The nineteenth-century poet and seeker Robert Browning wrote this in his mystical work 窶弃aracelsus.窶擒 That's the way he spelled splendor back then.
There is an inmost center in us all, Where truth abides in fullness. . . And to Know Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to be without. If you listen carefully, perhaps you can hear voices, Calling to you from your inmost center. They are the voices of your own imprisoned splendour: Your forgotten wisdom Your buried joy, And your lost passion Longing to be set free.
If by Ruyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master; If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -- Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!
Yes, I know you want me to change in many ways. Well, if your want me to pay more attention, Then pay more attention to me.
If you want me to play more, Then play more with me.
If you want me to do more, then show me something I can do.
If you want me to communicate, Then communicate in any of the ways I can do.
If your want me to talk, Then talk in ways I can do.
If you want me to learn your language, Then learn and speak my language first.
If you want me to talk about your ideas, Then talk about mine first.
You and I live in very different worlds. Mine is a world of actions, feelings, and, sensations. I am a feeler and a mover. Your world is mainly one of thought and language You are a thinker and a talker.
I know you want me to think and talk like you, But, it's taken you years to get where you are. Give me time and I will get there.
I will get there best when you live with me in my world. When you act and move and communicate as I can.
Match what I do and show me a possible next step, and I will grow with you.
I am learning. Please don't make me do it alone. Join my natural path and we will grow together.
A mom was concerned about her kindergarten son walking to school.
He didn't want his mother to walk with him. She wanted to give him the feeling that he had some independence but yet know that he was safe. So she had an idea of how to handle it. She asked a neighbor if she would please follow him to school in the mornings, staying at a distance, so he probably wouldn't notice her. She said that since she was up early with her toddler anyway, it would be a good way for them to get some exercise as well, so she agreed.
The next school day, the neighbor and her little girl set out following behind Timmy as he walked to school with another neighbor girl he knew.
She did this for the whole week. As the two walked and chatted,
kicking stones and twigs, Timmy's little friend noticed the same lady was following them as she seemed to do every day all week. Finally she said to Timmy, 'Have you noticed that lady following us to school all week?
Do you know her?' Timmy nonchalantly replied, 'Yeah, I know who she is.' The little girl said, 'Well, who is she?'
'That's just Shirley Goodnest,' Timmy replied, 'and her daughter Marcy.'
'Shirley Goodnest? Who the heck is she and why is she following us? '
'Well,' Timmy explained, 'every night my Mom makes me say the 23rd Psalm with my prayers, 'cuz she worries about me so much. And in the Psalm, it says, 'Shirley Goodnest and Marcy shall follow me all the days of my life', so I guess I 'll just have to get used to it!'
The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face to shine upon you, and be gracious unto you; the Lord lift His countenance upon you, and give you peace.
May Shirley Goodnest and Marcy be with you today and always.
"Angry Words" by H.R Palmer
ReplyDeleteAngry words! O let them never
From the tongue unbridled slip;
May the heart's best impulse ever
Check them ere they soil the lip.
Love is much too pure and holy,
Friendship is too sacred far,
For a moments reckless folly
Thus to desolate and mar.
Angry words are lightly spoken,
Bitt'rest tho'ts are rashly stirred,
Brightest links of life are broken
By a single angry word.
The nineteenth-century poet and seeker Robert Browning wrote this in his mystical work 窶弃aracelsus.窶擒 That's the way he spelled splendor back then.
ReplyDeleteThere is an inmost center in us all,
Where truth abides in fullness. . .
And to Know
Rather consists in opening out a way
Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape
Than in effecting entry for a light
Supposed to be without.
If you listen carefully, perhaps you can hear voices,
Calling to you from your inmost center.
They are the voices of your own imprisoned splendour:
Your forgotten wisdom
Your buried joy,
And your lost passion
Longing to be set free.
Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you:
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1. Jesus Christ
2. The American G. I.
[]
One died for your soul, the other for your freedom.
YOU MIGHT WANT TO PASS THIS ON,
AS MANY SEEM TO FORGET BOTH OF THEM.
Striving for excellence motivates you; striving for
ReplyDeleteperfection is demoralizing.
Harriet Braiker
If by Ruyard Kipling
ReplyDeleteIf you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!
MATCH ME AND I WILL GROW.
ReplyDeleteYes, I know you want me to change in many ways.
Well, if your want me to pay more attention,
Then pay more attention to me.
If you want me to play more,
Then play more with me.
If you want me to do more,
then show me something I can do.
If you want me to communicate,
Then communicate in any of the ways I can do.
If your want me to talk,
Then talk in ways I can do.
If you want me to learn your language,
Then learn and speak my language first.
If you want me to talk about your ideas,
Then talk about mine first.
You and I live in very different worlds.
Mine is a world of actions, feelings, and, sensations.
I am a feeler and a mover.
Your world is mainly one of thought and language
You are a thinker and a talker.
I know you want me to think and talk like you,
But, it's taken you years to get where you are.
Give me time and I will get there.
I will get there best when you live with me in my world.
When you act and move and communicate as I can.
Match what I do and show me a possible next step,
and I will grow with you.
I am learning.
Please don't make me do it alone.
Join my natural path and we will grow together.
James D. MacDonald (www.jamesdmacdonald.org)
We love our Uteri
ReplyDelete
ReplyDeleteTo be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
A mom was concerned about her kindergarten son walking to school.
ReplyDeleteHe didn't want his mother to walk with him. She wanted to give him the feeling that he had some
independence but yet know that he was safe. So she had an idea of how to handle it.
She asked a neighbor if she would please follow him to school
in the mornings, staying at a distance, so he probably wouldn't notice her. She
said that since she was up early with her toddler anyway, it would be a good
way for them to get some exercise as well, so she agreed.
The next school day, the neighbor and her little girl set out following behind Timmy as he walked to school with another neighbor girl he knew.
She did this for the whole week. As the two walked and chatted,
kicking stones and twigs, Timmy's little friend noticed the same lady was following them
as she seemed to do every day all week. Finally she said to Timmy, 'Have you
noticed that lady following us to school all week?
Do you know her?' Timmy nonchalantly replied, 'Yeah, I know who
she is.' The little girl said, 'Well, who is she?'
'That's just Shirley Goodnest,' Timmy replied, 'and her daughter
Marcy.'
'Shirley Goodnest? Who the heck is she and why is she following
us? '
'Well,' Timmy explained, 'every night my Mom makes me say the
23rd Psalm with my prayers, 'cuz she worries about me so much. And in the
Psalm, it says, 'Shirley Goodnest and Marcy shall follow me all the days of my
life', so I guess I 'll just have to get used to it!'
The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face to
shine upon you, and be gracious unto you; the Lord lift His countenance upon
you, and give you peace.
May Shirley Goodnest and Marcy be with you today and always.
I know you smiled! I sure did.