<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:03:04 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Slang</category><category>video games</category><category>&#39;Big Al&#39;</category><category>China</category><category>Coca Cola</category><category>Pony Boy</category><category>Pow-Wow</category><category>The Smackdown</category><category>language</category><category>stirring the pot</category><category>Bryant Park</category><category>CDP</category><category>City Island</category><category>Events</category><category>New York City</category><category>Oscars</category><category>PlayStation</category><category>Recipes</category><category>Rocket List</category><category>The CDP</category><category>Tobago</category><category>Trinidad</category><category>bridges</category><category>gardening</category><category>movies</category><category>patriotism</category><category>prestige</category><category>snowstorm</category><category>walking</category><category>weeds</category><category>yoga</category><title>four seas four suns</title><description>observations and personal essays</description><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-3395204551922978371</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2018 03:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-04-11T23:09:12.457-04:00</atom:updated><title>Haiku moments - Postcards from two lives</title><atom:summary type="text">

It was seven years ago that my friend Daniela and I participated in a &quot;renku&quot; - a string of haiku composed by each of us alternately in a sort of response to the one which went before. We used Twitter as the interface and ended all of our tweets with the hash tag #renku in an attempt to &#39;file&#39; them in sequence.We had decided to go eighteen rounds, and that we did over the course of nine months.</atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2018/04/haiku-moments-postcards-from-two-lives.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkcdnPC8DcZ29qsstOahwAXzBkB2P8EcLYYN1-LMP_CeiVhRCQzpHt-JJUx0jAl02_dbzxVS187UteGDgADoLkxODhEJnzCkDaWUAurmCbpkYK0N2YoU2bUSGnezqHGnkMyK1pwK1kSCFR/s72-c/BirdinSnow+Ruled_by_Neptune.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-6857903115049653883</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2014 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-16T12:58:20.029-04:00</atom:updated><title>Not-So-Casual Observations</title><atom:summary type="text">






When the words of others find resonance somewhere inside us - they tend to stick.

These words don&#39;t have to be accurate or true, they just have to find some kind of agreement with a belief we already hold, or be ones that we are willing to consider or accept.
For me, many of these little nuggets have come from teachers. They are usually short phrases - sometimes a challenge, sometimes a </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-so-casual-observations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESmqWdtZgNH1QH43NUDeyJ66tpKp_BtsPGNrRKbrydrgN2loUFKAQ2uGpCQTLHflnDhfTVjad-9ThQDFSz2jiyPJrmybMNuUR__wiotxpXVjuAFjNUJzGsAh5VSVdLuJgB5-hZMCvZZAc/s72-c/content_woman-binoculars.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-9001446677139811902</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2014 15:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-03T12:05:25.440-04:00</atom:updated><title>Pluck</title><atom:summary type="text">



We all think our lives are important.&amp;nbsp;We live them like they are, like we are...&amp;nbsp;and who can blame us? Every one is the only game in his own lonely town.



But when that game falls apart, when that game seems to be a losing proposition, when the fun has gone out of it - then what? What happens when everything we pile on - the trick hats and fake mustaches - can&#39;t change things, or </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2014/04/pluck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1MWVEUsB9J9IyFud5Gj0mJag8RXYA72F_SPwTdaYBy76wdVY5cyGJqQDKs5XM-L13mcQG-VoxiMHVAdWZ03eh0Gn546ePgIJK6SQ_Gh3UCsahibcLUb-folBF7r-_erJvMSSm6J9cwLV/s72-c/3750161.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-5345653488639002337</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2014 01:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-25T14:41:22.846-04:00</atom:updated><title>Managing Mayhem</title><atom:summary type="text">






One of Allstate&#39;s insurance commercials features the character Mayhem. Mayhem is an impish creature who wreaks Havoc, which happens somewhere on the fuzzy&amp;nbsp;border of Malicious and Accidental.&amp;nbsp;The premise of the ad is that Allstate can protect you, if not from Mayhem, at least from loss or deprivation resulting from its activity - wouldn&#39;t that be nice?


