Today I saw the supernatural in the clouds.

Oil pools in the clouds. I was mesmerized. I know that these pictures don't do it justice, I just hope that you all can see traces of it. So beautiful.

The funniest Bible verse ever.

He was a mighty hunter before the LORD: wherefore it is said, Even as Nimrod the mighty hunter before the LORD.

Genesis 10:9

It is too much, its killing me!

I just read an unfortunate sentence.

"What William Morris and his associates began at the Kelmscott Press spread rapidly through Europe and North America. By the end of World War I, the precious mannerisms and medievalisms of the Pre Raphaelites and that unfortunate manifestation known as art nouveau had been sloughed off."

It started out so wonderfully, and ended in blasphemy. Terrible.

Raindrops are millions of angels sent to break through your complacency and scream into your ears, "You are alive!!!"

At least that's what I think.

Research Paper Time.

I am teaching my American Literature I class tomorrow (scary!). I'm not sure why I am the only student who has to, but I am. It will be about Emily Dickinson for a whole 50 minutes. These are the bird poems I like. They aren't my favorite of her's, but they are still lovely. Just thought I'd share.

#130

These are the days when Birds come back --
A very few -- a Bird or two --
To take a backward look.

These are the days when skies resume
The old -- old sophistries of June --
A blue and gold mistake.

Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee --
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief.

Till ranks of seeds their witness bear --
And softly thro' the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf.

Oh Sacrament of summer days,
Oh Last Communion in the Haze --
Permit a child to join.

Thy sacred emblems to partake --
They consecrated bread to take
And thine immortal wine!


#328

A Bird came down the Walk --
He did not know I saw --
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,

And then he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass --
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass --

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all around --
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought --
He stirred his Velvet Head

Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home --

Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam --
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
Leap, plashless as they swim.

I saw this magical, golden pool of leaves today. I stepped into it half expecting to fall into a different world.

Thoughts before Physical Science one morning. . .

I love looking at embroidery threads. I imagine what they could depict on fabrics if given the opportunity. Right now, there are flowers growing up my sleeves in lovely Autumn colors. And there are patterns and textures inside the flowers! I like looking at wooden surfaces-like a table top-and seeing all the patterns in the grain. The best thing about these patterns is that they were once the source of life for the entire tree! It is like a snapshot of a tree's spirit, or just a remaining trace of it's spirit.

Nature is already celebrating the holidays.

View from the bake sale table, I was sitting there all day long, and that's what I could see. Occasionally, there were people too.

I give you the fruits of my labors: Frankenstein's Laboratory!

Chicken industry threatened by what?!? Why do I care?

(Ok, in all fairness, I am concerned about these poor, inbred chickens, but honestly, they get a headline the day before elections?!