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The Church of Christ Wheeler Area
A Grape Ripens When It Sees Another Grape - Matt Huff

The Church of Christ Wheeler Area

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 3, 2024 9:37


A Grape Ripens When It Sees Another Grape - Matt Huff by The Church of Christ Wheeler Area

Soul Archaeology
23. Grief Ripens - Arlo

Soul Archaeology

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 28, 2024 50:51


In this week's episode of Soul Archaeology, our host, quantum healer and evolutionary astrologer Ali Ofstedal, gives an overview of what to expect over the next few weeks as we navigate Mercury Retrograde and the closing of 2023. She shares about her soul mate dog, Arlo, their journey together, and his recent passing. The lessons, and deep healing he brought to her life, and how she sees these lessons unfolding in her life currently. In this episode, we also have a message from the praying mantis card from the Untamed Elemental deck. Ali also shares about the openings for January 2024 Mentorship. Click ⁠⁠⁠⁠here⁠⁠⁠⁠ to book a clarity call. Thank for you being here for Soul Archaeology! Support the podcast - subscribe to podcast, rate & review on iTunes or Spotify, and share on social media & tag Ali (⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@aliofstedal⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on Instagram). Stay Connected: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Soul Archaeology on Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Ali Ofstedal on Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Mentorship Waitlist⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Work with Ali⁠⁠⁠

Seasonal Bounty Podcast
E195 SMM Fruit Ripens

Seasonal Bounty Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 11, 2023 10:02


E195 SMM Fruit Ripens by Seasonal Bounty Podcast

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Triple M Rocks Footy AFL
QUEENSLAND HUDDLE | Jarrod Berry ripens, Suns players in the shop window for trades, Queensland Huddle drove Mark Evans to Italy

Triple M Rocks Footy AFL

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 7, 2023 19:19


Liam Flanagan and Brett Thomas discuss all the biggest news and views in Queensland footy after a heart stopping win for the Lions and a tough day at the office for the Suns.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Boundless Way Temple Dharmacast
In This Passing Moment, Karma Ripens

Boundless Way Temple Dharmacast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 30, 2023 26:23


Dharma talk by David Dae An Rynick, Roshi, on June 29, 2023

Looking For My Fit
75. Don't Pick Your Fruit Before it Ripens!

Looking For My Fit

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 20, 2023 14:38


Waiting and being patient can be HARD! Especially when things aren't going the way you expected. I recently listened to a podcast that reminded me of why it's important to wait and resist the urge to skip steps! On this episode, I'm sharing why this resonated with me so much. Let's get into it!Join the journey! Click here to connect on all social media platforms!Questions? Email  jemekka@lookingformyfit.orgThe Basement with Tim Ross: https://youtu.be/J7ClvItyxPE

Come to Life
When The Grain Ripens | Pastor Sean Thomas

Come to Life

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 27, 2023 45:33


When The Grain Ripens | Pastor Sean Thomas

Burdens of Life on SermonAudio
When the Grain Ripens

Burdens of Life on SermonAudio

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 12, 2022 37:00


A new MP3 sermon from Reformed Baptist Church of Tama is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: When the Grain Ripens Subtitle: Parable of The Growing Seed Speaker: Paul Rendall Broadcaster: Reformed Baptist Church of Tama Event: Sunday School Date: 12/11/2022 Bible: Galatians 6:1-10; Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 Length: 37 min.

GLT's Sound Ideas
First fruit ripens from Heartland Community College partnership with Rivian

GLT's Sound Ideas

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 2, 2022 5:00


The first cohort of people representing a partnership between Rivian and Heartland Community College has graduated with skills in electric vehicle maintenance. Eight graduates might not seem like a lot, but Heartland provost Rick Pearce said more will assuredly come.