My husband does not </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2014/03/managing-mayhem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9lkU3v-6oFaH-3ASVdYo9lIz9wIZp3yzpR1-eiqV_T4kxGHcNIfxn9j_ezJHPoHgJ2T574d50nNsJmgjS72D6O2yhnsaRyJspnKIcFPQkeEEYrVIpIFa3nMni65jk0U9tRFrKMXJs1tv_/s72-c/2014-03-18-21-50-08-1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-1677694707509548985</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2014 02:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-18T12:33:29.828-04:00</atom:updated><title>Getting the job done</title><atom:summary type="text">

Finishing things has never been our strong suit. I would say that unless things have a definite completion date beyond our control - such as an Ebay auction, a discount coupon or a pregnancy, we can find a way to drag them out. I say &#39;our&#39; because I am not sure whether this is individual or group behavior.

A few years ago we decided that the retractable awning on the back patio needed to be </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2014/03/getting-job-done.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibopyBHhzGQvQ_UMRF51aRuGZWwcn3MUziTgrluDyYxb5hXLbtyY5q_AfYnEE3iKzh0hl3Rz1tSvZlHOxwHllGqCPRdMsc56o5nOgqwurzaUYAQbpymiNZXcpzkgfKPO0jIhM10fk7Qxsh/s72-c/Image356.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-2329447496009612195</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jan 2014 23:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-24T13:38:06.079-04:00</atom:updated><title>Winter Trees</title><atom:summary type="text">


Winter Trees

by  William Carlos  Williams 


All the complicated details 

of the attiring and 

the disattiring are completed! 

A liquid moon 

moves gently among 

the long branches. 

Thus having prepared their buds 

against a sure winter 

the wise trees 

stand sleeping in the cold. 
</atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2014/01/winter-trees-by-william-carlos-williams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigxb-GfhZdFz_EPocekAGFyw3Lq9Jf7ONNbMcr9I-lH0BEehySVB_uIg_BuPMgABFKce-3kTQzatpihADFpmR7Dl0vGE8DbZSuL91XXaVP4pHkVkNoRdg0VMNotqiXxGc2C6xOh2sVtDwA/s72-c/DSCF2607.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-7228502290428658766</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Mar 2013 13:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-17T10:51:59.576-04:00</atom:updated><title>NYBG Orchid Show 2013</title><atom:summary type="text">
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I just renewed my membership to the New York Botanical Garden&amp;nbsp;and stopped by for the first day of the 2013 Orchid Show. It was a cool, rainy Saturday - which meant that the crowds stayed away and I was able to indulge my ongoing fantasy that the Garden is actually my own private Idaho. Spring is poised on its haunches and soon everything will be &#39;fathered forth&#39; in a flurry of cellular </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2013/03/nybg-orchid-show-2013.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigxb-GfhZdFz_EPocekAGFyw3Lq9Jf7ONNbMcr9I-lH0BEehySVB_uIg_BuPMgABFKce-3kTQzatpihADFpmR7Dl0vGE8DbZSuL91XXaVP4pHkVkNoRdg0VMNotqiXxGc2C6xOh2sVtDwA/s72-c/DSCF2607.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-721176445484009964</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Mar 2013 03:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-02T22:25:00.975-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">
Fairy-tale Logic





Fairy tales are full of
impossible tasks:

Gather the chin hairs of a
man-eating goat,

Cross a sulphuric lake in a
leaky boat,

Select the prince from a row of identical masks,

Tiptoe up to a dragon where it basks

And snatch its bone; count dust specks, mote by mote,

Or learn the phone directory by rote.

