Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you,
not knowing how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They are in each other all along.

~Jelaluddin Rumi
  Trans., Coleman Barks
  Rumi, The Big Red Book, p. 377
Unless someone like you
cares a whole awful lot,
nothing is going to get better.
It's not.

~Dr. Seuss, The Lorax

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Gamble everything for love,
if you are a true human being.
If not, leave this gathering.

Half-heartedness does not reach into majesty.
You set out to find God,
then you keep stopping for long periods
at mean-spirited roadhouses.

~Jelaluddin Rumi
Translated, Coleman Barks
Rumi: The Big Red Book (p. 457)

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Starting Over

Ms. D and the JF

The Art of Racing in the Rain

"To live every day as if it had been stolen from death, that is how I would like to live. To feel the joy of life, as Eve felt the joy of life. To separate oneself from the burden, the angst, the anguish that we all encounter every day. To say I am alive, I am wonderful, I am. I am. That is something to aspire to. When I am a person, this is how I will live my life."

The Art of Racing in the Rain
Garth Stein
Talk to someone who does not keep score,
who is not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing,
who has not the slightest interest even
in his own personality. He is free.


Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.

~Jelaluddin Rumi
  Translated, Coleman Barks
  Rumi: The Big Red Book (p. 367)
Come, come, whoever you are,
wanderer, fire worshiper, lover of leaving.
This is not a caravan of despair.
It does not matter that you have broken your vow
a thousand times, still come,
and yet again come.

~Jelaluddin Rumi
  Translated, Coleman Barks
  Rumi: The Big Red Book (p.28)

Thursday, March 31, 2011



I have this thing for hands. Someone said, "Hands are windows to the soul." Always one of the first things I notice about someone, our hands are incredible. We touch, build, tear, create, destroy, and express with our hands what words cannot. They will tell you a story, tell you about the person in front of you.
"Devil's Bridge"
Federico Erra