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Words on Wednesday: Hope
When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid,
the new dawn blooms as we free it.
For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it.
If only we’re brave enough to be it.
-Amanda Gorman
National Youth Poet Laurette (from The Hill we Climb)
Wake Up
Thought for the day
“When I despair, I remember
that all through history the way of truth and love have always won.
There have been tyrants and murderers,
and for a time, they can seem invincible,
but in the end, they always fall.
Think of it
–always.”
— Mahatma Gandhi
Repost: Up Up Away
Ballooning over Napa
The air over Napa Valley was crisp and clear, amply suitable for a balloon flight over the lush green wineries. A little to the south, at the Napa Airport winds were gusting 20-30 mph and fog laced the valley, lowering visibility and hindering flight. But that was not a factor for us, as we raced north in vans to Yountville where Balloons above the valley has it’s launch site. The passengers were divided into two groups. Falling into the second group, we would participate in chasing the balloon of the first flight.
Reaching the launch site, we found the balloon already unfurled, inflated, and ready for liftoff. The firs
t group of passengers boarded and within minutes were off with barely a whisper of sound. The balloon gracefully climbed, meandering at the mercy of the winds. The chase vans in due course trailed in the wake of the balloon keeping it in sight. Before long it was time to descend and land. A spot was found in the Meridian winery parking lot to land the balloon. As we watched, the balloon descended over the Meridian winery and to keep the balloon away from the planted area, a rope was used to yank it to safety.
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Fresh on Fridays: Wrought, Knit, Labors, Legacies
Thanksgiving
Have a safe one…
November is NaNoWriMo
“What are you doing tomorrow,” I asked, preoccupied with other thoughts.
“What? ” said Nathan.
“What did you say,” asked Nathan asked again.
“Oh… why don’t you come to celebrate Thanksgiving at my place? Amelia and I would be happy to have you over.” I said enthusiastically.
“Are you sure?” asked Nathan, hesitantly.
“Of course ,” I said. “You know Amelia, the more the merrier. Sri, Chung, Bob, several of Amelia’s coworkers will be there. I have invited several of my old coworkers too.” I said warmly.
“But, Frisco,’ said Nathan. “Are you sure…” as his voice drifted off. Hesitant to voice all that worried him. He eyed me, with a sad look.
One that I missed.
How could I have known what Nathan knew that day, what haunted him, and what bothered him that day. I was too carefree, my mind on Amelia, who had just…
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Repost: Happiness
Looking forward to more of this in the coming year…
“Not if the Earth looked like this, he thought. Not if you could hear the hope, and the promise like a voice, with leaves, tree trunks, and rocks instead of words…..Men have not found the words for it, nor the deed, nor the thought, but they have found the music. Let me see that in one single act of man on earth. Let me see it made real. Let me see the answer to the promise of that music. Not servants, nor those served; not altars and immolations; but the final, the fulfilled the innocent of pain. Don’t help me or serve me, but let me see it once because I need it. Don’t work for my happiness, my brothers– show me yours— show me it is possible– show me your achievement and the knowledge will give me courage for mine.”
— The Fountainhead
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Ode to Joy
Mood of the day…
Who did this?
Should have known this was coming….
Fly 'n Things 
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