*Earthrise at 80* At previous decade markers, I have posted a series of humorous quotes that have marked my journey (Like *“**Regular naps prevent old age, especially if you take them while driving.”*) This time, the quote is a bit longer and one we used in the LENS culture lecture taken from a Zen myth: *There was once a man who was being chased by a ferocious tiger across a field. At the edge of the field there was a cliff. In order to escape the jaws of the tiger, the man caught hold of a vine and swung himself over the edge of the cliff. Dangling down, he saw, to his dismay, there were more tigers on the ground below him! And, furthermore, two little mice were gnawing on the vine to which he clung. He knew that at any moment he would fall to certain death. That's when he noticed a wild strawberry growing on the cliff wall. Clutching the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other and put it in his mouth. How sweet it tasted* At 80, the tigers seem to be growling more vigorously and the mice gnawing with renewed energy. But the strawberries are sweeter than ever. Here’s an example: Aspen trees are abundantly scattered through the higher elevations of Colorado, and they provide visible markings of the season. In summertime, their tiny leaves vibrate with a shimmering effect that celebrates the slightest zephyr of a breeze. In the autumn, those same leaves provide a yellow and gold contrast to the glum and foreboding forest. In the spring, their green buds provide an aroma of freshness heralding wonder to come. But winter is their season of artistry. Barren of leaves with naked limbs protruding in all directions, they stand tall with trunks displaying a visual language of indecipherable script. Each trunk is unique as though possessing its own hieroglyphics. Were the language audible it would be cacophonous, but in silence it is art, with each trunk determined to display its own message. [image: image.png] [image: image.png] There are no smooth white barks among the aspens. They all seem to have stories to tell, and their language is graphic art. Wonder seems to be present wherever I look; it just takes paying attention. The strawberries are sweeter than ever.
Beautiful, John. Thank you. Welcome to Sage-hood. Jann McGuire, privileged to live near a Sierra Nevada site called "Quaking Aspen". On Fri, May 17, 2019 at 8:13 AM John Epps via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
*Earthrise at 80*
At previous decade markers, I have posted a series of humorous quotes that have marked my journey (Like *“**Regular naps prevent old age, especially if you take them while driving.”*) This time, the quote is a bit longer and one we used in the LENS culture lecture taken from a Zen myth: *There was once a man who was being chased by a ferocious tiger across a field. At the edge of the field there was a cliff. In order to escape the jaws of the tiger, the man caught hold of a vine and swung himself over the edge of the cliff. Dangling down, he saw, to his dismay, there were more tigers on the ground below him! And, furthermore, two little mice were gnawing on the vine to which he clung. He knew that at any moment he would fall to certain death. That's when he noticed a wild strawberry growing on the cliff wall. Clutching the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other and put it in his mouth. How sweet it tasted*
At 80, the tigers seem to be growling more vigorously and the mice gnawing with renewed energy. But the strawberries are sweeter than ever. Here’s an example:
Aspen trees are abundantly scattered through the higher elevations of Colorado, and they provide visible markings of the season. In summertime, their tiny leaves vibrate with a shimmering effect that celebrates the slightest zephyr of a breeze. In the autumn, those same leaves provide a yellow and gold contrast to the glum and foreboding forest. In the spring, their green buds provide an aroma of freshness heralding wonder to come.
But winter is their season of artistry. Barren of leaves with naked limbs protruding in all directions, they stand tall with trunks displaying a visual language of indecipherable script. Each trunk is unique as though possessing its own hieroglyphics. Were the language audible it would be cacophonous, but in silence it is art, with each trunk determined to display its own message.
[image: image.png] [image: image.png]
There are no smooth white barks among the aspens. They all seem to have stories to tell, and their language is graphic art.
Wonder seems to be present wherever I look; it just takes paying attention. The strawberries are sweeter than ever. _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
What a treat to read John. Thank you for your poetic images. It gave me a sense of how to ’see’ the Australian trees I love. With love and in peace, Isobel Bishop. Isobel and Jim Bishop isobeljimbish@optusnet.com.au
On 18 May 2019, at 1:13 am, John Epps via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Earthrise at 80
At previous decade markers, I have posted a series of humorous quotes that have marked my journey (Like “Regular naps prevent old age, especially if you take them while driving.”) This time, the quote is a bit longer and one we used in the LENS culture lecture taken from a Zen myth: There was once a man who was being chased by a ferocious tiger across a field. At the edge of the field there was a cliff. In order to escape the jaws of the tiger, the man caught hold of a vine and swung himself over the edge of the cliff. Dangling down, he saw, to his dismay, there were more tigers on the ground below him! And, furthermore, two little mice were gnawing on the vine to which he clung. He knew that at any moment he would fall to certain death. That's when he noticed a wild strawberry growing on the cliff wall. Clutching the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other and put it in his mouth. How sweet it tasted
At 80, the tigers seem to be growling more vigorously and the mice gnawing with renewed energy. But the strawberries are sweeter than ever. Here’s an example:
Aspen trees are abundantly scattered through the higher elevations of Colorado, and they provide visible markings of the season. In summertime, their tiny leaves vibrate with a shimmering effect that celebrates the slightest zephyr of a breeze. In the autumn, those same leaves provide a yellow and gold contrast to the glum and foreboding forest. In the spring, their green buds provide an aroma of freshness heralding wonder to come.
