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"…when we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe." John Muir Quote from Brain Pickings on Sunday, by Maria Popova. Butterflies from St. Augustine, Key West…
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In his book, "Humankind, A Hopeful History", Rutger Bregman writes about cynicism vs. realism. And I quote: Isn't it telling that in modern usage the realist has become synonymous with the cynic – for someone with a pessimistic outlook? In truth, it's the cynic who's out of touch. In truth, we're living…
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Humans are hardwired for kindness and cooperation. That's how we've gotten this far. That's how we will go even farther. As far as we can imagine! Kindness. Compassion. Empathy. Generosity. We take good care of each other. Let's be patient and trusting – Like the good earth that we share. …
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My, oh my! What more Can I say; seeing lilies On the peaceful walk? Surprise lilies in the neighborhood! ©2020Laine Quinn
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SPRING! Ignoring world events – has sprung! Red Hibiscus, coming through the slats. ©2020 Laine Quinn
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It is difficult to sit still for an invisible catastrophe – there's no wind, no rain, no flooding – in fact the weather here is perfect. We have electricity, water, internet, the pantry is full, and we have each other. So, wash your hands, enjoy each other – (they are singing…
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…It''s about my journey going from a liberal civil rights lawyer who was tinkering with the machine, and believed that we could somehow get the to the Promised Land if we just filed the next best lawsuit, or met the the governor, or organize the right number of people for the next protest,…
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While burning a few things on the deck in the chiminnea, I noticed these caterpillars munching away on the Butterfly Weed. It was over a month ago. There were about 10 or 12 of them, and they decimated that plant. Then yesterday, while leaning over the rail to reach a hanging…
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Good morning, Glory! From the Archives, May, 2012.
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This little seedling rooted itself in the crack of my deck table. That's how all of the forests began… one seedling at a time. "Life's longing for itself." © Laine Quinn, 2018
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