| 6/28/08...when a random turn or two brought me more than once to the edge, i did not topple into the tangled mysteries below. but on that glassy threshold, the great strengths of my life pressed themselves into being - my illusive tools for survival, gifts from some primeval ancester, passed in secret along the chain of my forebears.
in the end, mine is a navigator's sense of place and the strength again to hoist the sails, the will again to catch the winds; and even when the land and all i ever loved are lost to me, and the stars are shrouded, and i am sore with losses, and afraid ~ even then, the miracles all around will leap to celebrate themselves, and i will celebrate them, too. and even then, i'll trust that a new shore will rise to meet me, and there, in that new place, i will find new things to care about...
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| 6/24/08 elegance is inferior to virtue. |
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| 6/22/08 when i go biking, i repeat a mantra of the day's sensations: bright sun, blue sky, warm breeze, blue jay's call, ice melting and so on. this helps me transcend the traffic, ignore the clamorings of work, leave all the mind theaters behind and focus on nature instead. i still must abide by the rules of the road, of biking, of gravity. but I am mentally far away from civilization.
the world is breaking someone else's heart.
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6/13/08anyone can carry his burden, however hard, until nightfall.
anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day.
anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, till the sun goes down.
and this is all that life really means.
~ robert louis stevenson |
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 | And the sun goes down sometimes unexpectedly, with no warning, before we are ready, but we can carry on as we remember the memory of the beautiful light. | -- Jc, 7/2/08
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6/8/08it is no small thing
when they,
who are so fresh from God,
love us.
~ charles dickens
benjamin edward, 1997 |
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6/5/08"How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, “Who in the world am I?” Ah, that's the great puzzle!" |
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6/4/08everyone thinks of changing the world,
but no one thinks of changing himself.
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6/2/08all of our actions take their hue
from the complexion of the heart,
as landscapes their variety from light.
~ francis bacon |
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