Category: quotes

via creem

ira glass wisdom

thanks Leo!

6 word memoirs

“morning coffee, hot shower, good day.”

“Big dreams, various hurdles, getting there.”

“Awkwardly waltzing through life’s masquerade ball.”

and other good 6 word memoirs from SMITH Magazine. It’s almost like the modern age haiku.

via Daily Bread

risking the heart…

“Our lives are built on our stories about ourselves—our stories of failure, triumph, belovedness, shame—and we have to be careful how we tell them. If we examine our lives with humility and all the fruits of the Spirit, hopefully our stories about ourselves will harmonize with the stories that our most trusted friends tell about us. … Addictive behaviors are hard to see because we are ashamed of them and because we grow accustomed to their dull, tinny taste and to the frantic hunger they stoke, so that we can’t even imagine the richness of the Psalmist’s fat and marrow. … In our age of irony, a peculiar emotional detachment demarcates class and strength, and wealth’s independence segregates the young from the old. We are learning to merge a kind of meticulous vanity with the unsleeping feed of electronic communication. It is hard to be still. There are so many things to touch and see.”

excerpted from “Risking the Heart” by Laura Bramon Good

thank you for sharing Julie

baltimore print studios

Hey Clara, Baltimore is alright, design-wise…

by Baltimore Print Studios

two haikus

by Heather Chan

i.
Friends meet over meat
And dive into a dive bar
‘neath the Brooklyn bridge

ii.
It’s amazing how
Gathered friends warm our old hearts
Many thanks to you

i’m back

to blogging! Here’s another children’s book, The Illustrator’s Notebook,  that is thoughtfully written and is an enjoyably meaningful read for adults too. It contains some wise words:

When things take us by surprise, we often refuse to accept them just because they don’t fit with the ideas we already have in our heads, even if those ideas turn out to be inaccurate.  – Mohieddein Ellabbad

human crush :: his holiness the 14th

I don’t know why but regretfully, I never really paid much attention to the Dalai Lama until this week when I started watching this documentary 10 Questions for the Dalai Lama. And it turns out he’s here in NYC this weekend. Ahh, I enjoy his chuckle.

he twitters too!

Those of you who know me know I love rocks. I’m admiring these Tibetan mani rocks. Mani stones are intentionally placed along the roadsides and rivers or placed together to form cairns or sometimes long walls, as spirit offerings.

more images at fotopedia

from the soloist

year ago, I met a man who was down on his luck and I thought I might be able to help him. I don’t know that I have. Yes, my friend Mr. Ayers now sleeps inside. He has a key. He has a bed. But his mental state, and his well-being, are as precarious now as they were the day we met. There are people who tell me I’ve helped him. Mental health experts who say that the simple act of being someone’s friend can change his brain chemistry, improve his functioning in the world. I can’t speak for Mr. Ayers in that regard. Maybe our friendship has helped him. But maybe not. I can, however, speak for myself. I can tell you that by witnessing Mr. Ayers’s courage, his humility, his faith in the power of his art, I’ve learned the dignity of being loyal to something you believe in. Of holding onto it, above all else. Of believing, without question, that it will carry you home.

Steve Lopez, L.A. Times
last line of the movie

a poem and a photograph

I f there is something to desire,
there will be something to regret.
If there is something to regret,
there will be something to recall.
If there is something to recall,
there was nothing to regret.
If there was nothing to regret,
there was nothing to desire.

by Vera Pavlova

by Connie Wang

something to share

Looking back at saved notes, this one from 2 years ago Feb 16, ’06. Words from Madeleine L’Engle

Striving towards truth
Myth is, for me, the vehicle of truth. Myth is where you look for
reality. Myth is how God speaks to us. We’re still hung up on the idea
that myth is wrong, that myth is a lie. The only way we have to grope
toward the infinite is through myth. We do not say that myth is the
truth. We say that myth us striving toward truth. We get closer to
truth as we strive through myth to understand that which the human
being cannot comprehend in finite terms. The finite cannot comprehend
the infinite in finite terms, but believe me we try. We make the
infinite finite, and that’s always disastrous. Story does not do that.
Story is open. A story says, “Yes, but what if…?” and “This is
like…” and “This is how I feel now, but my next story might be
different.”

Definitions of myth
One of my favorite authors, “anon” says that a myth deals with those
things which never were but always are. For instance, if you look in
great literature, was Ivan Karamazov? Was Hamlet? Was Alice in
Wonderland? I mean, to say that they never were is absolute madness. Of
course they were. They are.

Why we tell stories
Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.
Why does anybody tell a story? It does indeed have something to do with
faith, faith that the universe has meaning, that our little human lives
are not irrelevant, that what we choose or say or do matters, matter
cosmically. It is we humans who either help bring about, or hinder the
coming of the kingdom. We look at the world around us, and it is a
complex world, full of incomprehensible greed, irrationality,
brutality, war, terrorism – but also self-sacrifice, honor, dignity –
and in all of this we look for and usually find, pattern, structure,
meaning. Our truest response to the irrationality of the world is to
paint or sing or write, for only in such response do we find truth.

5:33 am

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