happiness!!

“Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.” --Hafiz

As the Psalm says,

"Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts." (42.7)

this seems appropriate

Our enemies are not demons
but human beings like ourselves.
The decent person doesn't wish them personal harm.
Nor do they rejoice in victory.

Enter a battle gravely
with sorrow and with great compassion
as if attending a funeral.

Tao Te Ching

I'm wicked psychic yo

Yesterday I went for a run in the drizzle and as I was walking back on my cool down I went by the alley behind my apartment building. The alley is lined with garbage, recycle and compost bins and reeks real bad-like. The smell of the rubbish got me wondering about waste in general, and how we deal with it--compactors in kitchens, land fills, litter, yuck. What if trash could be melted and then used for another purpose, such as fuel or to make plastic playgrounds in Siberia or something to that effect? I forgot to look this up on the Internet (aka "rabbit hole") when I got home and haven't returned to the thought since ... until ...

I am on the UN Wire email list. You should be too, it's rad. In today's UN Wire is a link to an article about a communal cookstove in Kenya that is helping to reduce trash by using it as fuel, which also meets the needs of the people living in the slum as they cannot afford charcoal or firewood. Not only is this uplifting and a brilliant fusion of science and social service, BUT ALSO, I am like, totally psychic. Be impresed.

in the morning

Magnificent
The morning was, a memorable pomp,
More glorious than I ever had beheld.
The sea was laughing at a distance; all
The solid mountains were as bright as clouds,
Grain-tinctured, drench'd in empyrean light;
And in the meadows and the lower grounds,
Was all the sweetness of a common dawn--
Dews, vapours, and the melody of birds,
And labourers going forth into the fields.
Ah! Need I say, dear friend, that to the brim
My heart was full? I made no vows, but vows
Were then made for me: bond unknown to me
Was given, that I should be--else sinning greatly--
A dedicated spirit. On I walked
In blessedness, which even yet remains.


William Wordsworth


Additionally, today sounds like this.