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Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes

Posted on Dec 15th, 2006 by Tree Song : Wandering Tree Song
"Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet."

"Character is higher than intellect... A great soul will be strong to live, as well as to think."

"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."

"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could."

"Earth laughs in flowers."

"Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world."

"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."

"Nothing astonishes men so much as common sense and plain dealing."

"Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail."

"Society is always taken by surprise at any new example of common sense."

"What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered."

"To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded."
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Do You Believe In Fairies? I Do, I Do!

Posted on Nov 14th, 2006 by Tree Song : Wandering Tree Song
Fairy

I've always known that once upon a time, I could fly.  My wings were the pinks and reds of a  summer sunset, my hair the auburn of the setting sun on a tree in autumn, my body as light as a willow strand dancing in the wind. My voice was that of a long-forgotten bird, who's song is mostly remembered as myth; a tune that carried the worlds sorrows on its back and set them free with her song.



I've always been able to fly, it is deep within me that can remember the feeling.  It's why my eyes always search amongst the mysteries of the clouds, the shift in color and in energy that they always exude. I have long been a wanderer amongst the stars, tiptoeing endlessly from one constellation to another. My body knows little of this dense experience I exist with on Earth, the fear and chaos has often baffled me.

I am sensitive to everything, all that most others call 'normal' I live a life of watching, how no one has the time to stop and admire the simple things. The rush to get through the moments that bother and bring pain, forgetting that those moments propel us into growth, and are the very thread that our fabric of life is woven upon.

I sit sometimes in the quiet of nature and open my heart to what most do not slow down enough to hear...There are thousands of them, flickers of light, beings of love and compassion, their messages to us as humans are endless if we stop and listen.  I have heard only a small number of their stories telling me to love unconditionally, to accept myself even after my mistakes, to be free of judgement of myself and others, to listen when all seems to be silent.

The answers are everywhere if we all take the time to go within. They are more present than you or I have ever known and they are ready to be found if we open our hearts enough to listen.

What color are your wings?
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The Genius of Crows

Posted on Oct 7th, 2006 by Tree Song : Wandering Tree Song
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Crows Have Human-Like Intelligence, Author Says

John Roach
for National Geographic News

June 6, 2006

Crows make tools, play tricks on each other, and caw among kin in a dialect all their own.

These are just some of the signs presented in a recent book that point to an unexpected similarity between the wise birds and humans.

 

"It's the same kind of consonance we find between bats that can fly and birds that can fly and insects that can fly," said Candace Savage, a nature writer based in Saskatoon, Canada.

"Species don't have to be related for there to have been some purpose, some reason, some evolutionary advantage for acquiring shared characteristics," she added.

Savage's book, Crows: Encounters with the Wise Guys of the Avian World (October 2005), explores the burgeoning field of crow research, which suggests that the birds share with humans several hallmarks of higher intelligence, including tool use and sophisticated social behavior.


The shared traits exist despite the fact that crows and humans sit on distinct branches of the genetic tree.

Humans are mammals. Crows are birds, which Savage calls feathered lizards, referring to the theory that birds evolved from dinosaurs.

"I'm not positing there's anything mythological about this or imagining crows are in any way human," she said.

"But whatever it is that has encouraged humans to develop higher intelligence also seems to have been at work on crows."


Tool Use

Alex Kacelnik is a zoologist at Oxford University in England who studies tool use in crows. He said study of the birds advances understanding of how higher intelligence evolves.

As a sign of crows' advanced smarts, Savage cites Kacelnik's 2002 study in the journal Science on a captive New Caledonian crow that bent a straight piece of wire into a hook to fetch a bucket of food in a tube.

No other animal—not even a chimp—has ever spontaneously solved a problem like this, a fact that puts crows in a class with us as toolmakers," Savage writes in her book.

Kacelnik noted that New Caledonian crows, which are restricted to a few islands in the South Pacific Ocean, are the only example of some 45 crow species that "are very intense tool users in nature."'

Nevertheless, he continued, these birds are "both intense tool users and creative tool users … In addition to the tools they are normally seen to use in the wild, they are capable of making new instruments when the necessity arises," such as the wire hooks.

In research published last year in the journal Nature, Kacelnik and his colleagues demonstrated that New Caledonians are born toolmakers—that there is a genetic component to the behavior.

The finding, Kacelnik said, fits the notion that higher intelligence requires a genetic imprint to foster more advanced behaviors like learning and innovation.

"There are three elements: what animals inherit, what animals learn by individual experience, and what animals acquire through social input," he said.

"It's a mistake to believe [these elements] compete. Actually, they coalesce, they enhance each other."

Crow Trickery

The intelligence of other crow species, most notably ravens, is also demonstrated by their ability to manipulate the outcomes of their social interactions, according to book author Savage.

For example, she highlights raven research by University of Vermont zoologist Bernd Heinrich showing how juvenile and adult ravens differ when feeding on a carcass.

The juveniles cause a ruckus when feeding to recruit other young ravens to the scene for added safety against competition with adult crows and other scavengers.

The adults, by contrast, show up at a carcass in pairs and keep quiet to avoid drawing attention—and competition—to the food.

Savage also discusses Swiss zoologist Thomas Bugnyar's research showing how a raven named Hugin learned to deceive a more dominant raven named Mugin into looking for cheese morsels in empty containers while Hugin snuck away to raid full containers.

"This shady behavior satisfies the definition of 'tactical', or intentional, deception and admits the raven to an exclusive club of sociable liars that in the past has included only humans and our close primate relatives," Savage writes in her book.

Another area of crow research that may indicate higher intelligence is how crows learn and use sound. Preliminary findings suggest that family groups develop their own sort of personal dialects, according to Savage.

