Quote of the Day:

“Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, as as beautiful as life.” John Muir

Quote of the Day:

“I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world.

I may not complete this last one but I will give myself to it.

I circle around God, around the primordial tower.

I’ve been circling for thousands of years and I still don’t know:

am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?”

Rainer Maria Rilke

Quote of the Day:

“Death is our friend precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love…. Life always says Yes and No simultaneously. Death (I implore you to believe) is the true Yea-sayer. It stands before eternity and says only: Yes.”

Rainer Maria Rilke

Quote of the Day:

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.” Louise Erdrich

Poetry of the Day:

I Was Popular in Certain Circles

Among the river rats and the leaves.

For example. I was huge among the lichen,

and the waterfall couldn’t get enough

of me. And the gravestones?

I was hugely popular with the gravestones.

Also with the meat liquefying

beneath. I’d say to the carrion birds,

I’d say, “Are you an eagle? I can’t see

so well.” That made them laugh until we

were screaming. Eagle. Imagine.

The vultures loved me so much they’d feed

me the first morsel. From their delicate

talons, which is what I called them:

such delicate talons. They loved me so deeply

they’d visit in pairs. One to feed me.

One to cover my eyes with its velvety wings.

Which were heavy as theater curtains. Which I was

sure to remark on. “Why can’t I see what I’m eating?”

I’d say. And the wings would pull me into

the great bird’s chest. And I’d feel the nail

inside my mouth.

What pals I was with all the scavengers!

And the dead things too. What pals.

As for the living, the fox would not be outdone.

We’d sit on the cliff’s edge and watch the river

like a movie and I’d say, “I think last night…”

and the fox would put his paw on top of mine

and say, “Forget it. It’s done.”

I mean, we had fun. You haven’t lived until a fox

has whispered something the ferns told him in your one good ear. I mean truly.

You have not lived.

by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Something to ponder:

“Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things.

Feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth.

What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness.

How you ride and ride thinking the bus will never stop, the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness

you must travel where an Indian in a white poncho lies dead by the side of the road.

You must see that this could be you,

how he was someone who journeyed through the night with plans and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside

you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. You must wake up with sorrow.

You must speak to it til your voice catches the thread of all sorrows and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore. Only kindness that ties your shoes and send you out into the day to gaze at bread.

Only kindness that raises its head to say:

It is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.”

Naomi Shihab Nye, 1952

Inspiration for the Day

”Every minute someone leaves this world behind. We are all in “the line” without knowing it. We never know how many people are before us.

We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.
So while we wait in line -

Make moments count.
Make priorities.
Make the time.
Make your gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make love.
Make up.
Make peace.
Make sure to tell your people they are loved.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready.”

(author unknown)