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Protein Cocktail Elixir – Secret of Longevity? » Right Juris

From Longfellow's Evangeline . . .

NOW had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer,
And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters.
Birds of passage sailed through the leaden air, from the ice-bound,
Desolate northern bays to the shores of tropical islands.
Harvests were gathered in; and wild with the winds of September
Wrestled the trees of the forests, as Jacob of old with the angel.
All the signs foretold a winter long and inclement.
Bees, with prophetic instinct of want, had hoarded their honey
Till the hives overflowed; and the Indian hunters asserted
Cold would the winter be, for thick was the fur of the foxes.
Such was the advent of autumn. Then followed that beautiful season,
Called by the pious Acadian peasants the Summer of All-Saints!
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

Only We Create Our Limits . . .

It's been hot. That sticky heat that screams 100% humidity. Peoples' attitudes are being pushed into a negative flow. Yesterday it seemed that hot and bothered came to a crescendo in the the faces and feelings of the people I encountered.

I heard a woman in church lamenting about the humidity, saw a disgruntled father riding herd over three children and dripping ice cream cones, and heard a group of people having a heavy discussion about all the chaos dragging through the world . . .

Days like these pull you away from being upbeat and feeling connected to your inner muse. It seems like all my creativity and inspiration melted with the humidity and the projects and work I needed them for were just as sticky and oppressive as the heat.

With sundown and the night settling in I detected a definite shift in how I was feeling. The air had noticeably cooled as I sat in a lawn chair in the darkness. The night sounds of the locust were the only music to break the silence.

I peered up into the blackness of the night sky and saw a million stars overhead and suddenly felt very small and amazed at the limitlessness before me. This magnificent display made me also think about the limitlessness of our own possibilities in life in general. How can one sit in the midst of such majesty and feel any limitations?

Do you believe in the limitlessness of your experience as a human being---or do you create limits or boundaries for yourself. There are so many people who have "disabilities" that move through their lives inspired, happy and doing what they want. Their "disabilities" don't confine or define them and they certainly don't hold them back.

People looking on may be held back by what they perceive with their minds as "disabilities" these people are "enduring". I used to teach beginning swimming to teens and special needs children. I remember one day two of the teens were moody and in a snit about something and their immediate refrain was "I can't".
They had set up an attitude in their minds and their behavior that said "I can't" was who they were.

I asked these teens to stay late and to watch the lesson for the special needs children. What those teens learned that day as they watched was that we create our own limits.

The special needs kids had physical and mental disabilities . . .in a broad range but they were excited and did not let anything hold them back from conquering the challenges that the pool held for them. It was clear for these teens that "I can't" was not part of the mindset of the kids they watched that day in the special needs program.

I was reminded of this experience as I thought about a new statue of Helen Keller that was unveiled at the Capitol Building in Washington, D.C. It is a wonderful depiction of Helen Keller as a girl at the well hand pump. Learning to connect with her environment and herself through touch, despite her "disabilities". Refusing to accept limitations Helen Keller thirved in her life and was a pioneer for all of those who have to overcome "disabilities" throughout the world.

Our mind can be our biggest enemy or our strongest ally. Which is it for you?? Refusing to set ourselves up with limitations is the first step toward limitless possibilities.

How do you let your mind describe you and how you experience yourself in the human condition?

How would you describe yourself? Do you have an openness to possibilities, to a strong belief in yourself . . .?

When you are open to the belief of the limitlessness of your experience as a human you have taken the first step to connect with your strongest ally.

Pick a clear night and sit outside at about midnight and look up into the firmament. Revel in the limitlessness you see before you and take the time to ponder your own possibilities. What possibilities can life hold for you in the future?

Ahhhhhhhh sweet summer!

It's June! How sweet is that! Long days, warm starlit nights, NO CLASSES! That third one is music to my ears in the summer. I am one of those people who has to soak up summer full out---submerge myself, be it outside in the grass, in the garden, under the trees, near the lake or on the water. When I was a kid and summer was approaching, school suddenly became almost unbearable for me. The sun gods were calling my name and it was nigh unto impossible for me to concentrate on anything that was going on in that drab existence in the classroom.

That is why I really still relish the freedom of NO CLASSES in the summer. It is particularly sweet this summer, as I tease my colleagues as they struggle through their summer studies. What is it that makes you love to torment someone else whose in the midst of that summer school misery? Is it because you have been there one too many times yourself? I am certain that is a big part of it----na,na,na, na-na, I don't have to suffer that cruel and unusual summer torment!

Take it from an expert on the subject, summer was meant for daydreaming, kicking back, reading, reflecting, snoozing on the lawn, fishin' and enjoying the warm summer sunshine out-of-doors. "It just tain't natural for no book learnin'." I betcha Mark Twain would back me up on that statement.

Now I have to admit that I have started to feel summer slippin' away as we are moving into July and I remember how the days begin to fly by after the 4th. Stores will be taunting me with all of their school supplies and I regret to admit I have already signed up for fall classes---another sign that summertime is fleeting.

That is why I have to take the time to enjoy these warm summer mornings when the daylight breaks the darkness before 5 a.m. and the sultry evenings when the fireflies blink like nature's billboard in the dusk over the cornfields and the midnight sky is ablaze with a million stars free for the viewing.

It is absolutely imperative to take Henry David Thoreau's sage advice and "Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, ..." So you'll have to excuse me if you don't see my ramblings committed to these pages during these summer days and nights. My mind is not tuned to software, soliloquy or Shakespeare. It is caught up with the rest of my soul on dreamin' under the midnight sky, driftin' off under the soft rustle of the oaks and spending time seriously reflecting on whether this is the summer I am going to catch that big fish at the lake that got away from me last year.

Ahhh yes summer----it doesn't get any sweeter than this dulcet season. I truly have felt sympathy pain for those of you who are harnessed to the delirium of that textbook, whose eyes suffer from the glaze that comes from too many hours in front of that CRT screen and can be identified from your classroom pallor. You poor things, you poor, poor things. I hope your torment subsides before summer flees this year. If it does---you can find me laying out in the hammock by the lake. HEE-HEE! I'll be the one with the sly grin on my face.

Freedom is . . .

never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like in the United States where men were free. ~