Good Morning Digital Neighbors! Happy Tuesday ADD Irregulars, Phamily & Refugees! Hello again Early Birds & Later Dayers, Dawn Patrol & Day Walkers, Conversants Lurkers, Supporters, Members and Visitors to the Rubin Report, Phetasy or my own hole in the wall - @-Padre's. Where evert you come across this post, I hope the day unfolding for you is a good one.
Old Kings Lake
When we moved up to Elsberry in 1970 to the "farm" (It was really more of clubhouse with some acreage that was farmed for my grandparents.) my parents built their retirement home just up from the lake at Apex Acres. In 1973 that house was lost to the flood, but in those three years living at the lake there was so much fun at the "farm."
MUD!
The lake was sanded in front of the house, but the bottom was really this dark rich Mississippi mud. Throwing it, smearing it, making mud pies, mud balls and trying to make mud castles were all part of the joys of playing with mud. The comforting feeling of it between your toes, the way it remained on your body after smearing it on your chest or in your hair is so memorable. There was this very earthy, slightly fishy smell to the mud that made the lake mud standout from the mud outside the lake.
For all of Mom's varied issues, letting boys be boys was all part of her freedom that she did well. She wasn't too happy when we had mud fights, but boys will eventually throw something at each other, have swords fights with sticks or do something that result in some sort of accident or injury. As long as it didn't require an emergency room visit, all was good. We were only at the lake for three years, but playing near it, swimming in it, ice skating & sledding in the winter were all part of its charm. But few things compared to the goodness of mud as young boy of only 4. Happy Tuesday Digital Neighbors!
MUD
Glorious mud
Wonderful mud
Happiness is a big Puddles of mud
Mud on my head
Mud to my toes
Mud in my ears
Mud up my nose
Happiness is a big puddle of mud
Wonderful mud
Glorious mud
Author: Grandmommy-Frances
Muddy boys found on Brave - The CrumbBums
Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman François-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the “Sun King” (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.
Although he spent time as a civil servant in the French embassy to the Hague, Voltaire’s main love was writing—an endeavor where he excelled in various genres, including poetry, which led to his appointment as the royal court poet for King Louis XV. Widely recognized as one of the greatest French writers, and even hyperbolically referred to by ...
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The Beautiful
Said the Disciple to the Lover, “Sir, before I left the world I heard certain men who were held in high esteem and thought to know the will of the Beloved say that those who loved the Beautiful did not love the Beloved but loved idols, yet in the Garden of the Beloved we are ever striving to create beauty for the pleasure of the Beloved. Were they then speaking the truth?”
The Lover answered, “Those who said this had never glimpsed the form of the Beloved nor ever truly sought Him, for all beauty is but the reflection of the beauty of the Beloved, although seen very dimly as in a dark and faulty mirror, even as all goodness is a dim reflection of the goodness of the Beloved. So it is that those who love beauty and goodness recognize dimly in them the form of the Beloved and though often in ignorance those who are seeking the Beautiful and the Good are seeking after the Beloved.”
