Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with the Gods,
whatever you conceive Them to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Strive to be happy.
© 1927 Max Ehrmann
“Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary.”
-Sir Cecil Beaton
Suddenly before my eyes
hues of indigo arise.
With them, how my spirit sighs
paint the sky with stars.
Only night will ever know
why the heavens never show
all the dreams there are to know
paint the sky with stars.
Who has placed the midnight sky
so a spirit has to fly?
As the heavens seem so far
now, who will paint the midnight star?
Night has brought to those who sleep
only dreams they cannot keep.
I have legends in the deep
paint the sky with stars.
Who has placed the midnight sky
so a spirit has to fly?
As the heavens seem so far
now, who will paint the midnight star?
Place a name upon the night,
one to set your heart alight
and to make the darkness bright
paint the sky with stars.
-From Enya's "Paint The Sky With Stars".
“It is said, and it is true, that just before we are born a cavern angel puts his finger to our lips and says, 'Hush, don't tell what you know.' This is why we are born with a cleft on our upper lips and remembering nothing of where we came from.”
-Roderick MacLesh in "Prince Ombra"
O the snow, the beautiful snow,
Filling the sky and the earth below!
Over the house-tops, over the street,
Over the heads of the people you meet,
Beautiful snow! It can do nothing wrong.
Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek;
Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak.
Beautiful snow from the heavens above,
Pure as an angel and fickle as love!
O the snow, the beautiful snow!
How the flakes gather and laugh as they go!
Whirling about in its maddening fun,
It plays in its glee with everyone.
It lights up the face and it sparkles the eye;
And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,
Snap at the crystals that eddy around.
The town is alive, and its heart in a glow
To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.
How the wild crowd goes swaying along,
Hailing each other with humor and song!
How the gay sledges like meteors flash by,
Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye.
Dashing they go
Over the crest of the beautiful snow:
Snow so pure when it falls form the sky,
To be trampled in mud by the crowd going by;
To be trampled and tracked by the thousands of feet
Till it blends with horrible filth in the street.
Once I was pure as the snow, -but I fell;
Fell, like the snow-flakes, from heaven - to hell;
Fell, to be tramped as the filth of the street;
Fell, to be scoffed, to be spit on, and beat.
Dreading to die,
Selling my soul to whoever would buy,
Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,
Hating the living and fearing the dead.
Merciful God! have I fallen so low?
And yet I was once like this beautiful snow!
Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,
With an eye like its crystals, a heart like its glow;
Once I was loved for my innocent grace, -
Flattered and sought for the charm of my face.
God, and myself I have lost by my fall.
The veriest wretch that goes shivering by
Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander to nigh;
For of all that is on or about me, I know
There is nothing that's pure but the beautiful snow.
How strange it should be that this beautiful snow
Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!
How strange it would be, when the night comes again,
If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain!
Too wicked for prayer, to weak for my moan
To be heard in the crash of the crazy town,
Gone mad in its joy at the snow coming down;
To lie and to die in my terrible woe,
With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow.
- James. W. Watson
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at Gods all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only Gods can make a tree.
- Joyce Kilmer
“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love - time is eternity.”
-Henry Van Dyke Browning
“I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.”
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
“If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand.”
“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
that you can keep going long after you can't.
that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
that either you control your attitude or it controls you.
that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.
heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
that money is a lousy way of keeping score.
that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.
that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up.
that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.
that your family won't always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren't related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren't biological.
that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.
that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.
that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.
that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.
that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
that the people you care about most in life are usually taken from you way too soon.
To The Crazy Ones
Here's to the crazy ones.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine. They heal.
They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
We make tools for these kinds of people.
While some see them as the crazy ones,
we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think
they can change the world, are the ones who do.
I am the center of my universe, but I do not live here alone.
Each move I make creates a ripple in someone else's ocean.
Each breath I take affects the air all around me.
Each word I utter falls on someone else's ears.
That which I touch is felt by another.
That which I do will certainly affect another.
That which I do not, will also affect another.
We never know how far reaching something we say or do really is until it returns to us, and it always does.
All things in life form a circle; whether we see the circle or not.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
“Look to this day for it is life. In its brief course lie all the realities and truths of existence, the joy of growth, the glory of action, the splendor of beauty... Today, well lived, makes every yesterday a memory of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day.”
-Ancient Sanskrit Proverb
The Copper Rule: “Do unto other before they do unto you.”
The Bronze Rule: “Do unto others, then run!”
The Silver Rule: There is no Silver rule.
The Golden Rule: “Do unto others as you wish done unto you.”
The Platinum Rule: “Do unto others as they wish done unto them.”
The Flibble Rule: “Shoot them and get on with your life.”
The Magnesium Rule: “Just burn them!”
