It was one year ago tomorrow that we first posted to My Minnesota. In the past year we've missed posting on 9 days, all in July and August we think. We're planning on celebrating our first birthday tomorrow despite the fact that there aren't yet 365 posts. A year ago we were wishing for a more civil conversation in the political arena. That hasn't happened as much as we think it needs to. We have seen some progress on the environmental front with a growing acceptance that climate change is real and we have to adapt and minimize, as much as we can, the magnitude of the change. We in Minnesota also seem to be engaged over the past year in an adjustment in our relationship to those who preceded us as inhabitants. All told, despite some setbacks, the past year has helped progress My Minnesota in directions we think it needs to go for a sustainable, thriving future.
end of the rainbow © harrington
Thanks to those of you who have stopped by to read our postings and those, such as Minnesota Blog Cabin, who have helped us reach additional readers. We believe Minnesota can be a more sustainable, just, successful and creative place to live, work and play than it is now. We'll bring to your attention what we think are some of our best chances to reach those goals and what could stand improvement. We'll also try to share the daily beauty we find so abundant in our Minnesota. A year ago we shared with you our hopes for a brighter day. We continue to share those hopes with you and look forward to times when even more of you stop by during year two. To help close out our first year, let's look a some of the best of our Minnesota, as described by James Wright.
another brighter day © harrington
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.And the eyes of those two Indian poniesDarken with kindness.They have come gladly out of the willowsTo welcome my friend and me.We step over the barbed wire into the pastureWhere they have been grazing all day, alone.They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happinessThat we have come.They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.There is no loneliness like theirs.At home once more,They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,For she has walked over to meAnd nuzzled my left hand.She is black and white,Her mane falls wild on her forehead,And the light breeze moves me to caress her long earThat is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.Suddenly I realizeThat if I stepped out of my body I would breakInto blossom.
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