"The weakest living creature, by concentrating his powers on a single object, can accomplish something. The strongest, by dispensing his over many, may fail to accomplish anything. The drop, by continually falling, bores its passage through the hardest rock. The hasty torrent rushes over it with hideous uproar, and leaves no trace behind."
Thomas Carlyle, essayist and historian
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Quote For The Day
"As you go about your day, notice the mirror faces around you and feel the muscles of your own face. When you feel a bit of stress or tension, allow the ends of your mouth to curve up, lightening heaviness; softening the energy within and around you as you share the gift of your smile.
A smile can carry you lightly through an entire day."
Florence Ondré
A smile can carry you lightly through an entire day."
Florence Ondré
Friday, June 05, 2009
Quote For The Day
"Underground nuclear testing, defoliation of the rain forests, toxic waste...
Let's put it this way: if the world were a big apartment, we wouldn't get our deposit back."
John Ross
Let's put it this way: if the world were a big apartment, we wouldn't get our deposit back."
John Ross
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Quote For The Day
"Translation is the art of erasing oneself in order to speak in another's voice."
David Cole, professor, author, and correspondent
(b. 1958)
David Cole, professor, author, and correspondent
(b. 1958)
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Quote For The Day
"Our heads are round so that thoughts can change direction."
Francis Picabia, painter and poet (1879-1953)
Francis Picabia, painter and poet (1879-1953)
Quote For The Day
We have not passed that subtle line between childhood and adulthood until we move from the passive voice to the active voice - that is, until we have stopped saying 'It got lost,' and say, 'I lost it.'
Sydney J. Harris, journalist (1917-1986)
Sydney J. Harris, journalist (1917-1986)
Sunday, May 31, 2009
The Edge Of Seasons
Sunny Sunday
Beach breezes blowing coolness off the Atlantic
New roses, pink and petals fluttering
Riotous red Cardinals brightening georgeousness of greens hedges and tree leaves;
Trilling exciting new summer songs
People parading with surfboards under wetsuited arms
Bicyclers pedaling by; leaving trails of sunshine smiles as they speed along
Strollers taking in the sun on a pleasant constitutional
Babies happily babbling to the tune of perambulation
Neighborhood dogs calling bow wow hellos to each other
Dining al fresco, a mid day highlight
Enjoyment afoot
And then they roll in, sweeping sun from view
At once, in a moment's time span, it is grey and misty
And all cools.
Goodbye May
Hello June
Nap time is nigh
Beach breezes blowing coolness off the Atlantic
New roses, pink and petals fluttering
Riotous red Cardinals brightening georgeousness of greens hedges and tree leaves;
Trilling exciting new summer songs
People parading with surfboards under wetsuited arms
Bicyclers pedaling by; leaving trails of sunshine smiles as they speed along
Strollers taking in the sun on a pleasant constitutional
Babies happily babbling to the tune of perambulation
Neighborhood dogs calling bow wow hellos to each other
Dining al fresco, a mid day highlight
Enjoyment afoot
And then they roll in, sweeping sun from view
At once, in a moment's time span, it is grey and misty
And all cools.
Goodbye May
Hello June
Nap time is nigh
Quote For The Day
"We are all wanderers in the desert; at heart,
searching for the oasis of companions in kindness."
florence ondré
searching for the oasis of companions in kindness."
florence ondré
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Quote For The Day
"It's not where you start. It's not even where you finish. It's the journey along the way!"
Florence Ondré
Florence Ondré
Friday, May 29, 2009
E.T. Phone home...
It's one of those days today.
Fuzzy brained and feeling covered with a big blanket of velour, I know I'm awake yet half of me is asleep somewhere in the cosmos..
What is in retrograde today?
No matter how well I've worded or worked, whatever is done winds up having to be redone.
A red sock finds it's way into a load of carefully sorted whites; buttons pushed to answer phones disconnect instead; in the best of intentions of recycling, checks wind up in the shredder with the envelopes in which they came and books with intriguing titles are begun which seem to have a familiar ring as you delve into the second or third chapter only to find yourself realizing, "My God. I've read this one already!"
Yes. Today was one of those days.
An email sent to me by my friend, Carol, made me think enough to want to share with others.