Roll 4 Damage
S2 EP19- The Pestilence ripens in the fields

Roll 4 Damage

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 13, 2021 75:03


The Dirty Water Boys come face to face with a Red Dragon. As protectors of the city, they must do what they can to fend it off.    Special thanks to Kiki from Mission Spooky for guesting on the episode. Find Mission Spooky wherever you listen to podcasts. https://open.spotify.com/show/5ONlACJHSrYoYBhbTckRj6?si=rPBK8Ll-R5y05dA39VONwg&dl_branch=1

Wine for Normal People
Ep 390: The Grape Miniseries -- Petit Verdot

Wine for Normal People

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 6, 2021 41:24


Petit Verdot is often the secret weapon in a blend -- providing unique aromas and flavors plus acidity and tannin. In this show, we discuss this essential grape and the vital role it plays in wines around the world. What is Petit Verdot? The name means “little green one”, since it's hard to ripen, the berries remain green when other grapes are ready to harvest The grape is used in Bordeaux blends but sometimes made as a varietal wine Petit Verdot ripens later than other varieties and is used for tannin, color and flavor, gives structure to mid palate Photo: Virginia Wine Origins: Around in Bordeaux before Cabernet Sauvignon Could have been brought to Bordeaux by Romans Probably from Southwest France around the Pyrénées but gained recognition in the Médoc and Graves (on the Left Bank of Bordeaux) Plantings shrunk after phylloxera and the big 1956 frost in Bordeaux Petit Verdot was uprooted to be replaced in Bordeaux with Merlot and Cabernet Sauvignon Now – more being planted, can withstand heat and drought   The grape: Small, thick-skinned berries that look almost black because of high anthocyanins -- lots of color and tannin! Early budding, late ripening -sometimes too late for the Bordeaux climate but that is changing (more similar to Cabernet Sauvignon than Merlot in the vineyards   In the vineyard: Best on warm, well-drained, gravel-based soils  Canopy management to maximize sun exposure is important If the weather does not cooperate in the spring during flowering, the fruit will not ripen well  Sensitive to water stress Winemaking: Even in small amounts (0.5%!), Petit Verdot can make a big difference Most winemakers will age these wines in oak, fostering undercurrents of vanilla   Aromas/flavors: Pencil shavings, violet, black fruit, spice, tannins, acidity Very acidic if not fully ripe but can be elegant and refreshing if it's ripe Cool climate: Dried herbs (sage, thyme), blueberry, blackberry with violet, leathery, pencil shavings Warm climate: Jammy, spicy, dark fruit, full-bodied, decent acidity, high tannin   Old World France Almost all Petit Verdot in France is in the Médoc of Bordeaux Big proportions are in: Chateau Margaux, Chateau Palmer, Chateau Pichon Lalande (Pauillac), Chateau Lagrange in St. Julien, Chateau La Lagune, Chateau Siran in Margaux Italy Primarily in Tuscany in the Maremma Toscana DOC (we mention the PV by Podere San Cristoforo), and in Sicily in the Menfi and Sicilia DOCs. Some in Lazio and Puglia Other Old World Places: Spain: Petit Verdot grow in warmer areas like Castilla y Leon, Jumilla, La Mancha, Alicante, Méntrida DO Portugal: Success in Alentejo Found in Turkey, Israel   New World United States Virginia: Often blended with Merlot of Cab Franc Needs free-draining soils (gravel is best) and high heat We get a firsthand account of PV from Elizabeth Smith of Afton Mountain, who makes outstanding wines. California: Napa, Sonoma, Paso Robles, Lodi, Central Valley used in Meritage/blends often, with a few boutique standalones Washington State: PV is grown and made in Columbia Valley, Walla Walla, Yakima, Red Mountain Other Places: Planted in Arizona, Colorado, Oregon, Texas, Michigan, PA, Maryland, New York, and more   Canada: Okanagan Valley of BC, Niagara Peninsula in Canada   Australia Used to make big bodied, lots of floral and dark fruit flavor single varietal wines. The grape has good acidity and tannin that will age for several years Ripens very late, often weeks or a month later than Shiraz Regions:  More bulk wine: Riverland, Murray Valley, Riverina, region is home to Australia's largest plantings of Petit Verdot (which maintains acidity, even in heat) Better areas: McLaren Vale, Langhorne Creek, Barossa, Clare Valley, Coonawarra, and the Limestone Coast.     Argentina Every region from Patagonia to Calcahquí but mostly in Mendoza -70% or more is there. Verdot has good results in Bordeaux style blends Other South America: Peru, Chile, Uruguay – in blends and a varietal wine   South Africa: Mainly in Bordeaux blends and as a varietal too   Food Pairings with PV: Grilled or roasted red meat or hearty vegetables Spicy pork and spicy foods in general – Latin American spices ____________________________________________________________ Thanks for our sponsors this week: Wine Access: Access to the best wines for the best prices! For 15% off your next order, go to www.wineaccess.com/normal   To become a member of Patreon go to www.patreon.com/winefornormalpeople   To register for an AWESOME, LIVE WFNP class with Elizabeth go to: www.winefornormalpeople.com/classes  

