Saturday

A Poem by Billy Collins


Good Morning, 

May has arrived and National Poetry Month is over. April was spent pouring through all the volumes of poetry on the bookshelves, in order to find poems to be posted on Poetry for Open Spaces. Old familiar poems from childhood were rediscovered, and new poems were found in books that have been on the shelf for years. Here is one that I thought perfectly suited the mood of the The Early Riser.









Morning

Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,

then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many pointed stars?

This is the best –
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso –

maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins –
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,


dictionary and atlas open on the rug,
the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,
a cello on the radio,

and if necessary, the windows-
trees fifty, a hundred years old
out there,
heavy clouds on the way
and the lawn steaming like a horse
in the early morning.

                           Billy Collins


Collins, Billy. “Morning.” Sailing Alone Around the Room. New York: Random House, 2002. p. 100.

Wednesday

National Poetry Month

Good Morning,


It has been a while since The Early Riser has posted. That is because it is National Poetry Month and I have started a new initiative called Poetry for Open Spaces.

Poetry for Open Spaces was created in April of 2015 in honor of National Poetry Month. This initiative was developed to promote the appreciation of poetry and the exploration of nature.

There are many ways to work toward preserving our earth. Spending time in nature fosters awareness. Awareness inspires action. Reading the words of poets who appreciate nature offers a fresh perspective.


The hectic pace of modern life takes us away from the natural world. Sadly, we have to put some degree of effort into finding the time and space to take a walk in the woods, or discover the beautiful places in our own communities. The walks that will nourish you are closer than you think.  

For the month of April, The Early Riser has been posting a poem each day on Poetry for Open Spaces. All of the poems feature themes that focus on some aspect of the natural world. A variety of poets have been represented. There are more to come.

Read a poem – Take a walk - Become a steward of our open spaces.



Saturday

The Paschal Moon

Good Morning,




April 3,2015


Hot Cross Buns

Good Morning,

Today is April 3, 2015, the moon is full, and it is Good Friday. This particular moon is called the Paschal Moon. It is the first full moon after the Vernal Equinox, and is used to determine the date for Easter.

In our household, the tradition is to rise early on Good Friday and make hot cross buns. The process begins when it is still dark and the moon is shining in through the kitchen window. It takes a few hours to make the buns, which allows time to watch the sun rise. It is always a joy.

Here is our recipe:

Hot Cross Buns

Ingredients:
2 envelopes yeast (2 Tablespoons)
¼ cup of lukewarm water
1 Tablespoon of brown sugar
1 ½ cups of milk
½ cup of butter
½ cup of brown sugar
1 ½ teaspoons of salt
2 eggs
3 cups flour (I use a mixture of unbleached and whole wheat pastry flour)
2 teaspoons of cinnamon
1 teaspoon of cloves
½ teaspoon of nutmeg
1 cup raisins

1. Dissolve 2 envelopes yeast (2 Tablespoons) in ¼ cup of lukewarm water with 1 Tablespoon of brown sugar
2. Scald 1 ½ cups of milk. Add ½ cup of butter, ½ cup of brown sugar and 1 ½ teaspoons of salt. Cool.
3. Beat two eggs until light and combine with cooled milk and yeast mixture.
4. Sift 3 cups flour with 2 teaspoons cinnamon, 1 teaspoon cloves, and ½ teaspoon nutmeg.
5. Add yeast mixture to above and beat with a mixer for 4 minutes.
6. Toss fruit with ½ cup of flour and mix into sponge. Continue adding flour until you get a firm dough.
7. Set in pan of warm water until it rises and is double in size (approximately and hour or more).
8. Beat down and form into 20 balls. Place on a greased cookie sheet. Let it rise again, approximately 45 minutes to an hour.
9. Bake 15 minutes in a 400 degree oven.

Enjoy!
    

The Choices We Make

Good Morning,

                           “March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb”

Birds nest in the Star Magnolia

Yesterday, was the first day of spring. It seems that the lion is still present. It began snowing around 4:00 in the afternoon. This morning it is still going strong. It is a beautiful spring snow, light and quick to melt. 

