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I guess that settles it then…


Einstein had a way with words that just cut to the chase of the message.

Originally posted on Spartacus2030:


They spelled ‘stupidity’ wrong!  LOL!

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Mary Oliver poems


I can not pass on Mary Oliver poetry even when I posted Wild Geese recently. I have not posted The Journey. We each reach those times when we do not follow the directions we are given by others and live life for what it is to be lived for. We can only live it for one purpose and that is our life.

Originally posted on And So It Begins:

I’ve recently woken up to the poetry of Mary Oliver. I don’t know why I haven’t really discovered her till now; it wasn’t for lack of the universe whispering her name in my ear! Here are two of her poems that I love.

The Journey by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,

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Things You Don’t Have To Do


I am not sure which is more spectacular the image or the poem. They fit so well together. The opening lines reminded me of Langston Hughes’ poem: A Dream Deferred. We need our dreams and interests, the people and things, we love to make our lives complete.

Originally posted on Positive Outlooks Blog:

Don’t ever let people tell you that you aren’t good enough
Because you are.

Don’t ever give up your dreams
Because you need them.

Don’t ever compromise your morals
Because they make you who you are.

Don’t ever hide your feelings
Because someone’s willing to hear them.

Don’t ever think you’ve got it all figured out
Because the next moment you won’t.

Don’t ever live your life in the past
Because then you’ll miss out on the now.

Don’t ever let people bring you down
Because they don’t deserve to.

Don’t ever be someone you aren’t
Because then you’ll never know you who really are.

Don’t ever let someone tell you how you feel
Because it’s not their right to.

Don’t ever give up something that feels right
Because it probably is.

Don’t ever worry about the petty things
Because they just don’t matter.

Don’t ever run away from your…

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A contented mind


When I was growing up, an ice cream cone was a treat. It was a little thing, but it was special. It is often the little things we recall from our past or perhaps they call us.

Originally posted on Mindfulbalance :

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Great wealth consists in living on a little with a contented mind;

for of a little there is never a lack.

Lucretius, Roman poet c 99 BC – 55 BC,  On the Nature of Things Book 5,  1118-1120

photo Suriya Donavanik

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The Fist

Mary Oliver has a way of starting with an idea and then she shifts it so well. She asks questions that provoke more questions than certain answers. Wouldn’t the heavens not have shaken their fist? I think about the ways that the heavens could shake their fist, but Nature does not.

There is patience. What are the little with which the heavens speak of peace. They are countless and, when I open my heart, they find me so easily.

How do the heavens invite us as they open up and invite?

There are days

when the sun goes down

like a fist,

though of course

 if you see anything

in the heavens

in this way

you had better get

 your eyes checked

or, better, still,

your diminished spirit.

The heavens

have no fist,

or wouldn’t they have been

shaking it

for a thousand years now,

 and even

longer than that,

at the dull, brutish

ways of mankind—

 heaven’s own


Instead: such patience!

Such willingness

 to let us continue!

To hear,

little by little,

the voices—

only, so far, in

pockets of the world—


the possibilities

 of peace?

Keep looking.

Behold, how the fist opens

with invitation.

Daffodils at the Farmstead


This is a wonderful picture that is all about spring and Easter. It was a great way to conclude the week.

Originally posted on Bette A. Stevens, Maine Author:

AMAZING WEEK bas 2015 DaffodilsDaffodils donned their May bonnets here at ‘The Farmstead’ in Central Maine today. Wishing you all an amazing week, my friends! ~ Bette A. Stevens

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“There is a core…”


I just finished reading Alan Watt and his book called The Book. He says there is no need to describe and define God. God exists in our inability to define and describe the mystery.

Originally posted on Walking In The Mountains:

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“My brain is only a receiver. In the Universe, there is a core from which we obtain knowledge, strength and inspiration. I have not penetrated into the secrets of this core, but I know that it exists.”

— Nikola Tesla

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