Wednesday ~ November 23, 2022

There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A good life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet.

Annie Dillard, b. 1945

Tuesday ~ November 22, 2022

 Color - Caste - Denomination - 

These - are Time's Affair - 

Death's diviner Classifying

Does not know they are -

As in sleep - All Hue forgotten -

Tenets - put behind -

Death's large - Democratic fingers

Rub away the Brand -

Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886

Monday ~ November 21, 2022

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms or books that are written in a foreign tongue. The point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live your way some distant day into the answers.

Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875 - 1926

Sunday ~ November 20, 2022

 Today is a new day. You will get out of it just what you put into it... If you have made mistakes, even serious mistakes, there is always another chance for you, And supposing you have tried and failed, again and again, you may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call "failure" is not the falling down, but the staying down.

Mary Pickford, 1892 - 1979

Saturday ~ November 19, 2022

This ambitious foul infirmity,

In having much, torments us with defect

Of that we have; so then we do neglect

The thing we have.

William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616

Friday ~ November 18, 2022

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 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

Thursday ~ November 17, 2022

 Not in the solitude

 Alone may we commune with Heaven,

 or see Only savage wood And sunny vale, the present Deity;

 Or only hear its voice

 Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice.

Even here do I behold Thy steps, Almighty! - here, amidst the crowd,

 Through the great city rolled, With everlasting murmur deep and loud -

Choking the ways that wind

'Mongst the proud piles, the work of humankind.

William Cullen Bryant, 1794 - 1878