"A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long." -e.e. cummings
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
The Falling Leaves
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
The Second Spring
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
The Kiss
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Now More Than Ever
We have to believe in ourselves,
but we mustn't suppose that the path will be easy.
It's tough.
Life is painful, and rain falls on the just.
but we mustn't suppose that the path will be easy.
It's tough.
Life is painful, and rain falls on the just.
Mr. Churchill was not being a pessimist when he said,
"I have nothing to offer, but blood, toil, tears and sweat."
but as a good leader he was saying it isn't going to be easy,
and he was also saying something that all great leaders say constantly -
that failure is simply a reason to strengthen resolve.
We cannot dream of a Utopia in which all arrangements are ideal and everyone is flawless.
Life is tumultuous - an endless losing and regaining of balance,
a continuous struggle, never an assured victory.
Nothing is ever finally safe.
Every important battle is fought and refought.
You may wonder if such a struggle, endless and of uncertain outcome,
isn't more than humans can bear.
But all of history suggests that the human spirit
is well fitted to cope with
just that kind of world."-John Gardner
just that kind of world."-John Gardner
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Landscape in the Sky
Monday, November 15, 2010
Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered
Beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
Couldn't sleep
And wouldn't sleep
Until I could sleep where I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
Lost my heart but what of it?
My mistake I agree.
he's a laugh, but I like it
because the laugh's on me.
A pill he is
But still he is
All mine and I'll keep him until he is
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Like me. " music and lyrics for Bewitched Bothered and Bewildered -Rogers and Hart
Sunday, November 14, 2010
A Good Reason To Love
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Go Figure
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
I'll Take Romance
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
The Art of Living
Monday, November 8, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
I Wish We Might Do
"I called you because I could not stand alone
looking north to that skyline
tree globed with its yellow apples
balancing like a fountain of planets
in the bright light and the blue air.
And because on the way there
I looked at a smooth cirque
The brook had worn in a stone;
and nothing as soft as water
could, by taking care,
have so pestled and polished
that granite mortar; only
by a thousand years of indifference
of aiming elsewhere.
I wish we might do, or no,
look back and find we had done-
some unadvertized thing,
overwhelming and unself-aware
as water streamling a stone,
or a trees kindling in an
empty meadow its
casual Hesperides."
Poem by P.K. Default
looking north to that skyline
tree globed with its yellow apples
balancing like a fountain of planets
in the bright light and the blue air.
And because on the way there
I looked at a smooth cirque
The brook had worn in a stone;
and nothing as soft as water
could, by taking care,
have so pestled and polished
that granite mortar; only
by a thousand years of indifference
of aiming elsewhere.
I wish we might do, or no,
look back and find we had done-
some unadvertized thing,
overwhelming and unself-aware
as water streamling a stone,
or a trees kindling in an
empty meadow its
casual Hesperides."
Poem by P.K. Default
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Intuition
Friday, November 5, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
The Art of Listening
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
My Favorite Poem
The Road Not Taken
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one Traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
-Robert Frost
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one Traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
-Robert Frost
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Happiness for a Lifetime
Monday, November 1, 2010
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