Always it’s impossible what someone asks—



You have
to fight </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2013/03/fairy-tale-logic-fairy-tales-are-full.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_MeslJhtYAj9YEuqSuZhCGu3WYLbC8dS1aR7BFBrvafUMBOnIpw3qjxyqrORdwvuxiTZYdIBszi33EtxqHSYRBQugipFBz3QTyZVKXO5MNXTMjg3UTr2piPHxi3mJv-mArBdboX31Ee7/s72-c/slide_231808_1080529_free_Jason_de-Graaf.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-8272827195978462189</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2013 18:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-27T22:38:31.049-05:00</atom:updated><title>Reflecting on the Movies</title><atom:summary type="text">




As I make my way home from a weekend trip, it seems likely that I will catch the Academy Awards telecast only in part or not at all. Spring has come to the south and in moving north I am also traveling back in seasonal time. I could travel north to south repeatedly and slip into and out of spring many times before the east coast is of one mind about it. Movies can do something like that to </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2013/02/reflecting-on-movies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQ-5jPFuovuJUyhPu8kB8e2n4EzHcOcIew4aNOmVwwalYJvSvVGuAYp_VcPxZpL_tr5sbUOJOuajUWIQTZ08WFZvTdc_Sx5vhBAon67bEdBnjjOFAaJcoLPyA2OlYPDDaBsfyat2gewuV/s72-c/DSCF2475.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-7342752052677073871</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2013 01:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-22T20:42:01.952-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Sessions, and The Master</title><atom:summary type="text">A highly educated paralyzed man living with the help of an iron lung seeks the services of a sex therapist and a priest, the details of which are documented in The Sessions. Cheryl Cohen-Greene (played by a taut-faced&amp;nbsp;Helen Hunt) is the sexual surrogate who helps Mark O&#39;Brien (John Hawkes) have his first sexual experience. Helen Hunt approaches her role with unselfsconscious directness. </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-sessions-and-master.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-1991450444191528855</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2013 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-09T23:00:29.392-05:00</atom:updated><title>Searching for Sugar Man, and Five Broken Cameras</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;

I&#39;m almost through the long list of movies I wanted to see before the February 24th Oscars. All that&#39;s left to be seen of the Best Picture nominations are: Les Miserables, Zero Dark Thirty and &amp;nbsp;Amour.&amp;nbsp;Of the other movies I wanted to see, only&amp;nbsp;The Master, Hyde Park on Hudson,&amp;nbsp;and the documentaries remain, which brings me to Searching for Sugar Man.&amp;nbsp;

This </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2013/02/searching-for-sugar-man-and-five-broken.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-6381800801325170396</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2013 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-14T20:58:16.302-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hold the Presses, its...The Paperboy</title><atom:summary type="text">None of it was expected - not Zac Efron as a lovesick negro sympathizer (this was the sixties), not John Cusack as a murderous gator hunter with S&amp;amp;M predilections, and certainly not Matthew McConaughey as a closeted homosexual with a preference for black lovers and a poor radar for dangerous situations. Neither did I expect Nicole Kidman as a Monroe-like waif with a dark side, who bit off </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2013/02/hold-presses-itsthe-paperboy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-378713982547432747</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2013 02:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-28T21:29:46.699-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hitchcock and Argo</title><atom:summary type="text">These two movies were films within films, begging the question whether any film could ever be true fiction or artifice, intersecting as it does with the real lives of real people - the actors who bring characters to life. &amp;nbsp;Hitchcock tells the story of Alfred Hitchcock&#39;s life during the filming of the movie &#39;Psycho&#39;, and is particularly interesting for what it reveals about the lives of &amp;nbsp</atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2013/01/hitchcock-and-argo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-3075996295820400651</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-21T19:54:26.712-05:00</atom:updated><title>Silver Linings Playbook and Django Unchained</title><atom:summary type="text">I didn&#39;t plan on seeing Django Unchained but there it was, actually a nominee for best picture, so in the interest of balanced reporting I had to suck it up.&amp;nbsp;Django (Jamie Foxx) is a slave emancipated at gunpoint by &amp;nbsp;German bounty hunter Dr. Schultz, (Christoph Waltz) who seeks his assistance in capturing a few notorious heads, (those on the shoulders of the three Brittle Brothers) for </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2013/01/silver-linings-playbook-and-django.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-7536138433374285021</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2013 18:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-18T13:49:33.398-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hope Springs, and Best Exotic Marigold Hotel</title><atom:summary type="text">

The thing about movies staffed with actors in their golden years is that the subtext of age invades every aspect of the movie -which almost forces the movie to be about&amp;nbsp;that age in a way that movies cast with youth are not.

