posted January 26, 2017 10:24 PM            

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Originally posted by Pearlty:
... saw this and it made me think of the energy abound during Thanksgiving, which would be a wonderful feat if that extention lasted throughout the year.

"Each day, each season, each cycle offers something of beauty.
Let us notice and give thanks.”
~ Diane Mariechild

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(music) Thanksgiving Song (Mary Chapin Carpenter, lyrics) [3:19] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2e1s9R2IHIQ

posted January 27, 2017 11:14 PM            

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Originally posted by Randall:
Gobble, gobble.

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posted February 01, 2017 09:18 PM            

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Originally posted by Pearlty:

Thinking ahead a little..

When the first fine spring days come, and the earth awakes and assumes its garment of verdure, when the perfumed warmth of the air blows on our faces and fills our lungs, and even appears to penetrate to our heart, we feel vague longings for undefined happiness, a wish to run, to walk at random, to inhale the spring.
~Guy de Maupassant

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Yess!! If only he wasn't so cynical...

posted February 02, 2017 09:15 AM            

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Originally posted by Ayelet:
Or perchance simply pessimistic concerning human nature...

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Could be ^

posted March 12, 2017 12:30 PM            

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Originally posted by Pearlty:
I know nothing. There is nothing that I know. But the heart senses certain things. Let your heart speak, question faces, do not listen to tongues.
~ Umberto Eco

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posted March 16, 2017 08:27 PM            

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Originally posted by Pearlty:
I know nothing. There is nothing that I know. But the heart senses certain things. Let your heart speak, question faces, do not listen to tongues.
~ Umberto Eco

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posted April 11, 2017 09:57 AM            

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living. --
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are. --
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon... --
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know --
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know --
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me --
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming
from the book The Invitation
published by HarperONE, San Francisco,
1999 All rights reserved http://www.oriah.org/

I'm promoting Oriah's work today.
(And, her website is attractive, calm, and well organized.)

Someone at LL several years ago had left some of Oriah's writings (from her blog) on a post. It touched my heart, so I visited the site and managed to sign-up for a feed, which, I mixed up was a newsletter.

Today (April 10) she had interesting thoughts about 'maps' we use. I think it's fascinating when I find people who's own inner world thought activity parallels mine.

This is the specific blog I get her feeds on.
Promoting fellow artists!

posted April 12, 2017 05:27 PM            

Beautiful add Mirage
and the link as well.

posted May 26, 2017 01:12 PM            

The words of the bards come down the centuries to us, warm with living breath.
~ Pádraic Pearse

Trying to remember old dreams. A voice. Who came in.
And meanwhile the rain, all day, all evening,
quiet steady sound. Before it grew too dark
watched the blue iris leaning under the rain,
the flame of the poppies guttered and went out.
A voice. Almost recalled. There have been times
the gods entered. Entered a room, a cave?
A long enclosure where I was, the fourth wall of it
too distant or too dark to see. The birds are silent,
no moths at the lit windows. Only a swaying rosebush
pierces the table’s reflection, raindrops gazing from it.
There have been hands laid on my shoulders.
What has been said to me,
how has my life replied?
The rain, the rain...
~Denise Levertov

posted May 26, 2017 06:49 PM            

Tell her that's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.

Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired;
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.

Then die! that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee;
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

~Edmund Waller
Pisces
3 March 1606 – 21 October 1687
http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/waller/wallerbio.htm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-lovely-rose/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmund_Waller

posted May 27, 2017 01:45 PM            

*sniffle sniffle

posted June 21, 2017 12:46 PM            

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Every human character appears only once in the history of human beings. And so does every event of love.
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What nature delivers to us is never stale. Because what nature creates has eternity in it.
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Life is God's novel. Let him write it.
~ Isaac Bashevis Singer

posted June 23, 2017 09:38 AM            

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Originally posted by Pearlty:
Cosmic Love is absolutely Ruthless and Highly Indifferent: it teaches its lessons whether you like/dislike them or not.
~John C. Lilly

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