Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. 1. The Road Not Taken TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler...Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Lake flies Pt. 2
I am quite happy to report that the existence of Lake flies is a sign that the Lake is healthy. When a lake is polluted, Lake fly eggs die. The lake flies ultimate purpose in life is to be food for many fish that live in our lakes. So they do have a very good purpose. I am less annoyed with them now that I know their lives are sacrificial in nature. Long live the Lake fly!
Lake Flies
Sometimes I wonder why certain things in God's Creation are actually in existence. Why? Well, it's lake fly season in Wisconsin and they are all over everything. For weeks the eggs lie dormant in the lake, and then in Spring they hatch and fly around for a few weeks, then they die. Just as quickly as they come they leave. Such a brief life. For what? I think I just might have to Google this. Constantly in search of the truth, I can't let something like this go. No matter how seemingly insignificant,because, as a matter of fact, I actually don't believe that anything IS insignificant. Another post on my findings will follow.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Possibilities
Endless, timeless; the ideas rushing through my head.
Possibilities like a fragrance, here then gone again
Leaving behind a lingering sweetness.
Such is my life at the moment. I feel myself so full of possibilities, and just brimming with ideas, but none of them ever going anywhere. Instead, I am left with the reality of things undone, and hopeful yearning. The key is the hope I suppose. Never losing sight of the hope is what keeps me sane. Writing is something I have loved since I was a little girl, but I never kept a diary. Why is that? Lethargy. A "disease" I've had for as long as I can remember.
leth·ar·gy: the quality or state of being drowsy and dull, listless and unenergetic, or indifferent and lazy; apathetic or sluggish inactivity.
That word sums up my life. Why am I this way? I don't know, or rather, I don't want to know.
Mind active, body inactive. Where do the two meet. Sometimes I feel as if they are two totally separate entities; my mind and my body. How often I have longed for the day when the two will finally work as one, the day when lethargy will seem but a dream. Passion, the "white stag" I have hunted for years finally seems possible to catch. In a lot of ways this blog is healing, allowing me to put down my thoughts, but not chastising me when I don't.
Possibilities like a fragrance, here then gone again
Leaving behind a lingering sweetness.
Such is my life at the moment. I feel myself so full of possibilities, and just brimming with ideas, but none of them ever going anywhere. Instead, I am left with the reality of things undone, and hopeful yearning. The key is the hope I suppose. Never losing sight of the hope is what keeps me sane. Writing is something I have loved since I was a little girl, but I never kept a diary. Why is that? Lethargy. A "disease" I've had for as long as I can remember.
leth·ar·gy: the quality or state of being drowsy and dull, listless and unenergetic, or indifferent and lazy; apathetic or sluggish inactivity.
That word sums up my life. Why am I this way? I don't know, or rather, I don't want to know.
Mind active, body inactive. Where do the two meet. Sometimes I feel as if they are two totally separate entities; my mind and my body. How often I have longed for the day when the two will finally work as one, the day when lethargy will seem but a dream. Passion, the "white stag" I have hunted for years finally seems possible to catch. In a lot of ways this blog is healing, allowing me to put down my thoughts, but not chastising me when I don't.
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