SOUNDFOOD
THE FIFTH SEASON: When Summer Ripens into Autumn with Colin Hudon

SOUNDFOOD

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 12, 2021 113:18


We find ourselves in a magical and gently powerful time of the year. Indian Summer, or the forgotten “fifth season”  blooms:  fruits ripen and fall from the tree, time slows, and evenings are warm and soft as we prepare for the final harvest. Now is the time to tune into the seasonal rhythms of Earth and embrace the sense of wholeness and balance Late Summer offers as we transition to Autumn.   In today's episode of SOUNDFOOD, we welcome back the brilliant Colin Hudon. Colin is the founder of Living Tea, owner of Mountain Gate Teahouse & Art Gallery, acupuncturist, practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine and one of our favorite human beings.    In our conversation we explore how to nourish, protect and support the system as we shift from the element of metal to earth;  from the external to internal.  Colin guides us through this transition through a TCM lens and shares why and how this time is fundamental to our wellbeing. He invites us to refine our relationship with nature and pay closer attention to how we nourish ourselves through food, meditation, activities - and of course  - tea!   This episode is steeped with love and wisdom and will draw your consciousness inward, wherever you are. Settle in with a bowl of tea and tune in to the nourishing hummm that comes with stillness.    Thank you Colin for sharing your deep presence and insights!   Where to Find Colin and Living Tea:  Living Tea Living Tea on Instagram Colin Hudon on Instagram Mountain Gate Teahouse & Art Gallery Mountain Gate on Instagram Mountain Gate Tea Retreat Join the Living Tea Club! Living Tea Blog   Living Tea is offering SOUNDFOOD listeners a discount for the month-  use the code  SOUNDFOOD for 10% off tea products!  Use this link to claim your discount!   Additional Mentions in this episode:    Everyday Sacred Modern Monk's Wear by Jade Rose    The Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine by Ilza Veith Rou Gui- Wuyi Mountain Cliff Tea Skyward- Ban Tian Yao Oolong- Wuyi Mountain Fujian Tea Healing with Whole Foods: Asian Traditions and Modern Nutrition by Paul Pitchford The way of the rope Exercise  Secrets of Longevity: Hundreds of Ways to Live to Be 100 by Dr. Mao Helping Ourselves: A Guide to Traditional Chinese Food Energetics by Daverick Leggett Recipes for Self Healing by Daverick Leggett The Zen Diet Revolution: The Mindful Path to Permanent Weight Loss by Martin Faulks The Longevity Diet by Valter Longo The Regenerative Business by Carol Sanford 21 Lessons for the 21st Century by Yuval Noah Harari RethinkX   SOUNDFOOD Episodes Mentioned:   THE TAO OF LIVING TEA: Traditional Chinese Medicine, Tea Ceremony, and Zen Wisdom with Colin Hudon   THE FUTURE IS SYMBIOTIC: Radical Indigenism and Lo-TEK Design with Julia Watson   Tune into all things SOUNDFOOD:  SOUNDFOOD Newsletter  SOUNDFOOD on Instagram   Connect with our Host @nitsacitrine