“When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.”
-James M. Barrie
How To Be
Live juicy. Stamp out conformity. Stay in bed all day. Dream of gypsy wagons. Find snails making love. Develop an astounding appetite for books. Drink sunsets. Draw out your feelings. Amaze yourself. Be ridiculous. Stop worrying. Now. If not now, then when? Make yes your favorite word. Marry yourself. Dry your clothes in the sun. Eat mangos naked. Keep toys in the bathtub. Spin yourself dizzy. Hang upside down. Follow a child. Celebrate an old person. Send a love letter to yourself. Be advanced. Try endearing. Invent new ways to love. Transform negatives. Delight someone. Wear pajamas to a drive in movie. Allow yourself to feel rich without money. Be who you truly are and the money will follow. Believe in everything. You are always on your way to a miracle. © Sark '90
The Miracle Is You!
Would You Rather... Have living eyebrows that crawl about your face OR leave a trail of paprika wherever you go?
Would You Rather... Have a sinus infection where anytime you sneeze while in the presence of others, they change sex OR have an inability to distinguish between babies and English muffins?
Would You Rather... Briefly turn into Dom DeLuise every 45 minutes OR have skin 15 times bigger than it has to be?
Would You Rather... Be unaffected by the Higgs field a theoretical superforce that permeates the universe, endowing matter with mass OR fart confetti?
Would You Rather... Have sexual organs that glow red like E.T.'s heart when you're attracted to someone OR have the faint sound of playground chatter perpetually emanating from your crotch?
Would You Rather... Be able to avoid doing chores and facing minor relationship problems by hiding under some coats for a little while OR be able to bake chicken pot pie in your pants?
Would You Rather... Have the head of Hervé Villechaize (Fantasy Island's Tattoo) in place of your left hand, and the head of Ricardo Montalban (Fantasy Island's Mr. Roarke) in place of your right hand OR be unable to go anywhere without an entourage of bickering Vietnamese politicians?
Would You Rather... Belch the sound of a gong OR sneeze the sound of a bowling strike?
Would You Rather... Have a chest of thick poison oak OR a sausage halo?
Would You Rather... Have a life-size tattoo of Andy Griffith on your back OR be permitted to use only one deodorant scent: sour cream and chives?
Would You Rather... Fight Mike Tyson OR talk like him?
Would You Rather... Appear as Yasir Arafat in the mirror OR have a bizarre neurological condition where anytime you enter a room, Darth Vader's theme sounds?
Would You Rather... Be hole-punched to death OR be eaten alive by the cast of Diff'rent Strokes?
Would You Rather... Collect lint at ten thousand times your natural rate (the average American accrues ¼ pound of lint a day.) OR have everything in life relayed out loud by Marv Albert?
Would You Rather... Watch a porno movie with your parents OR watch a porno movie starring your parents?
From Justin Heimberg and David Gomberg's book Would You Rather?? (Plume, 1997).
“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.”
-Henry David Thoreau
By William Blake
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head.
The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
“Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.”
Not In Vain
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
I thought you would want to know about this email virus. Even the most
advanced programs from Norton or McAfee cannot take care of this one. It
appears to mostly affect those of us who were born prior to 1960.
- Causes you to send the same email twice.
- Causes you to send a blank email.
- Causes you to send e-mail to the wrong person.
- Causes you to send it back to the person who sent it to you.
- Causes you to forget to attach the attachment.
- Causes you to hit "SEND" before you've finished.
- Causes you to hit "DELETE" instead of "SEND".
It is called the "C-Nile Virus".
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue. And I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man; a motion and a spirit, that impels all thinking things, all objects of all thought, and rolls through all things. Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth; of all the mighty world of eye and ear, -- both what they half create, and what perceive; well pleased to recognise in nature and the language of the sense the anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, the guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul of all my moral being...
- from "Tintern Abbey" by William Wordsworth
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Do It Anyway
People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
If you find serenity and happiness, others may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
If you give the world the best you have, it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you've got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God;
It was never between you and other people anyway.
Recipe for Happiness
- 2 Heaping Cups of Patience
- 1 Heartful of Love
- 2 Hands of Generosity
- Dash of Laughter
- 1 Headful of Understanding
- Sprinkle with Kindness
- Add Plenty of Faith
Spread over a lifetime.
Serve to everyone you meet.
A man is walking along a beach when he spies quite some distance ahead a
figure walking slowly by the shore-line bending down and picking something
up and placing it in the ocean. He thinks nothing of it until he notices
that the man seems to be repeating this pattern every few yards... walking
slowly, bending over, picking something up and placing it in the water.
Soon he catches up with the curious person and being an inquisitive soul he
asks the man, "Whatever are you doing?"
