another autumn rising
this dream awakens
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sunflower Field ~ September Afternoon ~ Remembering Who We Are
Maude: I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They're so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don't know. One of these, maybe.
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they're all alike.
Maude: Oooh, but they're not. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All kinds of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are 'this', [she points to a daisy] yet allow themselves be treated as 'that'. [she gestures to a field of daisies].
[cut to a shot of a field of gravestones in a military cemetery]
Monday, September 5, 2011
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