Daily Mishna
Peah 3:2 / When harvesting a field in sections based on when it ripens

Daily Mishna

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 10, 2021 1:35


הַמְנַמֵּר אֶת שָׂדֵהוּ וְשִׁיֵּר קְלָחִים לַחִים, רַבִּי עֲקִיבָא אוֹמֵר, נוֹתֵן פֵּאָה מִכָּל אֶחָד וְאֶחָד. וַחֲכָמִים אוֹמְרִים, מֵאֶחָד עַל הַכֹּל. וּמוֹדִים חֲכָמִים לְרַבִּי עֲקִיבָא בְּזוֹרֵעַ שֶׁבֶת אוֹ חַרְדָּל בִּשְׁלשָׁה מְקוֹמוֹת, שֶׁהוּא נוֹתֵן פֵּאָה מִכָּל אֶחָד וְאֶחָ

Maretul Har Podcast
16.05.2021 The Relationship Ripens The Fruit

Maretul Har Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 18, 2021 13:33


16.05.2021 The Relationship Ripens The Fruit by Maretul Har UK

Boundless Way Temple Dharmacast
In This Moment Karma Ripens

Boundless Way Temple Dharmacast

Play Episode Listen Later May 10, 2021 26:37


Dharma talk by David Dae An Rynick, Roshi on May 9, 2021

Stages of the Path to Awakening with Thubten Chodron

Teaching from Chapter 11, describing in which life time karma ripens based on different factors and benefits of reflecting on karma.

Stages of the Path to Awakening with Thubten Chodron

Continuing Chapter 11, explaining many factors that affect the result of karma and different perspectives on what karma ripens at the time of death.

CFO Thought Leader
629: Freshly Ripens On The Vine | Matt Hagel, CFO, Freshly

CFO Thought Leader

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 30, 2020 36:04


It’s a story that Matt Hagel likes to share as he networks with fellow finance executives and accounting types. Back in 2017—only days after stepping into a finance leadership role at the online prepared meals company Freshly—Hagel was reviewing the company’s chart of accounts when he asked himself: “Why is Plant, Property, and Equipment (PPE) under Operating Expenses?” As he soon learned, this stalwart accounting acronym has long led a double life and is also used by various industries (notably healthcare and food prep) as a shorthand designation for Personal Protective Equipment. Three years later, the protective gear acronym is widely known from coast to coast—just like Freshly. In fact, since its PPE entry first drew Hagel’s consternation, Freshly has opened an East Coast kitchen and distribution center, an expansion that extended the firm’s geographic reach from 28 to 48 states and propelled its sales to nearly 10 times their early 2017 volumes. “I inherited a finance and accounting team of three, and now I have a team of 30,” comments Hagel, who located many of his new finance and accounting hires at the company’s three distribution centers, the newest of which opened in Arizona this past April. “From a cost accounting perspective, we have feet on the ground, so if any issues arise, our folks can quickly step onto the plant floor and determine the correct inventory number or provide whatever other information is needed,” says Hagel, who entered 2020 keen to sharpen his team’s focus on costs after years of marshaling resources and new plant capacity to accommodate growth. Then COVID arrived. There’s little doubt that the pandemic has been an accelerant on the trend of consumers turning to online for shopping experiences like Freshly that promise safety as well as convenience. (Such was the case for online car seller Vroom, which after record sales in March and April moved quickly to go public in June.) It’s enough to make you wonder whether Freshly management may be of a similar frame of mind. Reports Hagel: "Freshly is focused on building the best company possible, one that will be ready for the public markets or remain as a successful private company."  Perhaps momentarily escaping Hagel’s lines of sight is yet another option whereby Freshly is acquired by a giant inside the packaged goods space. Certainly, Hagel doesn’t have to look far when you consider that Nestlé is one of Freshly’s largest investors. To be sure, Nestlé’s move to acquire a minority interest in Freshly back in 2017 was somewhat out of character for the food giant that is generally known to swallow its quarry whole. At that time, Nestle was the lead investor in a $77 million round of funding. Just as the pandemic has accelerated the shift to online buying, so too has it appeared to draw Freshly and its big name investor ever more close. “This has been open-office at both ends. We have had a really good dialog that has helped us both to be successful,” comments Hagel. Back in March, Freshly engaged with Nestlé’s human resources team as it formulated its COVID response, which Hagel credits with having helped Freshly to avoid the mistakes made by other food industry players. For one thing, Freshly hired a number of health professionals to begin taking employee temperatures at every shift across its different locations. “The words ‘essential services’ weren’t even a term on March 9, and there was no way of knowing whether we would be shut down,” explains Hagel, who says that in the event of a state “lockdown,” Freshly has prepared printed laminated forms for each employee to use that would confirm their employment at Freshly. As the pandemic bore down on different U.S. geographies, Freshly issued a press release announcing that Freshly and Nestle would jointly be donating $500,000 to Meals on Wheels America. “What happened back in March was that there was a period of a few weeks when we had no new customers because there was so much demand by people who were already using our service,” explains Hagel, who adds that shelter-in-place ordinances quickly turned dinner clients into lunchtime customers. “People just needed more meals, and this transition to be more of a lunch solution is something that we never would have imagined happening this quickly,” Hagel observes.   Sign Up for Our Newsletter    

