“A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve many charms if it were not too often combined with parental and conjugal anger. There remains in the face of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.”
Jean Paul Richter
So hard to believe this autumn bud was just captured a little over a month ago… it will always remind me of the transformative weekend in my hometown of Portland, OR, where I took another powerful step toward creating inner peace and being love.
@ Portland Rose Garden
“The sound of the water…
says what I think.”
“So many tangles in life
are ultimately hopeless
that we have no appropriate
sword other than laughter.”
Gordon W. Allport
“Life is thickly sown with thorns,
and I know no other remedy
than to pass quickly through them.
The longer we dwell on our misfortunes,
the greater is their power to harm us.”
“LIFE is a mosaic of pleasure and pain – grief is an interval between two moments of joy. Peace is the interlude between two wars. You have no rose without a thorn; the diligent picker will avoid the pricks and gather the flower. There is no bee without the sting; cleverness consists in gathering the honey nevertheless.”
Sri Sathya Sai Baba
“There are three types of approaches towards the Lord; the Eagle type, which swoops down on the target with a greedy swiftness and suddenness which, by its very impact, fails to secure the object coveted; the Monkey type, which flits hither and thither, from one to another, unable to decide which is tasty; and the Ant type which moves steadily, though slowly towards the object which it has decided is desirable. The ant does not hit the fruit hard and makes it fall away; it does not pluck all the fruits it seeks; it appropriates just as much as it can assimilate and no more. Do not fritter away the time allotted to you for sojourning on the earth in foolish foppery and fanciful foibles, which always keep you outdoors. When are you to walk indoors into the warmth and quiet of your own interior? Retire into solitude and silence now and then; experience the joy derivable only from them.”
“PLATITUDE, n. The fundamental element and special glory of popular literature. A thought that snores in words that smoke. The wisdom of a million fools in the diction of a dullard. A fossil sentiment in artificial rock. All that is mortal of a departed truth. A jelly-fish withering on the shore of the sea of thought. A desiccated epigram.”
“She tells me she wants to be a raindrop.
She doesn’t mind falling.
As long as she’s not alone,
and raindrops are never alone.”
When Five Fell – by Wong Fu Productions
“The mark of your ignorance is
the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world,
the master calls a butterfly.”
“No creature is fully itself till it is,
like the dandelion, opened in the bloom
of pure relationship to the sun,
the entire living cosmos.”