A quiet happiness

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I have no power of miracle

other than the attainment of quiet happiness.

I have no tact

except the exercise of gentleness

The Oracle of Sumuyoshi, Shinto Shrine, Osaka, Japan.

Photo Bill Nicholls

 

A bigger picture

The  Comet Jacques passed over Ireland these last few days, but unfortunately cloud cover made it difficult to experience this “once in a lifetime” event. It will not be back for another 20,000 years. The night sky tends to put things into perspective:

If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.

When you look into infinity you realize that there are more important things than what people do everyday.

Calvin in Bill Watterson‘s Calvin and Hobbes

Begin Again

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Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.

What has happened has happened. The water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again, but
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.

Bertholt Brecht, Sometimes

photo Scmtb49

Sunday Quote: True self, false self

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Discernment is a process of letting go what we are not

Father Thomas Keating, Cistercian monk, author of Open Mind, Open Heart

photo mschlindwein

The way changes as we walk it

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Even in a country you know by heart
     it’s hard to go the same way twice

The life of the going changes.
         The chances change and make a new way

Any tree or stone or bird
    can be the bud of a new direction. The
        natural correction is to make intent
of accident.

To get back before dark
is the art of going.

Wendell Berry, Travelling at Home

photo: padawane

Losing and starting again

Big Tree

We did not come to remain whole.
We came to lose our leaves like the trees,
The trees that are broken
And start again, drawing up on great roots;
Like mad poets captured by the Moors,
Men who live out
A second life.

Robert Bly, A Home in the Dark Grass