“Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky.
Conscious breathing is my anchor.”
Thích Nhất Hạnh
In me, past, present, future meet
To hold long chiding conference.
My lusts usurp the present tense
And strangle Reason in his seat.
My loves leap through the future’s fence
To dance with dream-enfranchised feet.
In me the cave-man clasps the seer,
And garlanded Apollo goes
Chanting to Abraham’s deaf ear.
In me the tiger sniffs the rose.
Look in my heart, kind friends, and tremble,
Since there your elements assemble.
🐯
Siegfried Sassoon
The Peace of Wild Things
― Wendell Berry
“When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
The very resilient Emperor Penguins experience one of the harshest climates of all in Antarctica.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Resilient
Soldier’s Eyes
Jack Savoretti
Lately I’ve been wondering what’s been going on
I’ve been here before but I don’t remember when
And every time we get to where we’re entering
I feel my beliefs and hopes surrendering
But I know I’ll be coming home soon
And yes
I know that I’ll be coming home soon
‘Cause like the enemies that we are battling
I am nothing but a human alien
Left with nothing else but to keep wandering
Down this path whilst stopping my hands trembling
Because I know that I’ll be coming home soon
And yes
I know that I’ll be coming home soon with a soldier’s eyes
With a soldier’s eyes
With a soldier’s eyes
With a soldier’s eyes
I’ve seen inside the devil’s dreams where young men die
And graveyards open up their arms for mothers left to cry
I have seen the bleeding and I hate what we’ve done
But just like every other fool I’ll keep marching on
Because I know that I’ll be coming home soon
And yes
I know, that I’ll be coming home soon with a soldier’s eyes
With a soldier’s eyes
With a soldier’s eyes
With a soldier’s eyes
“Part of the problem with the word 'disabilities' is that it immediately suggests an inability to see or hear or walk or do other things that many of us take for granted. But what of people who can't feel? Or talk about their feelings? Or manage their feelings in constructive ways? What of people who aren't able to form close and strong relationships? And people who cannot find fulfillment in their lives, or those who have lost hope, who live in disappointment and bitterness and find in life no joy, no love? These, it seems to me, are the real disabilities.”
― Fred McFeely Rogers
The World According to Mister Rogers: Important Things to Remember
Even overweight, cats instinctively know the cardinal rule:
when fat, arrange yourself in slim poses.
John Weitz
“The difference between a path and a road is not only the obvious one. A path is little more than a habit that comes with knowledge of a place. It is a sort of ritual of familiarity. As a form, it is a form of contact with a known landscape. It is not destructive. It is the perfect adaptation, through experience and familiarity, of movement to place; it obeys the natural contours; such obstacles as it meets it goes around.” ― Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays
Weekly Photo Challenge: Path
Maverick Mist 