7yr old Will Galmot’s letter written to Dr. Neil deGrasse Tyson after discovering Pluto was missing from the Hayden Planetarium’s model of the planets.
“Gratitude is a vehicle for connection between myself and the world around me: This body, this earth, the present moment, our shared humanity.” – Natalia St. Lawrence
“Gratitude is the appreciation and acknowledgement of someone going out of their way to help you out.” – Shaun Seneviratne
“Gratitude is the appreciation of when someone does something for you, and having a sense of reciprocation.” – Danny Casale
“I’m beginning to look at gratitude differently. Every morning, instead of asking myself what makes me happy and deeming them the things I’m grateful for, I’m asking the universe openly what I’m grateful for and waiting. Whatever pops up for the next minute or two, whether they are things that make me happy, or people that make me frustrated, or places that make me sad - I am grateful for them. Sometimes that is easier than others I am choosing to expand myself through the expansion of my gratitude.” – Brian Hastert
“Appreciation in its most sincere form.” - Gianni Damaia
“Autumn Sonnet” By Jon Lloyd
Each second leaves fall one by one to ground,
And languidly caress their neighbours one
By one, as if in fond farewell. The sun
Still smiles, but weakly now, as though it’s bound
By Autumn’s spell. Its rays make plumes of steam
Rise gently off the grass, and now and then
A bird’s sweet song bewitches me again.
All else is silent like as in a dream.
I love this time, when all drifts off to sleep.
And nature’s palette fades to softer hue.
The ground now crunches brittle ‘neath my feet
In just the place where once the flowers grew.
But flowers, I admit, I love you too,
I long for Spring to bring you life anew!
“A Portrait of Autumn” By Patricia Gale
Golden amber red slowly sailing to the ground
Nothing heard … just the sound of hope
Rustling in the breeze
As the branches wave to a greet me to an autumn day
The magical rhythm of the season
Breathing in the crisp northern air
A hawk glides on the currents high above
The will to move... leaves me
I am captured in autumn’s portrait
Alone within a masterpiece
A sound comes from the distance
Rustling in the leaves he makes his appearance
A full crown graces his head
Mighty buck and his harem
Slowly clearing the way for his entourage
I dare not move for the beauty has stunned my soul
They move with elegance and grace
He senses I mean no harm for I am filled with peace
My mind clear and my heart filled
I sigh and whisper … Thank You for this day
“The Heat of Autumn” By Jane Hirshfield
The heat of autumn
is different from the heat of summer.
One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.
One is a dock you walk out on,
the other the spine of a thin swimming horse
and the river each day a full measure colder.
A man with cancer leaves his wife for his lover.
Before he goes she straightens his belts in the closet,
rearranges the socks and sweaters inside the dresser
by color. That’s autumn heat:
her hand placing silver buckles with silver,
gold buckles with gold, setting each
on the hook it belongs on in a closet soon to be empty,
and calling it pleasure.
Autumn Leaves” By Philippa Lane
we rake them into pyramid pyres,
our satisfaction glowing like the flame
with which we light them.
we watch them smolder and consume,
and flirt with summer's memory,
whose ghost arises from the charred remains.
but on the leaf-cleared ground next day,
we stand unsure of our suburban ritual,
our sense of order questioned
by the pungent smell of conscience
lingering in the air
long after the cremation
we now illogically regret and mourn.
“Neighbors in October” By David Baker
All afternoon his tractor pulls a flat wagon
with bales to the barn, then back to the waiting
chopped field. It trails a feather of smoke.
Down the block we bend with the season:
shoes to polish for a big game,
storm windows to batten or patch.
And how like a field is the whole sky now
that the maples have shed their leaves, too.
It makes us believers—stationed in groups,
leaning on rakes, looking into space. We rub blisters
over billows of leaf smoke. Or stand alone,
bagging gold for the cold days to come.
“Beginning” By James Wright
The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.
The dark wheat listens.
There they are, the moon's young, trying
Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Wholly, into the air.
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,
And I lean toward mine.
I hope you enjoyed these on this Autumn day!
Send me your favorite autumn poems and I’ll add them here on by blog!
Being colorblind offers a whole knew lens through which to see the world around us! But it’s a wide spectrum, and some of us might not even know we’re colorblind! If you’ve listened to Knowing Nothing episode 8, you know all about color blindness now, except perhaps one thing… Are YOU colorblind? Find out if you're colorblind by clicking the title, “Color Blindness Test,” above!
Mickey Roberts here. I am writing this because I’ve been feeling very sentimental about my family lately. And I thought it might be a good opportunity to share my thoughts on sentimentality. In my life it feels like there have always been two sides of me regarding being sentimental. One side of me cried hysterically for hours the night before my 10th birthday because, as nine year old Mickey so eloquently put it, “I will never be a single digit ever again.” And the other side accepts that leaving high school and saying goodbye to so many of my closest friends was, at the time, not difficult for me at all. I always felt this sort of guilty relationship with caring too much versus caring not enough.
