Just another blogger out of a zillion. Anything could happen here. Comic relief, tragedy, enlightment, and/or the mundane.
Saturday, April 29, 2017
Friday, April 28, 2017
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Monday, April 24, 2017
Gift of falling rain
“The
richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered
the rain to be healing—a blanket—the comfort of a friend. Without at least some
rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel
overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling
gift of falling water.”
― Douglas Coupland, Life After God
― Douglas Coupland, Life After God
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Friday, April 21, 2017
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
People always think that happiness is a faraway thing...
“People
always think that happiness is a faraway thing," thought Francie,
"something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make
it up; a place of shelter when it rains - a cup of strong hot coffee when
you're blue; for a man, a cigarette for contentment; a book to read when you're
alone - just to be with someone you love. Those things make happiness.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Monday, April 17, 2017
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Saturday, April 15, 2017
Friday, April 14, 2017
Thursday, April 13, 2017
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Monday, April 10, 2017
Sunday, April 9, 2017
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Friday, April 7, 2017
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Wring them like rain
“He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated
the world.
She was the book thief without the words.
Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.”
She was the book thief without the words.
Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.”
--Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Life goes on
“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
― Mary Oliver
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
― Mary Oliver
Monday, April 3, 2017
Sunday, April 2, 2017
Saturday, April 1, 2017
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