"Can't you see?" asks the man by the sea pointing to the
shoreline. "I'm helping these little guys back to safety."
Sure enough, there on the shore line are hundreds and hundreds of the
tiniest star fish that he has ever seen, all washed up on the sand, drying
out in the mid-day sun.
"Ahhh", he says, but confused by the sheer numbers, he says to
the starfish man, "But surely you'll NEVER make a difference with SO many of these little guys lying here."
To which the starfish man smiled, picked up another, placed it carefully in the ocean, and said cheerfully, "I made a difference to that one!"
"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 dreams, for the adventure of being
I need to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you
have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled 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, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you're 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. I want to know if
you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your life from God's presence. I want to know if you
can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a
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 for the
It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to
know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink
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."
I asked for strength...
And the Gods gave me difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for wisdom...
And the Gods gave me problems to solve.
I asked for prosperity...
And the Gods gave me brain and brawn to work.
I asked for courage...
And the Gods gave me danger to overcome.
I asked for love...
And the Gods gave me troubled people to help.
I asked for favors...
And the Gods gave me opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted...
I received everything I needed!
May the Lord & Lady bless you with unspeakable joy, not only in this world, but also in worlds to come. May your path be bright and full of light everywhere you go, and that darkness flees at your command. I pray your feet will never stumble off your true path. May the desires of your heart come true, and may you experience peace in everything you do. May goodness, kindness, & mercy come your way, and may you grow in wisdom.
Remember that everything you worry about fits neatly into a three-pound universe between your ears...
How can you get very far
If you don't know Who You Are?
How can you do what you ought,
If you don't know What You've Got?
And if you don't know Which To Do
Of all the things in Front of You,
Then what you'll have when you are through
Is just a mess without a clue
Of All the best that can come true
If you know What and Which and Who.
-From Winnie the Pooh
Always do right. This will gratify many people, and astonish the rest...
Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
He who knows
not, and knows not that he knows not, is a fool. Shun him. He who knows not, and
knows that he knows not, is a child. Teach him. He who knows, and knows
not that he knows, is asleep. Wake him. He who knows, and knows that he
knows, is wise. Follow him...
Imagine there is a bank which credits your account each morning with $86,400, carries over no balance from day to day, allows you
to keep no cash balance, and every evening cancels whatever part of the
amount you had failed to use during the day.
What would you do?
Draw out every cent, of course!
Well, everyone has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it
credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost,
whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries
over no balance. It allows no overdraft.
Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the records
of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is
There is no going back. There is no drawing against the
"tomorrow". You must live in the present on today's deposits.
Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and
The clock is running. Make the most of today..
To realize the value of ONE YEAR Ask a student who has failed his
To realize the value of ONE MONTH
Ask a mother who has given birth to a pre-mature
To realize the value of ONE WEEK
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of ONE DAY
Ask a daily wage laborer who has ten kids to feed.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE
Ask a person who has missed the train.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND
Ask a person who has survived an accident.
To realize the value of ONE MILLI-SECOND
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in
Treasure every moment that you have!
And treasure it more because you shared it with
someone special.. special enough to have
your time... and remember time waits for no one...
“I recommend you to take care of the minutes,
for hours will take care of themselves.”
-Philip Dormer Stanhope, Lord Chesterfield
“The gods never close a door
without opening another one.”
“It's the hallways I hate.”
DO RE MI
by Homer J. Simpson.
*ahem* La la la la...
DO...... the stuff... that buys me
RAY..... the guy that sells me beer...
ME...... the guy... who drinks the beer,
FAR..... a long way to get beer...
SO...... I'll have another beer...
LA...... I'll have another beer...
TEA..... no thanks, I'm drinking beer...
That will bring us back to...
(looks into an empty
Eagles may soar, free
and proud, but
weasels never get sucked into jet engines...
Go placidly amid the noise & haste and remember what peace there may be in
silence. as far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all
persons. Speak your truth quietly & clearly; and listen to others, even
dull & ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud & aggressive
persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with
others, you may become vain & bitter; for always there will be greater &
lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your
plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real
possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your
business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not
blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and
everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign
affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity &
disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of
the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength
of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself
with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue & loneliness. Beyond a
wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the
universe, no less than the trees & the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding
as it should. Therefore be at peace with the Gods, whatever you conceive
them to be, and whatever your labors & aspirations, in the noisy confusion
of life keep peace with your soul. With all it's sham, drudgery & broken
dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.
The Gods may guide your
steps but you still
have to watch where you put your feet...
