December 25, 2014
December 24, 2014
December 22, 2014
December 21, 2014
December 18, 2014
candles at four o'oclock
“Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.”
">― Thomas de Quincey, “Confession of an English Opium
">― Thomas de Quincey, “Confession of an English Opium
December 13, 2014
December 9, 2014
Dickens
In every life, no matter how full or empty one's purse, there is tragedy. It is the one promise life always fulfills. Thus, happiness is a gift, and the trick is to not expect it, but to delight in it when it comes, and to add to other people's store of it... What do you do when your family shrinks?... Cry your tears, but then, do the vital thing - build a new family, person by person. Come to see that family need not be defined merely as those with whom you share your blood, but as those to whom you would give your blood. -Nicholas Nickleby
December 2, 2014
The Wind in the WIllows
It was a pretty sight,
and a seasonable one, that met their eyes when they flung the door open. In the
fore-court, lit by the dim rays of a horn lantern, some eight or ten little
field mice stood in a semicircle, red worsted comforters round their throats, their
fore-paws thrust deep into their pockets, their feet jigging for warmth. With
bright beady eyes they glanced shyly at each other, sniggering a little,
sniffing and applying coat- sleeves a good deal. As the door opened, one of the
elder ones that carried the lantern was just saying, 'Now then, one, two,
three!' and forthwith their shrill little voices uprose on the air, singing one
of the old-time carols that their forefathers composed in fields that were
fallow and held by frost, or when snow-bound in chimney corners, and handed
down to be sung in the miry street to lamp-lit windows at Yule-time.
Kenneth Graham
November 30, 2014
snow
“I wonder if the
snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it
covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go
to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Lewis Carroll
November 29, 2014
November 28, 2014
Giving, before receiving
So easy this season:
for nothing at all, you can donate hope
(it took me 2 minutes - 2 swabs to the cheeks and some paperwork):
Be a part of the healing music -
lovehopestrength
AND for purchase/donation (two birds; one stone):
Serengetee
Wear the world
empower women
support free trade
change lives
support an economy that isn't your own
give a fishing pole -- not just a fish
for nothing at all, you can donate hope
(it took me 2 minutes - 2 swabs to the cheeks and some paperwork):
Be a part of the healing music -
lovehopestrength
AND for purchase/donation (two birds; one stone):
Serengetee
Wear the world
empower women
support free trade
change lives
support an economy that isn't your own
give a fishing pole -- not just a fish
November 27, 2014
November 26, 2014
November 25, 2014
November 24, 2014
Pilgrims Progress
“a man there was, though some did count
him mad, the more he cast away the more he had.”
― John Bunyan
November 23, 2014
November 21, 2014
If
any late wanderer had looked in at midnight, he would have seen the fire
blazing up again, and in the cheerful glow the old cat blinking her yellow
eyes, as she sat bolt upright beside the spinning wheel, like some sort of
household goblin, guarding the children while they slept. -Louisa
May Alcott
November 16, 2014
November 2, 2014
October 31, 2014
October 19, 2014
The Witches of Eastwick
October's
crinkled gold hung in her kitchen window; the big ragged leaves on her grape
arbor were turning brown, from the edges in.
Off to the left, toward her bog, a little stand of birches released in a
shiver of wind a handful as of bright spear -points, twinkling as they fell to
the lawn.
John Updike
October 11, 2014
October 8, 2014
October 7, 2014
October 3, 2014
Aunt Frances
My darling girl, when are you going to realize that being
normal is not necessarily a virtue?
normal is not necessarily a virtue?
It rather denotes a lack of courage
September 21, 2014
September 19, 2014
September 6, 2014
August 31, 2014
Wake from the nightmare
"You wake from dreams of doom and—for a
moment—you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing,
love's calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn." Dag
Hammarskjöld, “Markings”
August 15, 2014
August 10, 2014
August 7, 2014
August 6, 2014
August 1, 2014
Dance
Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the
bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance
when you're perfectly free
Rumi
July 28, 2014
July 21, 2014
July 11, 2014
July 4, 2014
July 1, 2014
June 30, 2014
June 28, 2014
June 20, 2014
June 12, 2014
June 9, 2014
Parting Glass
Oh all the comrades that e'er I've had
Are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I've had
Would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
Are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I've had
Would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
June 8, 2014
Book of Longing
“I think
about you
when I’m
lying alone in
my room
with my mouth
open and
the remote
lost
somewhere in the bed”.
Lenoard
Cohen
May 2, 2014
March 20, 2014
March 6, 2014
Hafiz, The GIft
I wish I could show you
when you are lonely and in the darkness,
the Astonishing Light
of your own being
when you are lonely and in the darkness,
the Astonishing Light
of your own being
February 26, 2014
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