But winter is their season of artistry. Barren of leaves with naked limbs protruding in all directions, they stand tall with trunks displaying a visual language of indecipherable script. Each trunk is unique as though possessing its own hieroglyphics. Were the language audible it would be cacophonous, but in silence it is art, with each trunk determined to display its own message.
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There are no smooth white barks among the aspens. They all seem to have stories to tell, and their language is graphic art.
Wonder seems to be present wherever I look; it just takes paying attention. The strawberries are sweeter than ever.
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Thanks for the birthday witness, John, very helpful to me these days. Nancy Trask 515-505-0456 nancy50273@centurylink.net ----- Original Message ----- From: John Epps via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> To: Order Ecumenical Community <oe@wedgeblade.net> Cc: John Epps <jlepps39@gmail.com> Sent: Fri, 17 May 2019 11:13:25 -0400 (EDT) Subject: [Oe List ...] Earthrise at 80 *Earthrise at 80* At previous decade markers, I have posted a series of humorous quotes that have marked my journey (Like *“**Regular naps prevent old age, especially if you take them while driving.”*) This time, the quote is a bit longer and one we used in the LENS culture lecture taken from a Zen myth: *There was once a man who was being chased by a ferocious tiger across a field. At the edge of the field there was a cliff. In order to escape the jaws of the tiger, the man caught hold of a vine and swung himself over the edge of the cliff. Dangling down, he saw, to his dismay, there were more tigers on the ground below him! And, furthermore, two little mice were gnawing on the vine to which he clung. He knew that at any moment he would fall to certain death. That's when he noticed a wild strawberry growing on the cliff wall. Clutching the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other and put it in his mouth. How sweet it tasted* At 80, the tigers seem to be growling more vigorously and the mice gnawing with renewed energy. But the strawberries are sweeter than ever. Here’s an example: Aspen trees are abundantly scattered through the higher elevations of Colorado, and they provide visible markings of the season. In summertime, their tiny leaves vibrate with a shimmering effect that celebrates the slightest zephyr of a breeze. In the autumn, those same leaves provide a yellow and gold contrast to the glum and foreboding forest. In the spring, their green buds provide an aroma of freshness heralding wonder to come. But winter is their season of artistry. Barren of leaves with naked limbs protruding in all directions, they stand tall with trunks displaying a visual language of indecipherable script. Each trunk is unique as though possessing its own hieroglyphics. Were the language audible it would be cacophonous, but in silence it is art, with each trunk determined to display its own message. [image: image.png] [image: image.png] There are no smooth white barks among the aspens. They all seem to have stories to tell, and their language is graphic art. Wonder seems to be present wherever I look; it just takes paying attention. The strawberries are sweeter than ever.
Celebrating the sweetest of life with you John! Sent from my iPhone
On May 17, 2019, at 10:51 PM, Nancy Trask via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Thanks for the birthday witness, John, very helpful to me these days.
Nancy Trask 515-505-0456 nancy50273@centurylink.net
----- Original Message ----- From: John Epps via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> To: Order Ecumenical Community <oe@wedgeblade.net> Cc: John Epps <jlepps39@gmail.com> Sent: Fri, 17 May 2019 11:13:25 -0400 (EDT) Subject: [Oe List ...] Earthrise at 80
*Earthrise at 80*
At previous decade markers, I have posted a series of humorous quotes that have marked my journey (Like *“**Regular naps prevent old age, especially if you take them while driving.”*) This time, the quote is a bit longer and one we used in the LENS culture lecture taken from a Zen myth: *There was once a man who was being chased by a ferocious tiger across a field. At the edge of the field there was a cliff. In order to escape the jaws of the tiger, the man caught hold of a vine and swung himself over the edge of the cliff. Dangling down, he saw, to his dismay, there were more tigers on the ground below him! And, furthermore, two little mice were gnawing on the vine to which he clung. He knew that at any moment he would fall to certain death. That's when he noticed a wild strawberry growing on the cliff wall. Clutching the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other and put it in his mouth. How sweet it tasted*
At 80, the tigers seem to be growling more vigorously and the mice gnawing with renewed energy. But the strawberries are sweeter than ever. Here’s an example:
Aspen trees are abundantly scattered through the higher elevations of Colorado, and they provide visible markings of the season. In summertime, their tiny leaves vibrate with a shimmering effect that celebrates the slightest zephyr of a breeze. In the autumn, those same leaves provide a yellow and gold contrast to the glum and foreboding forest. In the spring, their green buds provide an aroma of freshness heralding wonder to come.
But winter is their season of artistry. Barren of leaves with naked limbs protruding in all directions, they stand tall with trunks displaying a visual language of indecipherable script. Each trunk is unique as though possessing its own hieroglyphics. Were the language audible it would be cacophonous, but in silence it is art, with each trunk determined to display its own message.
[image: image.png] [image: image.png]
There are no smooth white barks among the aspens. They all seem to have stories to tell, and their language is graphic art.
