- Max Lucado
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
You're like the lights left on
You're like the lights left on.
Agloe, New York, ifyoufinthisemail.com
The roots are riotous
-Rumi
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Artist Block
- Marshall Vandruff, Said during a webinar done on Visualarium to advertise his upcoming online course on animal anatomy (source links to webinar) (via pale-afternoon)
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Santosha
Monday, December 7, 2015
Gutted
-Atlanta Georgia, ifyoufindthisemail.com
Monday, November 23, 2015
Gratitude Does Not Limit
-Mae Carden
Friday, November 13, 2015
And you just know
-Oprah (again).
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Common Enemy #1
"Common enemy intimacy is counterfeit connection."
Trust
"Distrust is what I have shared with you that is important to me, is not safe with you."
-Charles Feltman
Anatomy of Trust
Boundries
Reliability
Accountability
Vault
Integrity
Non judgement
Generosity
Giving
Brene Brown, here
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
The Whole Picture
M.H. Clark
The Rumble
-Brene Brown, Rising Strong
Thursday, November 5, 2015
It's about the ride
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Gladdest Moment
-Sir Richard Burton
What is a Pilgrim
"My heart is on fire this morning as I study what it means to be a pilgrim, not a wanderer or a tourist, in this world. Pilgrims spend their lives going somewhere-- getting closer to God. I used to think every journey required a backpack. Turns out, you don't need a plane ticket to change every little way you've ever found God, you simply need the will and the hunger. You could actually learn to eat, pray, and love right where you are. You could figure out how to live in the skins of "wild faith" from your own 1-bedroom apartment. As Eugene Peterson writes about repentance, I realize I need to know the word more because every definition ever handed to me has staled from sitting out too long-- "repentance is a decision. It is deciding you've been wrong in supposing that you could manage your own life and be your own god." Repentance is a decision to stop death-gripping the dead in your life and become a pilgrim to a path of peace. You reject one path-- the one you've settled to travel on-- and accept another one. You say "no" to a life that used to suffice. You see the split in the road, the fork, and you take the path that makes you nauseous. William Faulkner said (in a different set of words than this): You don't build a monument for a life that used to fit, you simply track the footsteps away from your past-- more and more gathered proof that you actually moved. Lord, teach me to move. Teach me to move."
Pleasure in the pathless woods
There is rapture
in the lonely shore,
There is society,
where none intrudes,
By the deep sea,
and Music in its roar:
I love not man the less,
But nature more.
-George Gordon Byron
Enter the Fire
die for it-
an idea,
or the world. People
have done so,
brilliantly,
letting
their small bodies be bound
to the stake,
creating
an unforgettable
fury of light. But
this morning,
climbing the familiar hills
in the familiar
fabric of down, I thought
of China,
and India
and Europe, and I thought
how the sun
blazes
for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises
under the lashes
of my own eyes, and I thought
I am so many!
What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it
whatever you want, it is
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
fire."
-Mary Oliver
The Single Story
-Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, here
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Show what you are
-Jackson Painter
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Disruption is...
-Whitney Johnson, Disrupt Yourself
Thursday, October 8, 2015
The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart
Jack Gilbert
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according
to which nation. French has no word for home,
and we have no word for strict pleasure. A people
in northern India is dying out because their ancient
tongue has no words for endearment. I dream of lost
vocabularies that might express some of what
we no longer can. Maybe the Etruscan texts would
finally explain why the couples on their tombs
are smiling. And maybe not. When the thousands
of mysterious Sumerian tablets were translated,
they seemed to be business records. But what if they
are poems or psalms? My joy is the same as twelve
Ethiopian goats standing silent in the morning light.
O Lord, thou art slabs of salt and ingots of copper,
as grand as ripe barley lithe under the wind's labor.
Her breasts are six white oxen loaded with bolts
of long-fibered Egyptian cotton. My love is a hundred
pitchers of honey. Shiploads of thuya are what
my body wants to say to your body. Giraffes are this
desire in the dark. Perhaps the spiral Minoan script
is not language but a map. What we feel most has
no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses, and birds.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Mercy and Grace
- Max Lucado
Emotional Maturity
- Monica McGoldrick, The Genogram Jouney
Money Hours
I am not advocating poverty. I am advocating sobriety. But since we have invented a consumer society, the economy must constantly grow. If it fails to increase, it’s a tragedy. We have invented a mountain of superfluous needs. Shopping for new, discarding the old… That’s a waste of our lives!. When I buy something, when you buy something, you’re not paying money for it. You’re paying with the hours of life you had to spend earning that money. The difference is that life is one thing money can’t buy. Life only gets shorter. And it is pitiful to waste one’s life and freedom that way.”
- José Mujica
It will be
- John Steinbeck,”Letter to Thom Steinbeck,” 10 Nov. 1958.