I didn&#39;t plan to see Hope Springs, but there I was watching an impossibly wrinkled Tommy Lee Jones and a visibly older Meryl Streep going through the motions of </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2013/01/hope-springs-and-best-exotic-marigold.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-7703254727911066633</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2013 20:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-20T22:14:44.132-05:00</atom:updated><title>Life of Pi , and Salmon Fishing in the Yemen</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s probably telling that I&#39;ve already triple dipped into the Life of Pi. From the very first scene -those strutting pink flamingos against the backdrop of a sepia painted wall with the gauzy overlay of the sublime voice of Bombay Jayashri - I knew this would be a special movie. It was beautiful to watch - expanses of sky and water in a breathtaking array of colors and textures. People were </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2013/01/life-of-pi-and-salmon-fishing-in-yemen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-778160952958090712</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2013 14:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-20T21:58:46.769-05:00</atom:updated><title>Rust and Bone, and Beasts of the Southern Wild</title><atom:summary type="text">Things are looking up - I hit upon not one, but two good movies.

I watched Rust and Bone in French without the benefit of subtitles - and it&#39;s a testament to the acting that I didn&#39;t need them.&amp;nbsp;In fact, I found myself wishing that the music soundtrack was in French as well. Marion Cotillard is enthralling. She seems to come away clean from every role she plays, and goes into each new </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2013/01/rust-and-bone-and-beasts-of-southern.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-406559875542805998</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2013 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-06T21:51:00.377-05:00</atom:updated><title>Skyfall and Moonrise Kingdom</title><atom:summary type="text">No other Bond but this one (Daniel Craig&#39;s) could have traced his path forward into the world from an ancestral home like Skyfall. It was a bit of a stretch even for him, but no other Bond was dark enough to pull off such a grim origin, and frankly none of them left enough of the character on the screen to warrant that close of a look. The past three Bond movies have a continuity that the others </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2013/01/skyfall-and-moonrise-kingdom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-4756192121037319163</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2013 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-02T21:42:03.420-05:00</atom:updated><title> Showtime!</title><atom:summary type="text">Here we are again, another new year, and I am getting ready to run my annual movie marathon.In the meantime, I discovered two BBC Masterpiece Series (&amp;nbsp;Downton Abbey and Sherlock)&amp;nbsp;which have helped make my 90 minute commute (each way) more bearable.

As usual, the awards movie &#39;short list&#39; is pretty long - twenty-six at last count - many of which I will not see, however it is with a </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2013/01/showtime.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-5841247919790229120</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2012 00:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-23T07:57:24.661-05:00</atom:updated><title>If a tree falls in the forest...</title><atom:summary type="text">

It&#39;s safe to say that there are a lot of people in the world, but only relatively few celebrities, stars, experts, people of rank, royalty, status, or outstanding ability in their chosen field.

Many of us harbor a wish to be special, important (even those of us who already are so to a wider audience than our immediate families). However, underneath this is something even more fundamental than </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2012/12/if-tree-falls-in-forest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzRiNlyoLjvyLyo4m06lddKSyOvQ9BRi-N28m_KgVnvD3zVA9XWNAlnVFyIRY6e1F_7p1w_i6VaQP4mR3aA-dzuz2YDfhtBLLUzlM_CUfcgcpFiT7bYwhDBUAABZdCLs0VnjPqu1AZ52m/s72-c/slide_231808_1080448_free_Jason_de-Graaf.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-8594693275698594752</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2012 21:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-22T17:11:28.064-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Possible</title><atom:summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;