Piping Boy - March 21, 2015


A friend sent this link to Elizabeth Gilbert’s Facebook page. It is a posting about bitterness as a choice, rather than an inevitability. I loved her image of building a lifeboat for yourself out of goodness. It is definitely worth reading.

https://www.facebook.com/GilbertLiz/posts/793397364075714:0


Sunday

More On Forgiveness

Good Morning,

Connie Schultz is a Pulitzer Prize winning journalist and regular contributor to our local paper. I never miss reading one of her articles. Yesterday, the article posted below appeared. In light of the January post on the Forgiveness Project, it seemed fitting that this article should be included here as a shining example of what can be possible if we work toward change.


Fifty years have past since the events in Selma and Montgomery. For those of us who lived through the era of segregation, the recent events there are both moving and inspiring.  


A Brighter Legacy of Selma

By CONNIE SCHULTZ
The morning after President Obama delivered his soaring speech in Selma, former Gov. George Wallace’s 65-year-old daughter stood on the steps of the Alabama Capitol and — in a soft, sometimes quivering voice — renounced the acts of hate committed there by her father.

“It was here,” Peggy Wallace Kennedy said, “that I heard my father say the words ‘segregation now, segregation tomorrow and segregation forever.’
“It was here that my father fought to support a culture of exclusion, riding on the wings of fear rather than seeking justice on the wings of eagles.”

The Faith and Politics Institute had organized the weekend pilgrimage to Alabama for the 50th commemoration of Selma. The crowd in Montgomery included civil rights activists and their survivors, the current governor of Alabama and members of Congress, including Freedom Rider John Lewis, who 50 years ago was nearly beaten to death by state troopers on the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma. “My friend,” he called her. “My sister.”

Twice the audience rose to its feet in applause for this gentle, petite woman, who only in recent times has found the courage to speak publicly about the truths she has imparted to her children for years.

“For so long, I’ve been somebody’s daughter, somebody’s wife,” she said in a telephone interview the next day. “I stayed home and took care of the children. I was always in the crowd, never a leader; always learning, never teaching.”
Her life changed, she said, after she endorsed Obama in 2008. “He inspired me. He gave me a lot of courage to find my own voice and speak out. My children were older. I wanted to leave for them a legacy different from the one my father left for me.”

That legacy includes the 1963 image of her father blocking the doors at the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa, vowing to prevent integration of the campus and then stepping aside for federal troops. Such an ugly public history was bound to catch up with her children.

When her son Burns was a little boy, Kennedy and her husband, Mark, took him to visit the Martin Luther King Jr. National Historic Site in Atlanta. The child, she said in her speech, “stood still as the truth of his family’s past washed over him.” He turned to her and asked, “Why did Paw Paw do those things to other people?”

George Wallace’s daughter became the mother who dared to hope. She knelt down beside her son and pulled him close. “Paw Paw never told me why he did those things,” she said, “but I know that he was wrong. So maybe it will just have to be up to me and you to help make things right.”

One of those things was trying to make amends for the harm her father had rained down on Lewis. Her voice trembled but never broke, and she glanced at Lewis and thanked him for the gift of forgiveness in taking her hand in 2009 and walking with her across the Edmund Pettus Bridge.

“Fifty years ago,” she said, “you stood here in front of your state capitol and sought an opportunity as a citizen of Alabama to be recognized and heard by your governor, and he refused.

“But today, as his daughter and as a person of my own, I want to do for you what my father should have done and recognize you for your humanity and for your dignity as a child of God, as a person of goodwill and character, and as a fellow Alabamian and say, ‘Welcome home.’”

The standing ovation was long and loud. A few minutes later, Kennedy locked arms with Lewis and House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi and led a two-block march up Dexter Avenue to the Southern Poverty Law Center, where children would lay a wreath.

The march the day before on the Edmund Pettus Bridge had been boisterous, full of chatter and laughter against a backdrop of loud music. This time, the march was virtually silent except for the whir of media cameras and shoes meeting the pavement.

The crowd walked past Dexter Avenue King Memorial Baptist Church, where the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. used to preach. In 1979, George Wallace showed up unannounced at the church to ask for forgiveness for his racist past.
As Peggy Wallace Kennedy approached the church, John Lewis leaned in to whisper in her ear: “Your father would be very proud of you today.”

“That’s all he had to say,” she said later. “That was all I needed to hear. I wanted to pick up where my father left off. I wanted to step out of the shadow of that schoolhouse door.”
On she marched, head high and the sun at her back in Montgomery.

Saturday

Piping Boy as a Snow Gauge

Good Morning,


March 14, 2015



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