“The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.”
~ Albert Einstein
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Persevere
“Find a bit of beauty in the world today.
Share it.
If you can’t find it,
create it.
Some days this may be hard to do.
Persevere.”
-Lisa Bonchek Adams
Do You Ever Get the Feeling?
“Do You Ever Get The Feeling…?
Do you ever get the feeling
that you live on the threshold
of pure possibility?
That you are life itself,
and the power that creates galaxies
moves through you?
And you are that power?
And every thought, every sensation,
every feeling, however intense,
however uncomfortable, however fragile,
is itself an expression of the same power?
That no thought nor sensation is against you?
That you are vast enough to hold it all?
That you are not a person becoming conscious,
nor a seeker seeking that which seekers seek,
but consciousness itself pretending to be
a person becoming conscious,
seeking itself and delighting in the seeking?That the wave cannot be divided from the ocean?
That you are the destination and the origin?
That love is closer than the next breath?
And infinite peace is your nature and birthright?Do you ever get the feeling
that you live on the threshold
of pure possibility?
And all the wonders of the universe
are already yours?”– Jeff Foster
Live The Questions
“Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything.”
“Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
-R. Maria Rilke
A River Runs Through It
Eventually, all things merge into one and a river runs through it.
-Norman Maclean
Between Stimulus & Response
“Between stimulus and response, there is space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”
-Viktor Frankl
“And the wiser you get, the more you slow down your thinking, and the more conscious you become of your emotional triggers, the more you can expand that tiny little pause – that precious little space – in which to CHOOSE how to be. That’s where it’s at. Choosing instead of reacting.”
-Elizabeth Gilbert
They Are Other Nations
“We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals… We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of haven taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours…gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time.
-Henry Beston
Like A Promised Sunrise, Your Laughter & The Light in Your Eyes
“You rose into my life like a promised sunrise, brightening my days with the light in your eyes.”
-Maya Angelou
“Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.”
-Pablo Neruda
Like a promised sunrise, your laughter and the light in your eyes….
Shouting Blessings
“…as long as I can walk up the trail behind the house, or as long as I can go out into the yard and look up at the stars, I’ll never be unhappy, never. Not just count my blessings, but shout them.”
-Rick Bass, Winter (notes from Montana)
A Strange Idea
“How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us.
If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.
The white man’s dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man — all belong to the same family.”-Chief Seattle