"There's a lot more going on in a bird brain than people ten years ago would have imagined," she said.

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4 Scraps of Paper = 1 Blog

Posted on Oct 4th, 2006 by Tree Song : Wandering Tree Song
This blog is composed of four various scraps of paper. They fell randomly out of a folder I had placed them in and I instantly saw the potential for a blog.

It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped.
Each time a person stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other
from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current
which can sweep down the mightiest walls
of oppression and resistance.

~Robert F. Kennedy, University of Cape Town, South Africa 1966

Megan's Goodnight prayer (6 years old) 1/31/1991
US at war with Iraq (1st Persian Gulf War)
*As recorded by my mother*


"I wish that we never went to war and for all the kids that miss their mommies and daddies, I hope they come home soon.
And the people of Iraq, the people who died, I don't know what to say because that's just really sad. And we all have to say a humungus prayer that the war ends soon.
Angel of God.......
Amen"



If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look something like the following:
*Please note that in these trying times there figures are bound to be worse, this is an article from awhile back*

There would be:
57 Asians
21 Europeans
14 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south
8 Africans

52 would be female
48 would be male

70 would be non-white
30 would be white

70 would be non-Christian
30 would be Christian

89 would be heterosexual
11 would be homosexual

6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth and all
6 would be from the United States

80 would live in substandard housing
70 would be unable to read
50 would suffer from malnutrition
1 would be near death; 1 would be near birth
1 (yes only 1) would have a college education
1 would own a computer

When one considers our world from such a compressed perspective, the need for acceptance, understanding, and education becomes glaringly apparent.

The following is also something to ponder...

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness... you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation... you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.

If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death... you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.

If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep.... you are richer than 75% of this world.

If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a  dish someplace... you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.

If your parents are still alive and still married... you are very rare, even in the United States and Canada.

If you can read this message, you just received double blessing in that someone was thinking of you, and furthermore, you are more blessed than over 2 billion people in the world that cannot read at all.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.

"All things are connected.
We did not weave
the web of life.
We are but a strand in it.
Whatever
befalls
the earth
befalls the people of the earth."

~Chief Seattle~
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Where Do You See Potential?

Posted on Oct 3rd, 2006 by Tree Song : Wandering Tree Song

I have lived a life of second chances and many opportunities to experience fresh starts. I view life as a daily occurrence to grow and fill the day with new experiences. "We learn something new everyday" is not just a cliche to me, it is a truth I strive to experience each day.  Last night when I was having a conversation  with someone I am growing very fond of,  I thought of a list, a intimate view of how different types of people find potential in their lives, their passions, and the things that bring them the means to start fresh, and grow.

Where do you find Potential?

~ To an Painter it is a blank canvas, an assortment of paints, a colorful variety of handmade paper.

~ To a Writer it can be found on the lined pages of a journal, the blinking cursor on a blank document, an office supply store, a random collection of funky themed pencils waiting to be sharpened.

~ To a Mother it is held within the sparkle of their babies eyes, the first word their child speaks, the last night they spend at home before the nest empties.

~ To a Photographer it hides within light and shadow, gathers itself within cracked windows and faded pages of newspaper blowing in the wind.

~To a Doctor it belongs within the patient, the process of finding what ails, and bringing health to make whole, it is in the face of a patient who puts their hope into the doctor's knowledge, hoping there is something they don't know that will fix what is broken.

~ To a Poet it prospers from the depths of emotions, circles around the mysteries of life, and lands on a page to recreate what was only felt and observed before it called the page its home.

~ To a Cook it permeates from fresh herbs and spices, circling around the kitchen, dancing around utensils, and heats and cools within a cascade of dishes that linger on tongues, and brings smiles from content stomachs.

~ To a Therapist it is held within the embedded hope of a client, the knowing that within the depths of a soul that sees darkness, their is a light that can be grasped, it is within their heart that feels such compassion no wall is too strong that a door cannot be found, and a key forged to open the door to healing.

~ To a Baker it can be found amongst the whispers of children's longings, antsy to take a taste of their creations, buried in sprinkles, mixed with flour and sugar, topped with an abundance of flavors to make the pickiest "sweet-tooth" satisfied.

~ To a Grandparent it is held within a loving embrace, stirs within the scent of banana bread baking in the oven, prances down the stairs on Sunday morning, exudes from the comfort of freshly washed linens, that await grandchildren fresh from a bath, where they remembered to wash behind their ears.

~ To a Musician it travels in the air, spends time with the birds flying within the wind, its grandeur finds shelter upon the ivories of the piano, the vibrating strings of the guitar, and the high pitched melody of the flute.

~To each of you that wander throughout your day, where do you find your potential?

~I am reminded how much passes me by, "another day", I think tomorrow, yes, tomorrow, I see this lost potential sadly fall within its mass to the floor. Today is the day I pick it up, look it straight in the eye, and take action.  It is Now not Then, I see clearly what has been calling me, it is immense it unravels before me.  I welcome it's lessons. ~

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Rumi's Poetry Expresses How I Love

Posted on Oct 2nd, 2006 by Tree Song : Wandering Tree Song


 
In your light I learn how to love.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest
where no one sees you,

but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
~RUMI~




Some Kiss We Want

There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch

of spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling!

At night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine.

Breathe into me. Close
the language-door and open the love-window.
The moon won't use the door,
only the window.

~RUMI~





I hear nothng in my ear
but your voice.
Heart has plundered mind
of its eloquence.

Love writes a transparent
calligraphy, so on
the empty page my soul
can read and recollect.

~RUMI~




The minute I heard my first love story
 I started looking for you, not knowing
 how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.


~RUMI~
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