I wonder, often. I read, write, listen to music, and collect things: images, quotes, and dreams. This blog is sort of like a virtual cork board, my cubbyhole. One day I may post several images that are meaningful. Another day, a song or video I like, or I might tell you what I'm currently reading. This is a collection of things that make my heart happy.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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)
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
"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.
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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)
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)
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)
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Hands
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
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