The Embody Podcast ❤ Self-Love & Healing
128: A{Live} Now: When Discomfort Ripens, Calibrate Pleasure + Systemic Intergenerational Trauma

The Embody Podcast ❤ Self-Love & Healing

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 13, 2020 35:49


Destruction, dismantling, burning things up. A quiet clearing, despair, grieving, integration, dust settling. Looking. When it's time to create anew and there's space for sweet tendrils and sprouts, what do you align, anchor, or calibrate to? For me it's pleasure in a deep and whole way, yet sweet and joyful. In this episode, I talk about the ripening of difficult feelings in uncomfortable situations, respecting yourself and seeing the spiritual agenda, and some recent experiences that triggered some Chinese American ancestral dynamics. And that I'm home in Michigan and what I'm doing here now!   Links, Article, and Resources All Show Notes for This Episode

KDNK News
Audio Postcard: Basalt Food Park Ripens into 5th Season

KDNK News

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 9, 2020 4:50


Basalt's edible public permaculture food forest is abundant with fruits and vegetables for the taking. KDNK's Raleigh Burleigh shares this audio postcard from a recent planting trip with Sustainable Settings.

Inside Indiana Sports Breakfast with Kent Sterling
BWK - Green ripens for Hoosiers; Colts - huge game tonight; No snow in Bloomington Sat.

Inside Indiana Sports Breakfast with Kent Sterling

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 21, 2019 13:33


Indiana dropped Princeton last night in a lopsided second half. Best part was Devonte Green showing maturity. Colts need a win tonight to salt away the AFC South. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/the-kent-sterling-show/support

Become Your Own Therapist
How Karma Ripens

Become Your Own Therapist

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 22, 2018 15:21


15:21 | Extracted from teachings given at Ocean of Compassion (Gyalwa Gyatso) Buddhist Center, Aug 19, 2017. Full teaching here. Robina lifts the lid on the stew that makes us who we are, our karma. She explains how karma works, and the implications of this are empowering.