I often marvel at the present moment, representing (as it does) both the culmination&amp;nbsp;and the continuation of all known history: a cord tease-able into millions of threads&amp;nbsp;of perspective - as many as there are people to experience them... and maybe then some.&amp;nbsp;



As terrible as it can </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-possible.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHzpSgAGaSmgnBguTZMoh0VDnHngofC62CDgWwdrY7jSV40DehsloYCMOeevviGoSFs1lV3x20maowDjpELnBE3ImDWQR-19TIuoSWpqIEyyS835F_dMmb2MzE345Ix8Uo4mlxXsUd8ulp/s72-c/IMG_5847.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-9009713522559307104</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2012 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-22T09:32:21.285-05:00</atom:updated><title>Second Fall</title><atom:summary type="text">


&quot;Let there be&quot;, and

there it was - man
drew a breath,

woman drew a rib, for 

&quot;it was not good
for him&amp;nbsp;to be alone&quot;,

or without&amp;nbsp;a receptacle
for his guilt
which required a flood
(and later, blood)
to wash away;
or&amp;nbsp;a loaded boat
so many
by so many cubits
to buoy the remnant
two by two
to the top of a mount -

a dove-borne Covenant,
the drowned earth below&amp;nbsp;
 rainbowed.

&amp;</atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2010/09/second-fall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-382031128293879166</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2012 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-10T08:51:35.637-05:00</atom:updated><title>Getting There</title><atom:summary type="text">





Anger can be an interesting emotion - if you have the ability to pull back from it. I don&#39;t always - but recently I had the singular pleasure of feeling anger turn from hot to cold. There was an actual physical sensation of coolness inside my body, a feeling of&amp;nbsp;spaciousness and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;unflinching power that was strange and heady. This &#39;anger&#39; felt good. Why? Because it wasn&#39;t at </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2012/11/crossing-back-to-kansas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-2849463195020305336</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2012 01:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-27T21:38:19.838-04:00</atom:updated><title>Why write?</title><atom:summary type="text">

I have not posted on this blog for several months now. I have not kept my daily journal either. When life gets really intense, I&#39;ve found that writing about it can prolong the experience and slow the process of moving on.&amp;nbsp;And when life gets really great, writing about it feels confining.&amp;nbsp;So, writing about pain intensifies pain and writing about happiness fails to recapture the essence</atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2012/10/why-write.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFRe2JVlDCHuhZDSUkQ-L0_3cjhuL_oBivnaZ8abFHxnP0FesD8VJqSsVrcDXQJRzOTobjPhvA4tlDD4sXDbvwurZSC8JBi2Lt5flhkXh0DisCH5ghbUbD6a8f6qQdPDHnGcw5yM6s9ES/s72-c/2011-08-03+14.34.03.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862590225572839633.post-874143556833077309</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2012 01:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-15T11:10:51.058-04:00</atom:updated><title>Lettuce Pray</title><atom:summary type="text">

This year I went seed crazy. There isn&#39;t as much satisfaction in buying 
plants when you can embark on the adventure of raising seedlings. This 
year&#39;s big experiment was lettuce. I planted a few seeds in my basement (
 in April) and was surprised at how quickly they germinated. The &#39;few&#39; 
seeds made a fluffy row of seedlings in the center of my planter box - I
 marveled that every single one </atom:summary><link>http://fourseasfoursuns.blogspot.com/2012/07/lettuce-pray.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lorraine Robain)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhznpSlKTv62G6o0y-UhIpJfyiVFgnu9CqqarfUmzzUq02_NWre-upTgyRfGD5sAMuEmNIdjntSsXKZnIWE64fENGdUByMh3E3ss31YFH2EbE1YuyZix_soaX3NTNpAbxSH5KmM_3EYGkdZ/s72-c/Lettuce+-+Copy.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>