|Posted by marjiejochesebro on September 30, 2016 at 6:55 PM||comments (0)|
Our time is hungry in spirit. In some unnoticed way we have managed to inflict severe surgery on ourselves. We have separated soul from experience, become utterly taken up with the outside world and allowed the interior life to shrink.
Like a stream disappears underground, there remains on the surface only the slightest trickle. When we devote no time to the inner life, we lose the habit of soul. We become accustomed to keeping things at surface level.
The deeper questions about who we are and what we are here for visit us less and less. If we allow time for soul, we will come to sense its dark and luminous depth. If we fail to acquaint ourselves with soul, we will remain strangers in our own lives.
~ John O'Donohue
|Posted by marjiejochesebro on September 3, 2016 at 7:10 PM||comments (0)|
"There are many wonderful things that will never be done if you do not do them."
~ Charles D. Gill
"If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete."
~ Jack Kornfield
"Among the things you can give and still keep are your word, a smile, and a grateful heart."
~ Zig Ziglar
|Posted by marjiejochesebro on June 30, 2016 at 8:05 PM||comments (0)|
|Posted by marjiejochesebro on June 13, 2016 at 5:00 PM||comments (0)|
. . . Beauty Is Whatever Gives Joy.
~ Hugh Nibley
|Posted by marjiejochesebro on August 13, 2015 at 9:20 PM||comments (0)|
"A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light."
~ Leonardo da Vinci
"He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying."
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
|Posted by marjiejochesebro on August 9, 2015 at 5:40 PM||comments (0)|
Kevin and the Chickadee
~ Marilyn (Mia) Cartmill
Kevin stands perfectly still,
holding sunflower seeds.
Late snow falls in big wet flakes on his hat,
Swirling around like a shaken snow globe.
He waits for a chickadee to perch on his hand.
Mother said it would happen if he were still enough.
And he is still . . . and quiet,
like no other boy of twelve.
No bird comes but Kevin waits;
a statue cast in silence,
weighted down with heavy boots
and forebodings in February’s deep snow.
A chickadee lights on the heel of his pure right hand
and he’s transfixed like the legendary St. Kevin,
caught in hand with a nesting bird.
But this bird leaves nothing.
It takes a single seed and flies away.
By now, Kevin has lost himself in the globe of his own silence;
A statue in the falling snow –
standing perfectly still
until Hell freezes over or the Fourth of July parade,
or his mother’s voice calls him in from the cold.
|Posted by marjiejochesebro on July 27, 2015 at 11:50 PM||comments (0)|
"We will be known FOREVER by the tracks we leave."
~ Dakota Indian Proverb
|Posted by marjiejochesebro on July 27, 2015 at 10:20 PM||comments (0)|
"There is music in all hearts. If we listen, we can hear each other's song."
~ Susan Squellati Florence in A Book of Loving Thoughts
|Posted by marjiejochesebro on July 24, 2015 at 6:45 AM||comments (0)|
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in RISING every time we fall."