At The Table In My Sunroom: Cowgirl Philosophy

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Cowgirl Philosophy

"The way I figure it, Heaven and Hell are right here on Earth. Heaven is living in your hopes and Hell is living in your fears. It's up to each individual which one he chooses." Bonanza Jellybean. Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, by Tom Robbins.

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Rosaria WilliamsNovember 1, 2009 at 3:08 PM
Love this. It captures a whole lot of confidence and practicality.
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stevenNovember 1, 2009 at 7:57 PM
hello jennifer, i let the heaven and hell thing go when i was in my teens. it felt so strange to me to have just two possibilities - one that i really wanted and one i really didn't!! i had a sense that there might be more to this place than that. i think there is. my life is far - very far - from whatever perfect might be but i live with hope borne through my wish to bring whatever goodness i can into this world in whatever time this body allows me. so on i go! sweet evening. steven
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♥ BrajaNovember 8, 2009 at 9:01 PM
Ain't that the truth....
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Thanks for visiting. I love having you at my table with me.

A time has come in my life to reach into another place, to reach into a cobwebbed and stiff part of my brain - the creative part. And then, maybe to take what I find to hold it out to share. You see, I have never been creative (and am still not, you might say); I have experienced the world analytically. I now see there is so much more to the world than that.

This started with an idea to write a photo-journal to myself. In that journal, I would write and take photos of details to CONTEMPLATE the numerous sparkles of life I have around me, and CAPTURE them to last. So here I am, come join me....

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

"The Road Less Travelled" by Robert Frost

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Cowgirl Philosophy

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