Each morning write down 3 goals for Today

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“Something I’ve not done
is following me
I haven’t done it again and again
so it has many footsteps…”

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Answer July —
Where is the Bee —
Where is the Blush —
Where is the Hay?

Ah, said July —
Where is the Seed —
Where is the Bud —
Where is the May —
Answer Thee — Me —

Nay — said the May —
Show me the Snow —
Show me the Bells —
Show me the Jay!

Quibbled the Jay —
Where be the Maize —
Where be the Haze —
Where be the Bur?
Here — said the Year —

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“Summer has set in with its usual severity.”
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Boy, has it ever!

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“Though the whole heaven be one-eyed with the moon,
Though the dead landscape seem a thing possessed,
Yet I go singing through that land oppressed
As one that singeth through the flowers of June.
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Like emptied idiot masks, sin’s loves and wars
Stare at me now: for in the night I broke
The bubble of a great world’s jest, and woke
Laughing with laughter such as shakes the stars.”

- Excerpt from The End of Fear, by G.K. Chesterton (1874–1936)

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note to self: a quote to ponder…

“My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.” ― Anne Morrow Lindbergh

“Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness”
- Sigmund Freud

“Work is love made visible.”
- Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

“Tell you what I like the best -
‘Long about knee-deep in June,
‘Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine, – some afternoon
Like to jes’ git out and rest,
And not work at nothin’ else!”
- James Witcomb Riley, Knee Deep in June

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^{June berry or serviceberry tree fruit – image via annarbor.com}

Now that the bright red berries lend
Color to the June berry tree
My need is urgent to befriend
Denial and austerity.

I touch the fruit with lips of wish
And with the fingers of soft words,
And leave them, a delicious dish
In taste and substance to the birds.

- Jessica Powers, Richer Berry (excerpt)

A friend here has a June berry tree and I’ve tasted muffins that she made from the fruit – they tasted like blueberries. Last week at the local park I got a chance to pick and taste a different type of June berry – wild raspberries – but I left most of them for the birds or whoever else finds them. It brought back memories of childhood berry picking.

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^{image: postcard of Augusta canal, approx 1875; source – www.georgiaencyclopedia.org}

“Wisdom tells me I am nothing. Love tells me I am everything. And between the two my life flows.” – Nisargadatta Maharaj

Notes to self:
I did make some notes so I can reconstruct what I did and didn’t do. Not a good week for this goal. Avoidance is probably not flow, and I was avoiding some things that still need to be done…

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What joy have I in June’s return?
My feet are parched — my eyeballs burn,
I scent no flowery gust;
But faint the flagging Zephyr springs,
With dry Macadam on its wings,
And turns me “dust to dust.”

- Thomas Hood, Ode Imitated from Horace (1844), st. 2.

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“How did it get so late so soon?
It’s night before it’s afternoon.
December is here before its June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?”