Wonder seems to be present wherever I look; it just takes paying attention. The strawberries are sweeter than ever.
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Beautiful John - we celebrate this milestone with you. Yesterday we went to a Cosmology focussed gathering at a small house retreat centre in Wentworth Falls in the beautiful Blue Mountains. These gatherings are at the invitation of Sr Jacinta sgs who loves to photograph nature in all its beauty. The theme of yesterday's gathering was 'Autumn' and she began by reading this poem: " Blessed are you autumn, Season of surrender, You teach us the wisdom of letting go as you draw us into new ways of living. Blessed are you, autumn, Season of unpredictability, you inspire us to be flexible to learn from our shifting moods. Blessed are you, autumn, Season of bounty, you change our hearts into fountains of gratitude as we receive your gracious gifts." *Joyce Rupp* After the liturgy, we have a quiet time when we can wander out into her garden which yesterday was adorned with a variety of small to larger trees each with their unique covering of autumn leaves in reds, yellows, & orange. I was also noticing the trunks of the eucalyptus trees - and as you say, each with their unique markings. Blessings to you John & Elaine On Sat, May 18, 2019 at 1:13 AM John Epps via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
*Earthrise at 80*
At previous decade markers, I have posted a series of humorous quotes that have marked my journey (Like *“**Regular naps prevent old age, especially if you take them while driving.”*) This time, the quote is a bit longer and one we used in the LENS culture lecture taken from a Zen myth: *There was once a man who was being chased by a ferocious tiger across a field. At the edge of the field there was a cliff. In order to escape the jaws of the tiger, the man caught hold of a vine and swung himself over the edge of the cliff. Dangling down, he saw, to his dismay, there were more tigers on the ground below him! And, furthermore, two little mice were gnawing on the vine to which he clung. He knew that at any moment he would fall to certain death. That's when he noticed a wild strawberry growing on the cliff wall. Clutching the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other and put it in his mouth. How sweet it tasted*
At 80, the tigers seem to be growling more vigorously and the mice gnawing with renewed energy. But the strawberries are sweeter than ever. Here’s an example:
Aspen trees are abundantly scattered through the higher elevations of Colorado, and they provide visible markings of the season. In summertime, their tiny leaves vibrate with a shimmering effect that celebrates the slightest zephyr of a breeze. In the autumn, those same leaves provide a yellow and gold contrast to the glum and foreboding forest. In the spring, their green buds provide an aroma of freshness heralding wonder to come.
But winter is their season of artistry. Barren of leaves with naked limbs protruding in all directions, they stand tall with trunks displaying a visual language of indecipherable script. Each trunk is unique as though possessing its own hieroglyphics. Were the language audible it would be cacophonous, but in silence it is art, with each trunk determined to display its own message.
[image: image.png] [image: image.png]
There are no smooth white barks among the aspens. They all seem to have stories to tell, and their language is graphic art.
Wonder seems to be present wherever I look; it just takes paying attention. The strawberries are sweeter than ever. _______________________________________________ OE mailing list OE@lists.wedgeblade.net http://lists.wedgeblade.net/listinfo.cgi/oe-wedgeblade.net
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Thanks so much John, a stunning comment on the human condition, and on you. Happy birthday, Paul PAUL SCHRIJNEN pschrijnen@aol.com
On 17 May 2019, at 16:13, John Epps via OE <oe@lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:
Earthrise at 80
At previous decade markers, I have posted a series of humorous quotes that have marked my journey (Like “Regular naps prevent old age, especially if you take them while driving.”) This time, the quote is a bit longer and one we used in the LENS culture lecture taken from a Zen myth: There was once a man who was being chased by a ferocious tiger across a field. At the edge of the field there was a cliff. In order to escape the jaws of the tiger, the man caught hold of a vine and swung himself over the edge of the cliff. Dangling down, he saw, to his dismay, there were more tigers on the ground below him! And, furthermore, two little mice were gnawing on the vine to which he clung. He knew that at any moment he would fall to certain death. That's when he noticed a wild strawberry growing on the cliff wall. Clutching the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other and put it in his mouth. How sweet it tasted
At 80, the tigers seem to be growling more vigorously and the mice gnawing with renewed energy. But the strawberries are sweeter than ever. Here’s an example:
Aspen trees are abundantly scattered through the higher elevations of Colorado, and they provide visible markings of the season. In summertime, their tiny leaves vibrate with a shimmering effect that celebrates the slightest zephyr of a breeze. In the autumn, those same leaves provide a yellow and gold contrast to the glum and foreboding forest. In the spring, their green buds provide an aroma of freshness heralding wonder to come.
But winter is their season of artistry. Barren of leaves with naked limbs protruding in all directions, they stand tall with trunks displaying a visual language of indecipherable script. Each trunk is unique as though possessing its own hieroglyphics. Were the language audible it would be cacophonous, but in silence it is art, with each trunk determined to display its own message.
There are no smooth white barks among the aspens. They all seem to have stories to tell, and their language is graphic art.
Wonder seems to be present wherever I look; it just takes paying attention. The strawberries are sweeter than ever.
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