Ink Well: A Tintero Projects & Inprint Podcast
Ink Well S1 E4 featuring Robin Davidson

Ink Well: A Tintero Projects & Inprint Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2018 53:14


In episode 4 of Ink Well, Jasminne and Lupe chat with poet Robin Davidson about the Houston Favorite Poem Anthology and more. Robin Davidson, a resident of Houston for more than 50 years, was named Houston’s second Poet Laureate by Mayor Annise Parker in 2015 and served through April 2017 under the leadership of Mayor Sylvester Turner. She is a graduate of the University of Houston Creative Writing Program and is the author of two poem chapbooks, Kneeling in the Dojo and City that Ripens on the Tree of the World, and the collection Luminous Other, as well as co-translator with Ewa Elżbieta Nowakowska of The New Century: Poems from the Polish of Ewa Lipska. Most recently she has served as editor for Houston’s Favorite Poems, an anthology of best loved poems contributed by those living in Greater Houston. She teaches literature and creative writing as professor of English for the University of Houston-Downtown.

Wine for Normal People
Ep 211: The Grape Miniseries -- Sangiovese

Wine for Normal People

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 9, 2017 54:32


This week, we revive the Grape Miniseries from podcasts of old to bring you: Sangiovese! The star of Central Italy that does amazing things when taken care of.  Here are the notes: History of Sangiovese Spotty history -- probably has existed a long time but wasn't mentioned until the 1500s. The name likely comes from the monks in Santarcangelo di Romagna at foot of Monte Giove, who chose the name of sanguis Jovis when forced to call wine by name other than vino. It could have also come from the ancient language of Etruscans, who used similar to words for an offer to the gods   Grape origins Probably from Sicily and Calabria – in 16th century there were grape exchanges between northern and southern Italian regions A cross of two reds: Ciliegiolo and Calabrese di Montenuovo   Climate, land, soil Needs warmth to ripen, but not too much Ripens better in Montalcino than Chianti – nights are warmer, less rainfall in Montalcino Chianti –  only 10% of the land good for cineyards Maremma – rich, broad, hot with short growing season. High alcohol, low aroma Autralia – Canberra in NSW, other warm areas show promise California – more intense sunlight, different character Soils –Tuscan soil is varied. The best for Sangiovese is galestro and albarese Soils are a challenge for New World Sangiovese winemakers Winemaking Important to get ripeness in the vineyard Traditional aging in large casks of Slavonian oak or Chestnut Modern styles use small French oak barriques Sangiovese is often blended – Canaille Nero, Coloring, Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Syrah are popular partners Sangio needs extra color, richness – low in acylated anthocyanins means light color Sangiovese Flavors Light juicy wine or huge complex ones or harsh Traditional wines: cherries, violets, tomatoe, herbs, tea-like notes, high acid, high tannin, not fruity International wines: vanilla, spice, oak, dark fruit, higher alcohol   Return of the Clones:  Clones – color, flavor, concentration of fruity, 102 clones of Sangiovese 1988 – Chianti Classico Conzorzio with Universities of Pisa and Florence– launched Chianti Classsico 2000 project to improved quality Found in: Italy: Tuscany, Emilia-Romagna, Lazio, Marche, Puglia, Sicily, Umbria US: Napa, Sonoma, Santa Barbara. Washington State, New Mexico Other North America: Mexico, Ontario, BC Australia – growing Other New World: NZ, South Africa, Chile, Argentina, Brazil etc   The difference in Tuscan wines using Sangiovese: Maremma: dark black fruit, herbal Chianti Classico – cooler – sour cherry, red berry, violet, tea leaf Brunello di Montalcino – 100% Sangiovese, different depending on where it's grown in the appellation Vino Nobile di Montepulciano –  earthy, rich, lovely Emilia-Romagna – dark, dense, richer than Tuscan versions Marche – Rosso Piceno, Rosso Conero – usually blended with Montepulciano – can be gloppy Umbria -- fuller, denser than Tuscan versions   Thanks to our sponsors this week!  For a free month of amazing video lectures from The Great Courses Plus, go to my special URL: thegreatcoursesplus.com/wine   Storyworth: Sign up through my special URL and receive $20 off!  storyworth.com  

Boundless Way Temple Dharmacast
David Rynick - In This Passing Moment Karma Ripens

Boundless Way Temple Dharmacast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 17, 2017 15:43


