Create yourself

•2 June, 2007 • 6 Comments

“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.” (George Bernard Shaw)



Which road shall I take

•31 May, 2007 • 4 Comments

Alice came to a fork in the road.  “Which road do I take?” she asked.
“Where do you want to go?” responded the Cheshire cat.
“I don’t know,” Alice answered.
“Then,” said the cat, “it doesn’t matter.”
~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland



•27 May, 2007 • Leave a Comment



SHE loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in.
In a loose white gown she walks
and a new child tugs at cords in her body.
Her head to the west at evening when the dew is creeping,
A shudder of gladness runs in her bones and torsal fiber:
She loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in.

Carl Sandburg

Count that day lost

•25 May, 2007 • 4 Comments


If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went —
Then you may count that day well spent.

But if, through all the livelong day,
You’ve cheered no heart, by yea or nay —
If, through it all
You’ve nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face–
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost —
Then count that day as worse than lost.

George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans)

True Beauty

•20 May, 2007 • Leave a Comment


If true beauty requires a blemish, then what are these immaculate blossoms?

stream of life

•12 May, 2007 • Leave a Comment

The same stream of life
that runs through the world
runs through my veins
night and day in rhythmic measure.

It is the same life that shoots in joy
through the dust of the earth
into numberless waves of flowers.

Rabindranath Tagore


walking on earth

•9 May, 2007 • 4 Comments

People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child — our own two eyes. All is a miracle.

(Thich Nhat Hanh)