Thursday, August 28, 2008

Here is an interesting quote about discovery I found enlighteneing. I have been told so many times that some of the therapies I want to use on my daughter are old or old therapies being used again as if that should disuade me from using something that is affective. Dr.'s are funny!! May we pray to g-d that he give our good doctors wisdom!! I hope everyone is having a good week and enjoying life.

'Those of us who deal in science, even the most enlightened of us, have a strong and objectionable tendency to hubris. Hubris for scientists comes from an inadequate knowledge and appreciation of the past. Discoveries are thus made and claimed that are really rediscovered - not new advances at all, but history lessons. I have to concede priority to people who came before me. Rediscovery is every bit as good as discovery, If what is rediscovered is important and was forgotten. It is better still when the rediscovered information has the capacity to improve the lives of those around us.'-From the book THE SECOND BRAIN by Michael D. Gershon, M.D.

I've also been reading something other than medical books lately. I don't know if you have ever heard of Zora Neale Hurston
but what a writer. She was an anthropologist as well, a real amazing person. Some of her writing is poetic, earthy. Here's an outtake of a short story. Enjoy!
Shira is doing great. Sammy is in his last Summer Day Camp and will be starting grade 1 shortly. We are so proud of Sammy, what a loving brother to his sister!

The weather here has changed and I have so much yard work. Oh well, can only do so much. Maybe I should buy some goats? Hmmmmm.

Magnolia Flower

The brook laughed and sang. When it encountered hard places in its bed, it hurled its water in sparkling figures up into the moonlight.

It sang louder, louder; danced faster, faster with a coquettish splash! at the vegetation on its banks.

At last it danced boisterously into the bosom of the St. John's, upsetting the whispering hyacinths who shivered and blushed, drunk with delight of moon kisses.

The Mighty One turned peevishly in his bed and washed the feet of the Palmetto palms so violently that they awoke and began again the gossip they had left off when the Wind went to bed. A palm cannot speak without wind. The river had startled it also, for the winds sleep on the bosom of waters.

The palms murmured noisely of seasons and centuries, mating and birth and the transplanting of life. Nature knows nothing of death.

The river spoke to the brook.

'Why, O Young Water, do you hurry and hurl yourself so riotously about with your chatter and song? You disturb my sleep.'

'Because, O Venerable One, ' replied the brook, 'I am young. The flowers bloom, the trees and wind say beautiful things to me; there are lovers beneath the orange trees on my banks, -but most of all because the moon shines upon me with a full face.'

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