Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Wednesday ~ September 25, 2019

No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new heaven to the human spirit.

(Helen Keller, 1880 - 1968)

Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Tuesday ~ September 24, 2019

We all have these moments when the rose loses its color for some reason, or the music no longer stirs us, or the sweet, gentle soul across from us no longer seems to soften our heart. To move in and out of meaning is as natural as moving in and out of light because clouds form and dissipate... It reminds me of a man who built a home on a cliff bu sea, only to have a month-long fog roll in. He cursed the place and moved away, but a week after he'd gone, the fog cleared. being human, we all have fogs roll in around our heart, and often, our lives depend on the quiet courage to wait for them to clear.

(Mark Nepo, b. 1951)

Sunday, September 22, 2019

Sunday ~ September 22, 2019

Thou hast nor youth, nor age,
But as it were an after-dinner's sleep
Dreaming on both; for all thy blessed youth
Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
Of palsied eld: and when thou art old and rich,
Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty
To make thy riches pleasant.
What's yet in this
That bears the name of life?

(William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616)

Friday, September 20, 2019

Friday ~ September 20, 2019

Rumour is a pipe
Blown by surprises, jealousies, conjectures,
And of so easy and so plain a stop
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still-discordant wav'ring multitude,
Can play upon it.

(William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616)

Thursday, September 19, 2019

Thursday ~ September 19,2019

I am not what I have nor what I do;
But what I was I am, I am even I.
Therefore myself is that one only thing
I hold to use or waste, to keep or give;
My sole possession every day I live.

(Christina Rossetti, 1830 - 1894)

Saturday, September 14, 2019

Saturday ~ September 14, 2019

Here is a mystery: If sweeping through the door of my heart there moves continually a genuine love for you, it bypasses all your hate and all your indifference and gets through to you at your center. You are powerless to do anything about it. You may keep alive in devious ways the fires of your bitter heart, but they cannot get through to me. Underneath the surface of all the tension, something else is at work. It is utterly impossible for you to keep another from loving you.

(Howard Thurman, 1899 - 1981)

Friday, September 13, 2019

September ~ 13, 2019

I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

(Elizabeth Bishop, 1911 - 1979)

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