Healing Quote of the Day
- Photo by Horia Varlan
I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work. – Thomas Edison
More about American Inventor Thomas Edison
The Book Thief
Markus Zusak
I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race – that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
Read The Book Thief
Turn Turn Turn
Pete Seeger
To every thing (turn turn turn),
there is a season (turn turn turn),
and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
Learn more about Pete Seeger
Find Turn Turn Turn
Youtube Post by goodelady
A Blessing
James Wright
Photo by Caroline Buser
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
More poetry by James Wright
Tete Dune Femme Lisant
Pablo Picasso
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life — Pablo Picasso
More about Pablo Picasso
Robbed
Xtin
European Robin Photo by Jean-Jacques Boujot
I’d never really believed we could find one at all, these clever, teddy-eyed, bauble-shaped puffs of feathers with red dickies that stood on snowy festive fence-posts and showed Mary the key to the secret garden.
I came to England and suddenly it was all about the birds.
That can’t be all, surely? That can’t be everything there is to say about that? What happened? Was it the breakfasting thrush? Maybe I was just lonely and far from home and people were scary and had closed faces and walked purposively up and down streets I kept getting lost on. Maybe the birds were alive and warm and near and comprehensible and everything else was far and cold and obscure and spoke RP. Or maybe it was that through-the-looking-glass thing. English birds were all story-told, imaginary creatures, except they weren’t. Nightingales. Barn owls. Kingfishers. Woodpeckers, like in the cartoons, everywhere except where I lived. Ducks that actually looked like the decoys. Robins, like on Christmas cards! What if I could find a robin! They lived here.
Read the full post at Xtinpore
Find Xtin on Twitter
Healing Quote of the Day
Photo by Robert Bieber
“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” — Howard Thurman
More about Howard Thurman
The Hobbit
J.R.R. Tolkien
Or There and Back Again
“Go back?” he thought. “No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!”
Read The Hobbit
Conversations
The Posies
On the way back from yesterday, give yourself a break
And say hello to the now you know
Now you know (let it go) today
There’s no prison left inside to guard you through
Conversations on and on…
Find Conversations by the Posies
Youtube Post by SeeThisRadio
Your Catfish Friend
Richard Brautigan
Photo by Mike Fisher
If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
of my affection
and think, “It’s beautiful
here by this pond. I wish
somebody loved me,”
I’d love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
at peace,
and ask yourself, “I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond? It seems like
a perfect place for them.”
Find more works by Richard Brautigan