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<channel><title><![CDATA[Susan Grinsfelder-Health Solutions - Updates]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.susangrinsfelder.com/updates]]></link><description><![CDATA[Updates]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 04 Apr 2023 14:49:41 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[October 03rd, 2017]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.susangrinsfelder.com/updates/october-03rd-2017]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.susangrinsfelder.com/updates/october-03rd-2017#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 03 Oct 2017 07:25:06 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.susangrinsfelder.com/updates/october-03rd-2017</guid><description><![CDATA[A Song on the End of the World  By Czeslaw Milosz Translated by Anthony Milosz  On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump in the sea, By the rainspout young sparrows are playing And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.           On the day the world ends Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas, A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn, Vegetable peddlers shout in the street And a yellow-sailed boat com [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">A Song on the End of the World</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;"></span><br /><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">By Czeslaw Milosz</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">Translated by Anthony Milosz</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;"></span><br /><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">On the day the world ends</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">A bee circles a clover,</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">A fisherman mends a glimmering net.</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">Happy porpoises jump in the sea,</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">By the rainspout young sparrows are playing</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">         </span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">On the day the world ends</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">Vegetable peddlers shout in the street</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">The voice of a violin lasts in the air</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">And leads into a starry night.</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;"></span><br /><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">And those who expected lightning and thunder</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">Are disappointed.</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">And those who expected signs and archangels&rsquo; trumps</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">Do not believe it is happening now.</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">As long as the sun and the moon are above,</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">As long as rosy infants are born</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">No one believes it is happening now.</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;"></span><br /><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">Yet is not a prophet, for he&rsquo;s much too busy,</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">There will be no other end of the world,</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">There will be no other end of the world.</span><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;"></span><br /><br /><span></span> <span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 19pt;">Warsaw, 1944</span><br /><span></span></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Thoughts About Laughter & Artistic Expression]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.susangrinsfelder.com/updates/thoughts-about-laughter-artistic-expression]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.susangrinsfelder.com/updates/thoughts-about-laughter-artistic-expression#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 30 Aug 2017 23:52:01 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.susangrinsfelder.com/updates/thoughts-about-laughter-artistic-expression</guid><description><![CDATA[Quotes"Laughter is the language of the soul."-Pablo Neruda"The greatest respect an artist can pay to music is to give it life."-Pablo CasalsWhen I think about the most fun I've had in life, somehow I see myself laughing. Then certain friends quickly come to mind. You know the ones. They laugh easily & usually make me laugh easily too. These are the people I gravitate to & want to spend my time with. They have a skewed look at the world that usually has some kind of irony & amazement. The world i [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><span>Quotes</span><br /><span>"Laughter is the language of the soul."</span><br /><span>-Pablo Neruda</span><br /><br /><br /><span>"The greatest respect an artist can pay to music is to give it life."</span><br /><span>-Pablo Casals</span><br /><br />When I think about the most fun I've had in life, somehow I see myself laughing. Then certain friends quickly come to mind. You know the ones. They laugh easily & usually make me laugh easily too. These are the people I gravitate to & want to spend my time with. They have a skewed look at the world that usually has some kind of irony & amazement. The world is not flat, but round & soft & squishy like a pillow that cushions so that your head is protected & doesn't hit the pavement in its long decent into reality.<br />Next I hear music. The times I am listening to or playing music are wonderful & sometimes magical. What would the world be without music? It would be a very different place and one I hope we never have to experience.<br />These two concepts that elevate the soul & manifest as laughter & music are, in my mind, essential for a healthy life.</div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Quotes]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.susangrinsfelder.com/updates/quotes]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.susangrinsfelder.com/updates/quotes#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 29 Aug 2017 16:04:28 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.susangrinsfelder.com/updates/quotes</guid><description><![CDATA[Quotes"Laughter is the language of the soul."-Pablo Neruda"The greatest respect an artist can pay to music is to give it life."-Pablo Casals&#8203;"The ultimate lesson all of us have to learn is unconditional love, which includes not only others but ourselves as well." &#8203;&mdash; Elisabeth Kubler-Ross [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">Quotes<br />"Laughter is the language of the soul."<br />-Pablo Neruda<br /><br />"The greatest respect an artist can pay to music is to give it life."<br />-Pablo Casals<br />&#8203;<br /><span>"The ultimate lesson all of us have to learn is unconditional love, which includes not only others but ourselves as well." <br />&#8203;&mdash; Elisabeth Kubler-Ross</span><br /><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>