It’s all I have to bring today—This, and my heart beside—This, and my heart, and all the fields—And all the meadows wide—Be sure you count—should I forgetSome one the sum could tell—This, and my heart, and all the BeesWhich in the Clover dwell— Emily Dickinson, It’s all I have to bring today We are more…
“I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.” — Rabindranath Tagore As spring usually goes this time of year in recent years, we seemingly went right from winter to summer, fooling the daffodils and hyacinth into blooming quickly, lest they…
Greek coffee is a lot like Cuban or Turkish coffee. Strong and bitter and best mixed with a bit of sweetness. They warn you when you receive it not to drink it to the last drop, for you’ll find the grounds there. There’s none of that filtering nonsense with Greek coffee, friend. Americans drink to…
the path to heaven doesn’t lie down in flat miles.It’s in the imaginationwith which you perceivethis world, and the gestureswith which you honor it — Mary Oliver, The Swan Heaven is right here, friends. Whatever comes later is unknown to all of us, no matter how much faith we hold. The trick is to be…
“You need to create a routine. Motivation only gets someone going for a little while, a routine lasts forever. Write down three things you’ll do each day. Start small. Walk, only eat real food, stretch. Mark them off every day, no matter what. After a month, make the goals bigger.” — Arnold Schwarzenegger I’m a…
“Rejoice! The purpose of life is joy. Rejoice at the sky, the sun, the stars, the grass, the trees, animals, people. If this joy is disturbed it means that you’ve made a mistake somewhere. Find your mistake and correct it. Most often this joy is disturbed by money and ambition.” — Leo Tolstoy (via Poetic…
We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.Through the unknown, unremembered gateWhen the last of earth left to discoverIs that which was the beginning;At the source of the longest riverThe voice of the hidden waterfallAnd the children in…
Today being Easter and this blog never about religion, per se, but philosophy and nature and the bold act of reaching for something more than what we were yesterday, it seemed appropriate to talk about the rising. Not Jesus, for this I defer to the experts of stories written in the Bible (and only the…
Yet the noble despair of the poetsIs nothing of the sort; it is sillyTo refuse the tasks of timeAnd, overlooking our lives,Cry – “Miserable wicked me,How interesting I am.”We would rather be ruined than changed,We would rather die in dreadThan climb the cross of the momentAnd let our illusions die.― W. H. Auden, The Age…
And maybe it’s the time of yearYes, and maybe it’s the time of manAnd I don’t know who I amBut life is for learningWe are stardust, we are goldenWe are billion-year-old carbonAnd we got to get ourselvesBack to the garden— Joni Mitchell, Woodstock At first I thought it was simply the snow melting while I…