Mind
How to:
How to escape time: music.
How to feel time: write.
How to release time: breathe.”
- Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive
Daughter of the Forest
- Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest
Fake Green Grass
- Lillian Schneider
Disappointment
- Daniell Koepke
Spiritual Burdens
-Jeffrey R. Holland, "The Inconvenient Messiah"
Always Trees
"Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness." -- Hermann Hesse
Doubt not Faith? or Doubt and Faith?
-St. Augustine
Love is a vicious motivator
-Sherlock Holms
Mindy Fan Club
-Mindy Kaling
Suadade
Puddle of Pessimism
President Uchtdorf, Womens Conference 2015
Fall Y'all
-Wallace Stegner, Angel of Repose
Listen to the Silence
-Peter Drucker
Thursday, October 1, 2015
October Baby
October
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Storing September
Friday, September 11, 2015
Stuff and Consuming
All Of My Belongings Fit In One Box: My Journey Of Radical Decluttering via thought catalog.com
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
One, and then another and another
Monday, September 7, 2015
Archipelago
Friday, September 4, 2015
Foreboding Joy
How many of you, when something great is happening, start dress rehearsing tragedy. Like what is going to come take this away...
That is the best barometer to measure your capacity for vulnerability...here's why...
Joy is the most vulnerable emotion you can experience, and if you can not tolerate joy, what you do is start dress rehearsing tragedy.
People who have the most profound capacity for joy, can lean into vulnerability. Those people who could soften into joy, when something really blissful is happening also got this feeling like whoaaaaaa...but instead of using it a warning to start practicing disaster, they used it as a reminder to start practicing gratitude.
Perfectionism
When perfectionism is driving, shame is always riding shotgun, and fear is the annoying backseat driver.
We struggle with perfectionism in areas we feel most vulnerable to shame.
All perfectionism is - is a way of thinking that says if I look perfect, work perfect, live perfect, I can avoid or minimize criticism, blame, and ridicule.
All perfectionism is is a 20 ton shield that we carry around hoping it will keep us from being hurt, but in truth it keeps us from being seen.
It depends if I've got a worthiness crutch going on...healthy striving is internally focused, perfectionism is not about what I want, but what will people think.
You can't ever do anything brave, if you're wearing the straightjacket of what will people think.
Monday, August 31, 2015
Writing is like...
-Don Marquis
Born Again
-Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Wrong Right
-Mark Amend
Willingness in Fear
-David Duchemin
Elsewhere the Sky
-Willa Cather
A Journey is a Person
-John Steinbeck
Sister Life Ghost Ship Salute
-Cheryl Strayed
So Be Kind in the Vineyard
-Jeffrey R. Holland, The Laborers in the Vineyard
curated by The Small Seed
Social Anxiety
-Emily Post (the one and only)
A Blessed Warm Fog
-Joseph Conrad
Simple Truth
-Neil Gaiman
More Ocean Quotes
-Jon Kabat-Zinn
A man shared this quote, so ya....
-Mahatma Gandi
Time and Photographs
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Sonnet 34
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.
Your eyes go out toward the , and the waves rise;
your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;
you know the deep essence of water and the earth,
conjoined in you like a formula for clay.
Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces,
they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen.
This is how you become everything that lives.
And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms
that push back the shadows so that you can rest--
vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Uncomfortable
"The days you are most uncomfortable are the days you learn the most about yourself."
Artist
-Faulkner
The Others
-Lidia Yuknavitch
Slave to your Prejudices
-Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. at Brown Chapel Selma, AL
Apple Carts
-Frank A. Clark
The Big Questions
-George Saunders
Numb
-Dee Williams
Awe
"...awe expands people's perception of time, alters decision-making, and enhances well-being."
-Paul Piff, PhD
Salt Lines
-JFK
Faith
― Flannery O'Connor, The Habit of Being: Letters of Flannery O'Connor
“Faith comes and goes. It rises and falls like the tides of an invisible ocean. If it is presumptuous to think that faith will stay with you forever, it is just as presumptuous to think that unbelief will.”
― Flannery O'Connor, The Habit of Being: Letters of Flannery O'Connor
Monday, August 3, 2015
The Game is Worthwhile
-Michel Foucault
Islands and Seas
Nature Prayer
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
-Mary Oliver
Anesthetic
- Richard Dawkins
Potent Prayer
-Mahatma Gandhi
Rapt in Awe
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." -
Albert Einstein
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
A way to live
- Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
Yes yes yes
“The bigger the issue, the smaller you write. Remember that. You don’t write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid’s burnt socks lying on the road. You pick the smallest manageable part of the big thing, and you work off the resonance.”
— Richard Price
transformation
- Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Road Trips
"As we crossed the Utah-Colorado border, I saw God in the sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds above the desert that seemed to point a finger at me and say, 'Pass here and go on, you're on the road to heaven.'"
--Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Monday, June 29, 2015
Prayers
-Peter Kreeft
Impostor Syndrome
-Natalie Portman, Harvard's 2015 Commencement
Surely
-Robert Green Ingersoll
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Life
"Close friends are truly life's treasures. Sometimes they know us better than we know ourselves. With gentle honesty, they are there to guide and support us, to share our laughter and our tears. Their presence reminds us that we are never really alone. "
- Vincent Van Gogh
Monday, May 4, 2015
The Still Point
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered.
Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline.
Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
- T. S. Eliot, "Burnt Norton," in Four Quartets,15-16.
My Ocean
-Who said this?
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Defeats
-Maya Angelou
Perspective
I can now see the moon."
-Mizuta Masahide
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Fearless
- Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Remember and Redemption
-in reference to almost every fairy tale originally told/written
-Maria Tatar
Redemption
-Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner ch. 23
Monday, April 13, 2015
Movement
Friday, April 10, 2015
Something great
- Jack Kerouac, from Windblown
That's when you jump
- A Most Violent Year, J.C. Chandor
Wild things
- D.H. Lawrence, “Self-Pity”
Lilacs stirring dull roots
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
- T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland
For a growing soul
- Sylvia Plath - from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Sound of the hello
- soulmates part 1 // Jenn Satsune
Scary Close
- Don Miller, Scary Close
Seedling
- Alice Walker: living by the word
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Beauty must be truth
-John Keats
Always Process
-Sam Beam of Iron & Wine
Succeess
-Jim Rohn
referred to here
Monday, April 6, 2015
Just take the picture and be present
-Dorothea Lange
Building the universe
-Mary Oliver
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Like a river
a river
flows so
surely to
the sea darling
so it goes some
things are
meant to
be
-unknown
The world is heavy, but your bones
but your bones
(just a cubic inch)
can hold 19,000 lbs
once for once
they are stronger
than steel
atom for atom
you are more precious
than diamond
and stars have died
so that you may live
you need to remember
these things when you
say that you are weak
and worthless
-unknown
Plan B
-Mike Tyson
Saturday, April 4, 2015
The horizon leans forward
-Maya Angelou
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
April is for poets
You compose first, then you listen for the reverberation."
-James Fenton
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Not a step backward
-Yvon Chouinard
Bad decisions can be correct
-Miranda July
Mine
I remember wanting to scream up at God in that moment 'I don't want memories. I just want something that will always, constantly be mine. Give me something, anything, I'll always be able to hold.'
I'm terribly unoriginal in that sense. I am just one in a sea of millions of people who think the word 'mine' is the most terrifying and intoxicating word in the whole English language."
-Hanna Brencher
To all other roads
-Deepak Chopra
Monday, March 30, 2015
Both right now
i want to leave.
i am three oceans away from my soul.”
- nayyirah waheed, from “lost”
Little big
- John Zabat-Zinn
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Marks
how temporarily
two souls are interwoven,
they always leave a mark.
But not every mark is a bruise.
Loving him was an honor,
never a burden."
- Noor Shirazie (via aestheticintrovert)
Out of words
- teedaawg (via wnq-writers)
Undone Seeds
“For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. To someone who doesn't understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.”
― Cynthia Occelli
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Science of Change
-Albert Einstein
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Women
-Gloria Steinem
Puff Up
-Steinbeck; East of Eden
Whoa-Man, Woman
-Lena Dunham
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
But really though
- Tennessee Williams, The Selected Letters: 1920-1945
Monday, March 23, 2015
Mind is buttoned up
like an old overcoat
hanging in the back of my closet
i dust off the jacket
and hang it out to dry
hoping for a rainy day
to wash my sense clean
@amssloan
Wishbone
The violet sheds
-Mark Twain
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Extension
Don’t be like that. Don’t get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don’t lose yourself at happy hour, but don’t lose yourself on the corporate ladder either. Stop every once in a while and go out to coffee or climb in bed with your journal.
Ask yourself some good questions like: “Am I proud of the life I’m living? What have I tried this month? … Do the people I’m spending time with give me life, or make me feel small? Is there any brokenness in my life that’s keeping me from moving forward?”
Now is your time. Walk closely with people you love, and with people who believe … life is a grand adventure. Don’t get stuck in the past, and don’t try to fast-forward yourself into a future you haven’t yet earned. Give today all the love and intensity and courage you can, and keep traveling honestly along life’s path.”
- Relevant magazine
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Not everything is
- Emery Allen
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Digital Pollution
-Sir Richard Branson
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
The love you chase
On winter
-Andrew Wyeth
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Live inside that hope
March is a Lion
-Charles Dickens
Monday, March 2, 2015
Homesick
-Judith Thurman