Thursday, 10 January 2013
Wednesday, 24 October 2012
New Day
Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This day is all that is good and fair. It is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on yesterdays.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
American Poet
Monday, 15 October 2012
Things Take Time
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
Letters To A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
February 17, 1903
Dear Sir,
Your letter arrived just a few days ago. I want to thank you for the great confidence you have placed in me. That is all I can do. I cannot discuss your verses; for any attempt at criticism would be foreign to me. Nothing touches a work of art so little as words of criticism: they always result in more or less fortunate misunderstandings. Things aren't all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsay able than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
To laugh often and much
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
to win the respect of the intelligent people
and the affection of children;
to earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
to appreciate beauty;
to find the best in others;
to leave the world a bit better
whether by a healthy child,
a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition;
to know that one life has breathed easier
because you lived here.
This is to have succeeded.
Power of Celebration
Celebration is an active state, an act of expressing reverence or appreciation.
To be entertained is a passive state--it is to receive pleasure afforded by an amusing act or a spectacle....
Celebration is a confrontation, giving attention to the transcendent meaning of one's actions.
Source: The Wisdom of Heschel”
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
My little horse must think it queer
He gives his harness bells a shake
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the
village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill
up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a
farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of
the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some
mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy
flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to
keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost,
1874–1963
Thursday, 5 July 2012
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
St. Henry Henry, surnamed the Pious, Duke of Bavaria, became successively King of Germany and Emperor of the Romans; but not satisfied with a mere temporal principality, he strove to gain an immortal crown, by paying zealous service to the eternal King. As emperor, he devoted himself earnestly to spreading religion, and rebuilt with great magnificence the churches which had been destroyed by the infidels, endowing them generously both with money and lands. He built monasteries and other pious establishments, and increased the income of others; the bishopric of Bamberg, which he had founded out of his family possessions, he made tributary to St. Peter and the Roman Pontiff. When Benedict VIII, who had crowned him emperor, was obliged to seek safety in flight, Henry received him and restored him to his see.
Desire to do God's Will
MY LORD GOD, I have no idea
where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain
where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that
I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But
I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I
have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything
apart from that desire.
And
I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road though I may know
nothing about it.
Therefore
will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of
death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me
to face my perils alone.
― Thomas Merton (January 31, 1915 – December 10, 1968 – Catholic Trappist Monk)
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