The "I Am" Chant
I am that I am
I am that I am
I am that
I am that
I am all things for
the highest of good
I am shaman
I am positive
I am healing
I am success
I am spirit
I am goddess
I am god
I am peace
I am love
I am balance
I am unity
I am harmony
I have peace
I have harmony
I have love
I have unity
I have success
I have balance
I have positive light
I have but to speak, my words create
my thoughts are manifestations
I am an open channel through which
flows the spirit of life
I am the flame of spirit
I am connected to the life force
that which I reach for I achieve
I am the highest of good
for the positive benefit of all
for the good of all
The healing of Gaia-Earth
and all spirits living on her body
I am that I am
I am that
A day without sunshine
like, you know, night...
EVERYTHING.... By Francie
Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood
and always had something positive to say. When someone would ask him how
he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be
He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him
around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed
Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an
employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to
look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and
asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the
time. How do you do it?" Jerry replied,
"Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Jerry, you have two choices
today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a
bad mood.' I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad
happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I
choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can
choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of
life. I choose the positive side of life."
"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.
"Yes it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When
you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you
react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You
choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice
how you live life."
I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant
industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but often thought about
him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it. Several
years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do
in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was
held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe,
his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The
robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly
and rushed to the local trauma center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks
of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of
the bullets still in his body. I saw Jerry about six months after the
accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any
better, I'd be twins. Wanna see my scars?"
I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his
mind as the robbery took place. "The first thing that went through my
mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied.
"Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I
could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live.
"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.
"The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be
fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the
expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared.
In their eyes, I read, 'He's a dead man. "I knew I needed to take
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me,"
said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes,' I
replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my
reply.. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Bullets!' Over their laughter,
I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not
Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his
amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to
Attitude, after all, is everything.
What's Wiccan, flies
around, and makes honey?
The Blessed Bee!
Life isn't about keeping score.
It's not about how many friends you have or how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone.
It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date, how many
people you've dated
Or if you haven't been with anyone at all.
It isn't about who you have kissed
It's not about sex.
It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have
Or what kind of car you drive.
Or where you are sent to school.
It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are.
Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on
Or what kind of music you listen to.
It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown
Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart everybody
else thinks you are
Or how smart standardized tests say you are.
It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport.
It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper
and seeing who will "accept the written you."
LIFE JUST ISN'T.
But, life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully.
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.
About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.
It's about what judgments you pass and why. And who your judgments
are spread to.
It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention.
It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.
It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow, and spreading
But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison other
people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected, and those choices
are what life's all about.
Live fully, Laugh often, Love all ways, Look within...
Comes The Dawn
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and
chaining a soul And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company
doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't
contracts and presents aren't promises And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman, not the
grief of a child And you learn to build all of your roads on today because
tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of
falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure that you really are strong and you
really do have worth. And you learn and you learn with every goodbye you
“Do not be too moral. You may cheat yourself out of much of life. So aim above morality. Be not simply good; be good for something.”
-Henry David Thoreau
Have you ever wondered if strange yet realistic dreams aren't merely the occassional awareness of multiple eigenstates? Or if a
Schrodingerian mystic were to assume that reality were more subject to the
whims of consensus than we are brought to believe...
If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten
lava, let'em go, because, man, they're gone...
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean --
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth
instead of up and down -- who is gazing around
with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms
and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed,
how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
We do not inherit the Earth from our parents.
We borrow it from our children.
-Old Native American proverb
Who can say if we have heaven,
who can say the way it should be;
Moonlight holly, the Sappho comet,
Angel's tears below a tree.
You talk of the break of morning
as you view the new aurora,
in crimson, the key of heaven,
one love carved in acojou.
One told me of China Roses,
a thousand nights and one night,
Earth's last picture, the end of
hue of indigo and blue.
A new moon leads me to
dream and I follow.
A new world waits for me;
my dream, my
I know that if I have heaven
nothing to desire.
Rain and river, a world of wonder
paradise to me.
I see the sun...
I see the stars...
-From Enya's "The Memory Of Trees".
Our greatest glory is not in never falling,
but in rising every time we fall.
Here's something thought-provoking I found on the
of a Celestial Seasonings Wild Berry Zinger box...
Is anybody happier because you passed his way?
Does anybody remember
that you spoke to him today?
This day is almost over,
and it's tolling time is through;
Is there anyone to utter now,
a friendly word for you?
Can you say tonight in passing,
that you helped a single
of the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing,
over what you did or said?
whose hopes were fading
now with courage look ahead?
Think not on yesterday, nor trouble borrow
on what may be in store
for you tomorrow;
But let today be your incessant care-
The past is past, tomorrows's
in the air.
Who gives today the best that in him lies
will find the road that
leads to clearer skies.
-John Kendrick Bangs
Help me to be careful of
the toes I step on today, as they may be connected to the ass that
I might have to kiss tomorrow...