Jack’s Winning Words 8/28/20 “I do not ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning.  They are, and they are beautiful.”  (Joe Hamill)  Beauty is subjective, meaning that it’s in “the eye of the beholder.”  That goes for art, for music, for books…and people.    I like the song, “All things bright and beautiful, the Lord, God made them all.”  Today, it might be fun to list things that are beautiful to you.  As a start I’m putting down “a singing bird and a sunrise.”  ;-)  Jack FROM HONEST JOHN:  We are up on Lake Bellaire....much beauty all around us....trying to make certain that I am open to it...===JACK:  We see what we choose to see.  Sometimes the "real" beauty is obscured by other things going on in our brain. FROM TAMPA SHIRL:  Every day in Florida.===JACK:  Now that I spend part of the time in Michigan and some in Minnesota, I find that true beauty is not in the state, but in the people you meet wherever you are.===SHIRL:  That is true if you like that very cold weather! It does make you strong to live in that very cold climate!===JACK:  Minnesota is supposed to have a place called, Lake Wobegone " where (according to Garrison Keillor) all the women are strong, the men are good-looking and the children are above average."  It's the cold weather that does it. FROM WILLMAR REV:  A brand-new day never lived in before . . . doesn't get much more beautiful than that!! 0;-)===JACK:  "O what a beautiful morning.  O what a beautiful day.  I've got a beautiful feeling...everything's going my way."===REV:  Always nice to have a good friend with a song in his heart!! 0;-)===JACK:  Rain today!  "Let a song be your umbrella on a rainy, rainy day." FROM GOOD DEBT JON:   CAGED BIRD BY MAYA ANGELOU] A free bird leaps on the back of the wind    and floats downstream    till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and    his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings    with a fearful trill    of things unknown    but longed for still    and his tune is heard    on the distant hill    for the caged bird    sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn and he names the sky his own But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams    his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied    so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings    with a fearful trill    of things unknown    but longed for still    and his tune is heard    on the distant hill    for the caged bird    sings of freedom. ===JACK:  A nice person and a great poem with lots of meaning.===JON:  Absolutely one of my favorites, she had a tough life and turned it to good.  FROM NORM'S BLOG:  Too many of us lose sight of the beauty all around us by focusing our attention on the how and why of things. There is no how or why to the perception of beauty; there is only an acceptance and appreciation of it. One could sit in an empty room and appreciate the beauty of life itself. Many search all of their lives for its meaning and fail to take the time to enjoy the beauty of life itself.===JACK:  Norm's Blog is beautiful in its own way.  Thanks for taking the time to write each day. FROM PROUD MARY:  My song of the day.... All Things Bright and Beautiful!  All creatures great and small.  All things wise and wonderful. The Lord God made them all.  One of my favorites.===JACK:  A favorite of mine - both the words and the tune.  Somehow it  reminds me of James Herriott. FROM STARRY KNIGHT:  Nice choices!=-==JACK:  Van Gogh's "Starry Night" is beautiful, too! FROM OUTHOUSE JUDY: 1.  Prayers my family prays. 2.  Hearing and visiting with my family. 3.  Traveling 4.  Thanking God for ahis night blessings 5.  Reading 6.  Feeding, listening and watching the birds  7.  Realizing this list is never ending