CQ on Congress
Year-End Government Spending Battle Ripens

CQ on Congress

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 4, 2015 7:01


The days are ticking down on the legislative calendar and the big unresolved business in Congress is a giant spending bill that’s supposed to keep government agencies running in 2016. Republicans and Democrats are predictably far apart on the details, adding the possibility of a December shutdown to a year that’s already seen its share of drama. Could battles over environmental regulations keep Congress in for Christmas?   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Classic Poetry Aloud
371. The Lotos-Eaters by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Classic Poetry Aloud

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 29, 2008 13:26


A Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Lotos-Eaters by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) “Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land, “This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.” In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And, like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro’ wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land; far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush’d; and, dew’d with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger’d low adown In the red West; thro’ mountain clefts the dale Was seen far inland, and the yellow down Border’d with palm, and many a winding vale And meadow, set with slender galingale; A land where all things always seem’d the same! And round about the keel with faces pale, Dark faces pale against that rosy flame, The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came. Branches they bore of that enchanted stem, Laden with flower and fruit, whereof they gave To each, but whoso did receive of them And taste, to him the gushing of the wave Far far away did seem to mourn and rave On alien shores; and if his fellow spake, His voice was thin, as voices from the grave; And deep-asleep he seem’d, yet all awake, And music in his ears his beating heart did make. They sat them down upon the yellow sand, Between the sun and moon upon the shore; And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland, Of child, and wife, and slave; but evermore Most weary seem’d the sea, weary the oar, Weary the wandering fields of barren foam. Then some one said, “We will return no more;” And all at once they sang, “Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.” CHORIC SONG I There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir’d eyelids upon tir’d eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro’ the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. II Why are we weigh’d upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown; Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber’s holy balm; Nor harken what the inner spirit sings, “There is no joy but calm!”— Why should we only toil, the roof and crown of things? III Lo! in the middle of the wood, The folded leaf is woo’d from out the bud With winds upon the branch, and there Grows green and broad, and takes no care, Sun-steep’d at noon, and in the moon Nightly dew-fed; and turning yellow Falls, and floats adown the air. Lo! sweeten’d with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil. IV Hateful is the dark-blue sky, Vaulted o’er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labor be? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence—ripen, fall, and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease. V How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream, With half-shut eyes ever to seem Falling asleep in a half-dream! To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other’s whisper’d speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy; To muse and brood and live again in memory, With those old faces of our infancy Heap’d over with a mound of grass, Two handfuls of white dust, shut in an urn of brass! VI Dear is the memory of our wedded lives, And dear the last embraces of our wives And their warm tears; but all hath suffer’d change; For surely now our household hearths are cold, Our sons inherit us, our looks are strange, And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy. Or else the island princes over-bold Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten years’ war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things. Is there confusion in the little isle? Let what is broken so remain. The Gods are hard to reconcile; ’Tis hard to settle order once again. There is confusion worse than death, Trouble on trouble, pain on pain, Long labor unto aged breath, Sore task to hearts worn out by many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. VII But, propped on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet—while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly— With half-dropped eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro’ the thick-twined vine— To watch the emerald-color’d water falling Thro’ many a woven acanthus-wreath divine! Only to hear and see the far-off sparkling brine, Only to hear were sweet, stretch’d out beneath the pine. VIII The Lotos blooms below the barren peak, The Lotos blows by every winding creek; All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone; Thro’ every hollow cave and alley lone Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown. We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Roll’d to starboard, roll’d to larboard, when the surge was seething free, Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-fountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurl’d Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl’d Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world; Where they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands, Blight and famine, plague and earthquake, roaring deeps and fiery sands, Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong, Like a tale of little meaning tho’ the words are strong; Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil, Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil, Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil; Till they perish and they suffer—some, ’tis whisper’d—down in hell Suffer endless anguish, others in Elysian valleys dwell, Resting weary limbs at last on beds of asphodel. Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore Than labor in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar; O, rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more. First aired: 6 December 2007 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008

