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What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realised it sooner - Colette
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What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realised it sooner - Colette
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So come, my friends, be not afraid.
We are so lightly here.
It is in love that we are made;
In love we disappear
...Aloud". Relative latecomer, perfect and tiny; seeping into my senses in my imperfect and tiny Mini arriving at the tennis club during the summer of 1986, just before calm convention came fat, content and unexpectedly into view on the horizon, arrived and stayed.
Grown ever deeper roots down the years. Wistful rather than yearning. Moment(s) in time. Ultimate line is the ultimate line, and, I'm living it a little more - if not outwardly every day yet as I should - then steadily and a little more nonetheless, for which I'm grateful...
Sitting in the dark in 1981 in Honeypot Lane, with a pint of banana Nesquik and too early, too deep a love for company. Mystical companion ever since - il miglior canto.
Moves languidly along a flat line, left to right, like no other song.
Lenny's impressions - rose in teeth...brother...gypsy. My impressions: cold New York, snow fluttering by Greenwich Village road-signs in early 1999, before the surreal back-room bar with the chaise longue and the open fire up the archetypal fire escape.
Towering above all this, "thaaaaaaaaanks..." (In at least that one word, companion of Roy's "sweeeeeetly", Jenny trumps Lenny, or at least honours him in a voice he would have liked to have used but never had - now that I know all about, don't I?)
My heart is like a singing bird, whose nest is in a watered shoot.
My heart is like an apple-tree, whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.
My heart is like a rainbow shell that paddles in a halcyon sea.
My heart is gladder than all these.
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down.
Hang it with vair and purple dyes.
Carve it in doves and pomegranates.
To practice grateful living is to toss into deep waters the stone of your intention to notice and appreciate life’s gifts to you. From that stone’s splash, you can see ever-widening circular ripples. The most intimate circle is your personal well-being. From that emerges your caring connection with family- then your ties with a growing community of kindred souls in your town or region. From there, the ripples of gratitude become a profound influence throughout the world - gratefulness.org, October 2011
There are days we live , as if death were nowhere, in the background- from joy, to joy to joy, from wing to wing, from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom - Li-Young Lee in the poem “From Blossoms"
I have no absolute right to my wealth- it comes from my ancestors, my parents and from the billions of people who have worked before me to learn, to develop, to create the foundations and wealth of this planet. It is my turn to contribute to the progress of humanity. I will be grateful for anything I am paid in return - Robert Muller