Ellenberg on April 16, 2009 at 1:30pm —
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I’m always amazed, how after committing to an action out of love, we never know how the re-actions will reverberate through our life. This story is an instance of that reverberation.
Rose Pearl called me, reaching out by telephone, making a connection to tell me she was dying. She made it clear it wouldn’t be that very moment, but in the near future. Rose said she was calling because she needed some one to take care of… Continue
Added by Sh'mal Ellenberg on April 15, 2009 at 9:37pm —
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Bob Sh’mal Ellenberg
725 NE 3rd St.
Gainesville, Fl. 32601
352-378-8735
cityofpeace@citizencircle.com
BEING ONE WITH THE OTHER
STORIES OF BEING WITH THE HOMELESS
Harry was on the ground half conscious with about 15 people, mostly men, uncomfortably standing around looking down at him; the Listerine bottle knocked over on the stone table, its distinct odor wafted… Continue
Added by Sh'mal Ellenberg on April 15, 2009 at 9:27pm —
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The taillights of the black Cadillac disappeared and the sudden quiet gave way to an ambient, deafening screeeee. Treefrogs or cicadas in the dark trees resumed a clattering conversation interrupted when the now vanished car pulled off onto the gravel so the driver could, yet again, get out to open his pants...
There is always a potential romantic adventure, however slight and passing, when one is open and allowing life to unfold for us.
I watched attentively as a woman, one among many, but a particular woman, walked down the isle of the train I was on. I casually watched as she put her baggage on the overhead rack, with a sigh, signifying, “well, this is it, it’s all okay,” then sat across from where I was sitting on the Amtrak train from Buffalo to NYC.… Continue
True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes. – Saint Thérèse of Lisieux
If somebody is kind to us ninety-nine times and then does one hurtful thing, we are likely to forget the ninety-nine good things and remember the one bad thing. We can watch it happen in ourselves – no matter how absurd we know it is – when our parents or partner or… Continue
Added by Michael Levin on April 11, 2009 at 11:00am —
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They're out of the dark's ragbag, these two
Moles dead in the pebbled rut,
Shapeless as flung gloves, a few feet apart-
Blue suede a dog or fox has chewed.
One, by himself, seemed pitiable enough,
Little victim unearthed by some lsrge creature
From his orbit under the elm root.
The second carcass makes a duel of the affair:
Blind twins bitten by bad nature.
What's the big smile about? That's Ron Chandler smiling at me at the McRorie Community Garden on the 24th. Ron's been in Asia, as you all may have read on his blog. I've been in the thin air of Crested Butte, CO. You can click on the photo above to see the set.
Here's my… Continue
I've been out of town a good while now. Just got back. Today, I'll head out to the garden and see how my plants have fared. I hear rumors that it's like armageddon. Spring planting here I come.
I needed a Gibson fix yesterday when I got here but the lib was closed, so I tried Google Books Good thing it's there - not complete books, but enough to take the edge off…
Springtime is coming! The snow is melting (not in Florida!). I biked down to Lake Sybelia, here in Maitland, FL yesterday and caught this sunset photo with an iPhone camera. Click on the photo to see more sunsets from this ride and other days...
A neighbor had a garage sale and look what showed up! It's a 10' Jon boat. Weighs in at… Continue
Added by Michael Levin on March 21, 2009 at 1:30pm —
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The orange blossoms are in bloom. And, the weather is spectacular. Sunsets? Like you've never seen before...
A bicycle is one of the best ways to experience nature at its fullest. After a long days work, I rode out to a nearby lake to watch the sunset. No fancy camera necessary. I caught this fiery sunset with an iPhone. I was recently in Crested Butte, Colorado... Read the rest…Continue
Added by Michael Levin on March 20, 2009 at 9:30am —
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nice Wednesday afternoon was turning into the evening and I had decied that I will take my Single Speed Atala to the streets of Helsinki for the first time 2009. I was in our buildings bike cellar filling the tires, when a neighbour, apparently moving out from the building, rushed in to the cellar. He greeted me, took a quick look around, sighted and mumbled: "... oh that one, dammit, I cannot fit it into my cargo any more, I guess it has to go the garbage then".
I… Continue
"Last year, Googling “Houston” and “organic,” Marcella Murff found the Last Organic Outpost’s Web site. She admired the photos and the philosophy, but it was Joe’s poetry that really caught her attention — poems that praise “planting seeds of change” and “building micro-communities of living soil.” Who was this guy?
She drove to the Emile Street farm, the biggest of Last Organic’s two… Continue
Added by Michael Levin on March 17, 2009 at 1:30pm —
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