Classic Poetry Aloud
The Lotos-Eaters by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Classic Poetry Aloud

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 6, 2007 13:26


Tennyson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------------- The Lotos-Eaters by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892) “Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land, “This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.” In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And, like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro’ wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land; far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush’d; and, dew’d with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger’d low adown In the red West; thro’ mountain clefts the dale Was seen far inland, and the yellow down Border’d with palm, and many a winding vale And meadow, set with slender galingale; A land where all things always seem’d the same! And round about the keel with faces pale, Dark faces pale against that rosy flame, The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came. Branches they bore of that enchanted stem, Laden with flower and fruit, whereof they gave To each, but whoso did receive of them And taste, to him the gushing of the wave Far far away did seem to mourn and rave On alien shores; and if his fellow spake, His voice was thin, as voices from the grave; And deep-asleep he seem’d, yet all awake, And music in his ears his beating heart did make. They sat them down upon the yellow sand, Between the sun and moon upon the shore; And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland, Of child, and wife, and slave; but evermore Most weary seem’d the sea, weary the oar, Weary the wandering fields of barren foam. Then some one said, “We will return no more;” And all at once they sang, “Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.” CHORIC SONG I There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir’d eyelids upon tir’d eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro’ the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. II Why are we weigh’d upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown; Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber’s holy balm; Nor harken what the inner spirit sings, “There is no joy but calm!”— Why should we only toil, the roof and crown of things? III Lo! in the middle of the wood, The folded leaf is woo’d from out the bud With winds upon the branch, and there Grows green and broad, and takes no care, Sun-steep’d at noon, and in the moon Nightly dew-fed; and turning yellow Falls, and floats adown the air. Lo! sweeten’d with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil. IV Hateful is the dark-blue sky, Vaulted o’er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labor be? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence—ripen, fall, and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease. V How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream, With half-shut eyes ever to seem Falling asleep in a half-dream! To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other’s whisper’d speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy; To muse and brood and live again in memory, With those old faces of our infancy Heap’d over with a mound of grass, Two handfuls of white dust, shut in an urn of brass! VI Dear is the memory of our wedded lives, And dear the last embraces of our wives And their warm tears; but all hath suffer’d change; For surely now our household hearths are cold, Our sons inherit us, our looks are strange, And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy. Or else the island princes over-bold Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten years’ war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things. Is there confusion in the little isle? Let what is broken so remain. The Gods are hard to reconcile; ’Tis hard to settle order once again. There is confusion worse than death, Trouble on trouble, pain on pain, Long labor unto aged breath, Sore task to hearts worn out by many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. VII But, propped on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet—while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly— With half-dropped eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro’ the thick-twined vine— To watch the emerald-color’d water falling Thro’ many a woven acanthus-wreath divine! Only to hear and see the far-off sparkling brine, Only to hear were sweet, stretch’d out beneath the pine. VIII The Lotos blooms below the barren peak, The Lotos blows by every winding creek; All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone; Thro’ every hollow cave and alley lone Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown. We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Roll’d to starboard, roll’d to larboard, when the surge was seething free, Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-fountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurl’d Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl’d Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world; Where they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands, Blight and famine, plague and earthquake, roaring deeps and fiery sands, Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong, Like a tale of little meaning tho’ the words are strong; Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil, Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil, Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil; Till they perish and they suffer—some, ’tis whisper’d—down in hell Suffer endless anguish, others in Elysian valleys dwell, Resting weary limbs at last on beds of asphodel. Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore Than labor in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar; O, rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.

Movie Toast
Aladdin Ripens Rotten Tomatoes

Movie Toast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 31, 1969 48:06


This week the Movie Toasters get into a heated debate while reviewing Disney's new live action Aladdin. They also talk about Brightburn, Booksmart, The Perfect Bid, Under The Silver Lake, Tolkien, Blindspotting, and so much more...