So, I cut, pasted, eliminated the naggy part at the bottom which usually attempts to guilt you into sending to '10 of your best friends' and threatens with some kind of negative reprisals from the Gods of Bad Luck if you don't. Then I added a personal note, a quote of my own and, after making sure it was all in order, sent with Light & Love.
Minutes later, I get a reply from my friend, Ben, thanking me for the lovely thoughts and discreetly pointing out a small error in my own quote. "I think you meant to type it differently... not sure," writes he ever so lovingly giving me a heads up. He knows I'll go crazy over the mistake if left uncorrected.
I'm a stickler for spelling and live in fear of looking like an uneducated schmuck for 'putting i before e after c,' leaving out any of what should be double letters or writing 'there' when i mean 'their.'
You get the picture.
Perfectionism is one of my challenges in many things and the rules in English class still ring in my head.
Yet, as diligent as I may try to be, electronic components of energy zip in and zap my best efforts, sending out half words crunched together, missing first letters of words and a nice word picture of me as either lunatic, space cadet or unintelligent.
"A writer?" I can hear people whisper in my head full of critiques. "Is she delusional?"
'Tsk tsks' slip across the ethernet and I cringe thinking, "I can't believe I just sent that out! Yeah, great. Nice to be quoted as the poet who can't spell...or spellcheck!"
I can't believe that my perfectly worded AND SPELLED missive wound up with a glaring word crunch- in red no less-size 20 type!
What is left to do?
Of course. Out goes the follow up e in which I edit the quote, spell the offending word correctly and fix the wordbotch glitch.
And then thank AOL once again for an oops which gave me yet another opportunity to grow in humility, let go of perfection and practice of patience with the wonderfully flawed process of being human...in an electronic age.
Fuzzy brained and feeling covered with a big blanket of velour, I know I'm awake yet half of me is asleep somewhere in the cosmos..
What is in retrograde today?
No matter how well I've worded or worked, whatever is done winds up having to be redone.
A red sock finds it's way into a load of carefully sorted whites; buttons pushed to answer phones disconnect instead; in the best of intentions of recycling, checks wind up in the shredder with the envelopes in which they came and books with intriguing titles are begun which seem to have a familiar ring as you delve into the second or third chapter only to find yourself realizing, "My God. I've read this one already!"
Yes. Today was one of those days.
An email sent to me by my friend, Carol, made me think enough to want to share with others.
So, I cut, pasted, eliminated the naggy part at the bottom which usually attempts to guilt you into sending to '10 of your best friends' and threatens with some kind of negative reprisals from the Gods of Bad Luck if you don't. Then I added a personal note, a quote of my own and, after making sure it was all in order, sent with Light & Love.
Minutes later, I get a reply from my friend, Ben, thanking me for the lovely thoughts and discreetly pointing out a small error in my own quote. "I think you meant to type it differently... not sure," writes he ever so lovingly giving me a heads up. He knows I'll go crazy over the mistake if left uncorrected.
I'm a stickler for spelling and live in fear of looking like an uneducated schmuck for 'putting i before e after c,' leaving out any of what should be double letters or writing 'there' when i mean 'their.'
You get the picture.
Perfectionism is one of my challenges in many things and the rules in English class still ring in my head.
Yet, as diligent as I may try to be, electronic components of energy zip in and zap my best efforts, sending out half words crunched together, missing first letters of words and a nice word picture of me as either lunatic, space cadet or unintelligent.
"A writer?" I can hear people whisper in my head full of critiques. "Is she delusional?"
'Tsk tsks' slip across the ethernet and I cringe thinking, "I can't believe I just sent that out! Yeah, great. Nice to be quoted as the poet who can't spell...or spellcheck!"
I can't believe that my perfectly worded AND SPELLED missive wound up with a glaring word crunch- in red no less-size 20 type!
What is left to do?
Of course. Out goes the follow up e in which I edit the quote, spell the offending word correctly and fix the wordbotch glitch.
And then thank AOL once again for an oops which gave me yet another opportunity to grow in humility, let go of perfection and practice of patience with the wonderfully flawed process of being human...in an electronic age.
Quote For The Day
'Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle."
James M. Barrie
James M. Barrie
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