Saturday, January 27, 2024

the truth...

 We suffer more in imagination than in reality

gone (john hiatt cover)

Time Stand Still (acoustic cover)

Bruce Dickinson – Rain On The Graves (Official Video)

wild geese ...a poem

 

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
           
 
 
 
Mary Oliver
Wild Geese

Friday, January 12, 2024

food for thought

 “Health lies in action, and so it graces youth. To be busy is the secret of grace, and half the secret of content. Let us ask the gods not for possessions, but for things to do; happiness is in making things rather than in consuming them.”

— Will Durant