I am still reckoning with this in my life today. I recently graduated college, after six years of undergrad at two different universities. Leaving the first one wasn’t hard. I cut ties with nearly 99% of the friends I had made there and never looked back. And it wasn’t for lack of validity or importance of those friendships, it was just because I wasn’t in a place back then to be able to appreciate the role those people played in my life. Upon leaving my second university, only a few months ago, a rather disabling fear came over me that I would lose these new friendships i’ve made and have come to love so dearly. Not because I didn’t have faith in the relationships we’d built, but because I didn’t trust myself– that I could be loyal to those relationships, considering I had a track record of cutting ties so quickly.
Of course, since graduation, things have most certainly changed. I see many of my friends much less frequently than when we had class together three days a week. But those closest friends, the ones I most feared losing, haven’t budged. I see them less, but I love them the same. And I know they love me. We talk consistently, we support each other wholly, and we appreciate the various directions in which our respective lives are going.
Looking back on my experience leaving high school, as well as leaving my first college, I think that I was afraid to stay close to friends in those final months, finding myself backing out of those relationships slowly but surely, because I didn’t want leaving to hurt. I wanted to be able to slip out unnoticed. The classic Irish goodbye, if you will. And, if that was my ultimate goal, it worked. In many respects I think now I would have preferred the hurt if it meant I could have had a few more months of those wonderful friendships, and perhaps a slightly fonder memory of how I acted toward the end of them. What is that cliché phrase people say about love and loss? “It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?” I know I am talking about friendships more so than romance, but the sentiment prevails.
I spent time in my younger years believing fervently that the test of love is longevity. If it didn’t last, than it wasn’t love. But there is something my dad taught me a long time ago which has only begun to seep into my brain over the past few years. It is this…
“People are in your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.” – Dad
The quality of my relationships are not validated by their longevity. They are validated by the impact they’ve had on the person I am becoming. I have met people on subway benches who have affected my view of the world more so than friends I’ve known for years. And I still endow the title of best friend to kids I’ve not seen in a decade. Those people made me me, and I hold those relationships dear to my heart. I would even say I am sentimental about them. Even though I “lost” them a long time ago, I didn’t really. I never will. Because my best friend in second grade, Michael Ambrose, for example, is in my head every time I see two young boys playing catch in the park. Rafe Singer, with whom went to elementary school is a huge reason I fell in love with learning. Seven year old Nicole and Christine Bloom made seven year old Mickey want to be an actor. They helped to build me. And that is something I can’t lose.
I don’t know if I am rambling or not at this point. But, in case I am, I will reel it back to the core. The thesis of this post is this...
Yes, I am afraid to lose people I love. But I’ll be damned if I let that stop me from loving people I might lose.
My name is Mickey, and welcome to my Knowing Nothing blog, “Do it Happy.”
If you’re reading this, I assume you’ve already listened to at least one episode of my podcast, “Knowing Nothing,” and have chosen to venture deeper into the Sound Pollination rabbit hole. This post you’re reading now is my first of many, which will make up my blog. The real boy behind the microphone! My show is rather structured and produced, and at times I fear it can prevent me from seeming genuine with you. So this blog will be an opportunity for me to share more about myself as a person and as an everyday student of life.
I began the Knowing Nothing podcast for a few reasons. Firstly because I love learning new things, even if those things may never be relevant in my day-to-day. And secondly it is a way for me to force myself to keep creating. Now that I have listeners like you who like to learn as much as I do, you can hold me accountable to keeping new episodes coming.
My overarching mission for this podcast show is to make learning accessible to anyone from any walk of life. I, for one, am an actor. I do not have a PHD, and my undergrad degree isn’t in anything sciency or academic. But that doesn’t stop me from being curious! and curious people are the best people.
Now, what will this blog be, you ask? I haven’t any better clue than you! I am creating it as I go. But one thing I can assure you of is that it will be completely me. There are lots of things we can learn each day about the world and about ourselves. Since the Knowing Nothing podcast mostly covers science-based factual education, I’d like to use this blog to focus more on what education I’ve had personally in my life. How my relationships with ideas as well as with people have shaped me into the Mickey I am today. And that brings me to my blog’s name, “Do It Happy.”
If there is anything you need to know about me it is that I am a very happy person. Happiness is something I didn’t always value as necessary in my life. I used to be the kind of boy who would rather be right than be happy. Meaning I didn’t want to live in a blissful ignorance at the expense of having a close minded, ‘safe’ view of the world. I didn’t believe knowledge and happiness could coexist. But after voyaging further through my little life, I have come to a point where I know for certain happiness and Knowledge not only can co-exist, but actually magnify each other when they do. My mother once told me, “Mickey, if you’re gonna do something, you can either do it or you can do it happy.” And it’s a lesson I have lived by ever since. I believe it may just be the most important lesson I’ve learned to date. So if there is any message I’d like for you to glean from this blog, it is that you also have a choice– You can do it, or you can do it happy.
Sincerely, Mickey Roberts