Saturday ~ March 7, 2020

To live is to suffer; To survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.

(Roberta Flack, b. 1937)

Friday ~ March 6, 2020

It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.

(Wendell Berry, b. 1934)

Thursday ~ March 5, 2020

Talent is like electricity... Electricity makes no judgment. You can plug into it and light up a lamp, a heart pump going, light a cathedral, or you can electrocute a person with it, Electricity will do all that. It makes no judgment. I think talent is like that. I believe every person is born with talent.

(Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014)

Wednesday ~ March 4, 2020

Be mindful at all times of the following: the nature of the whole universe, the nature of the part that is me, the relation of the one to the other, the one so vast, the other so small. No one can ever prevent me from saying and doing what is in complete conformity with the whole of which I am so small yet integral a part.

(Marcus Aurelius, 121 - 180)

Tuesday ~ March 3, 2020

Life is short, and it's up to you to make it sweet.

(Sarah Louise Delany, 1889 - 1999)

Monday - March 2, 2020

Somehow in thanksgiving I see clearly, if but for a fleeting moment, that much, much has come my way as a normal part of my dependency, without my being aware of it... perhaps, it is always true that the test of my thanksgiving is the humility which it inspires. Self-examination, thanksgiving, humility: let us experience them in our quiet time in the presence of God.

(Howard Thurman, 1899 - 1981)

Sunday ~ March 1, 2020

What is this life if, full of care
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet how they can dance,
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

(William Henry Davies, 1871 - 1940)