Monthly Archives: November 2010

Coming Home—

  Like so many young people these days,  A View From The Woods is moving back home. You are cordially invited to visit its mother blog,  Touch2Touch, which will continue hosting: *Further episodes of An Erratic Journal of Life in … Continue reading

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Ring the Bells —

  Ring the bells that still can ring, Forget your perfect offering, There is a crack in everything, That’s how the light gets in. —- Leonard Cohen

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It Ain’t Over Till It’s Over —

We give thanks for unknown blessings already on their way — —  Anonymous

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It’s Coming, Coming — Gone!

The funny thing about Thanksgiving, or any huge meal, is that you spend 12 hours shopping for it and then chopping and cooking and braising and blanching. Then it takes 20 minutes to eat it and everybody sort of sits … Continue reading

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A Thanksgiving Treasure

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. —- Thornton Wilder One of the seven wonders of today’s musical world  is singer Barbara Cook, the timeless and ageless. Here … Continue reading

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Thanksgiving Countdown —

Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it; But we hae meat, and we can eat, Sae let the Lord be thankit. — Robert Burns P.S. Stay tuned for the daily Thanksgiving quote —

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Update on Today’s Countdown:

Today didn’t start out as a great morning. It was gray and chill and drizzly-ish, for openers. Then I was struck by a fierce spasm of jealousy (another blogger’s deep and thoughtful post dwarfing my frivolous little post), and then … Continue reading

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Thanksgiving Countdown —-

  What we’re really talking about is a wonderful day set aside on the fourth Thursday of November when no one diets. I mean, why else would they call it Thanksgiving? — Erma Bombeck     (P.S. Stay tuned for … Continue reading

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We Are All Invited —

Come, come whoever you are, Wanderer, worshipper, lover of learning, It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times. Come, come yet again, come. —-     Jelalu’ddin Rumi … Continue reading

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An Erratic Journal: “Home” in Ireland

Here’s a memory of a once-upon-a-time home (along with a bonus, an unexpected poem) from our Irish correspondent, Berna, over in County Kildare: Well, as for Innisfree, I wouldn’t much go for Yeats’ damp ‘clay and wattles’ cabin. There would … Continue reading

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