Life on a farm is a school of patience; you can’t hurry the crops or make an ox in two days. Henri Alain

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The Farmer


Each day I go into the fields

to see what is growing
and what remains to be done.
It is always the same thing: nothing
is growing, everything needs to be done.
Plow, harrow, disc, water, pray
till my bones ache and hands rub
blood-raw with honest labor—
all that grows is the slow
intransigent intensity of need.
I have sown my seed on soil
guaranteed by poverty to fail.
But I don’t complain—except
to passersby who ask me why
I work such barren earth.
They would not understand me
if I stooped to lift a rock
and hold it like a child, or laughed,
or told them it is their poverty
I labor to relieve. For them,
I complain. A farmer of dreams
knows how to pretend. A farmer of dreams
knows what it means to be patient.
Each day I go into the fields.

No clever arrangement of bad eggs will make a good omelet. C.S. Lewis

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You will find it out when you want to fry the eggs. — Spanish.

The proverb has its origin from a thief, who, having stolen a frying-pan, was met by the master of the house as he was going out, who asked him his business there ; he answered, ” You will know when you go to fry the eggs.”

It is applicable to cases where we only discover the value of a thing when it is wanted.

“Blood, sweat and respect. The first two you give. The last you earn. Give it. Earn it.” The Rock

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“16 Steps”

1. Never underestimate your opponent.

2. Work on your weaknesses until they become your strong points.

3. Remember that a great effort is usually the result of a great attitude.

4. Dedicate yourself to a might purpose.

5. Win with humility, lose with grace.

6. Ignore those who discourage you.

7. Work to improve your moral and spiritual strengths as well as your physical ones.

8. Remember that how you conduct yourself off the field is as important as how you conduct yourself on the field.

9. Talent is God given- be humble. Fame is man given- be thankful. Conceit is self given- be careful.

10. Don’t as to be deprived of tension and discipline- these are the tools that shape success.

11. Do what has to be done, when it has to be done, and as well as it can be done.

12. Remember that when you’re not working to improve, your competition is.

13. Always give your best.

14. Practice like a champion.

15. Play like a champion.

16. Live like a champion

“Mom, camping is not a date; it’s an endurance test. If you can survive camping with someone, you should marry them on the way home.” – Yvonne Prinz, The Vinyl Princess

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Camping Out


I watched the nesting redstart
when we camped by Lake Winnepesaukee.
The tent pegs pulled out in soft soil.
Rain made pawprints on the canvas.
So much clings to the shoes,
the old shoes must be discarded,
but we’re fools to think that does it:
burning the scraps.
I listened for the rain at Mt. Monadnock,
for the barred owl on a tent peak
among scrub pines in Michigan.
I can hear my father stir
and the cot creak. The flap opens.
He goes out and never returns
though the coffee steams on the grill
and the redstart sings in the alders.

Though the sun shines, leave not your cloak at home.

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” The queen’s mocking laughter cut in. “This is your treasure, Lord Sheftu?”

“Aye. The greatest treasure in Egypt—a maid whose loyalty cannot be bought. Whatever bargain we make, Daughter of the Sun, must include her freedom.”
Eloise Jarvis McGraw, Mara, Daughter of the Nile

What you do when you are drunk, you must pay for when you are dry. — Scotch.


Nevertheless my uncle Benjamin was not what you lightly term a drunkard, make no mistake about that. He was an epicurean who pushed philosophy to the point of intoxication,—that was all…. He loved wine, not for itself, but for that short-lived madness which it brings…. he maintained that a fasting man was a man still asleep; that intoxication would have been one of the greatest blessings of the Creator, if it had not injured the head, and that the only thing that made man superior to the brute was the faculty of getting drunk. ~Claude Tillier (1801–1844), My Uncle Benjamin: A Humorous, Satirical, and Philosophical Novel, 1843, translated from the French by Benjamin R. Tucker, 1890

let the god loose into the darling woman.


Ranier Maria Rilke
translated by Robert Bly

When the god, needing something, decided to become a swan,
he was astounded how lovely the bird was;
he was dizzy as he disappeared into the swan.
But his deceiving act soon pulled him into the doing,
before he had a chance to test all the new feelings
Inside the being. And the woman, open to him,
recognized the One Soon To Be Born
and she knew: what he asked for

was something which, confused in her defending, she
could no longer keep from him. He pressed closer
and pushing his neck through her less and less firm hand

let the god loose into the darling woman.
Then for the first time he found his feathers marvelous
and lying in her soft place he became a swan.


Leda and the Swan


A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
                                  Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?


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The monster finds you in pain, and promises to help.

You feed the monster to relieve your pain.

The Monster tricks you into feeling normal, which you begin to crave.

Your cravings take control making the Monster stronger.

The Monster destroys relationships, ruins careers, and ultimately takes lives.


“I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.” – Isaac Newton

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A shell grows around itself, folding over
the first pattern, calcified into a whorled shape, not dissimilar
to the whorl on the top of our two heads,
the pattern of gorgeous irreplaceable error,
and for a while the only assurance we belonged,
we belonged to the same species.
And the joy was piercing, this piercing joy
came up in me, a whirring train, night,
on the way home, somewhere before Memphis.



I stand on top of our back steps and breathe the rich air

—  a mother skunk with her column of kittens swills the garbage pail.  She jabs her wedge-head in a cup  of sour cream, drops her ostrich tail,  and will not scare.

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You’re a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You’re a nasty wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks.
Your soul is full of gunk,
Mr Grinch

The three best words that best describe you,
Are as follows, and I quote”

The sound of the mandolin is a very curious sound because it’s cheerful and melancholy at the same time, and I think it comes from that shadow string, the double strings. (Rita Dove)

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O: Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bouzouki player!

C: Oh, heaven forbid: I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse!

“The rich fop Francis of Assisi was bored all his life―until he fell in love with Christ and gave all his stuff away and became the troubadour of Lady Poverty.” ― Peter Kreeft, Jesus-Shock

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“I’m a maker of ballads right pretty
I write them right here in the street
You can buy them all over the city
yours for a penny a sheet
I’m a word pecker out of the printers
out of the dens of Gin Lane
I’ll write up a scene on a counter
– confessions and sins in the main, boys
confessions and sins in the main

Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s
keeping the demons at bay
There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in
but they’ll always be back on a hanging day, on a hanging day

They come rattling over the cobbles
they sit on their coffins of black
Some are struck dumb, some gabble
top-heavy on brandy or sack
The pews are all full of fine fellows
and the hawker has set up her shop
As they’re turning them off at the gallows
she’ll be selling right under the drop, boys
selling right under the drop

Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s
keeping the demons at bay
There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in
but they’ll always be back on a hanging day, on a hanging day”
Mark Knopfler, Kill to Get Crimson

True silence is the rest of the mind; it is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment. Sir William Penn

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Suffer the mad world to go its own way, for it wills to go its 
own way. 
After all, the attainment of the summum bonum is not so dif- 
ficult as is generally supposed. The first thing is not to be 
too eager in the pursuit of it ; not to make, as one may say, 
a trade of it; for it is certainly true, that he who seeks his 
content most will find it least. The way is to take things as 
they happen to turn up, easy, without too much anxiety about 
consequences. The present mode of life is much too artificial, 
has too many factitious passions — too much ambition, pride, 
and emulation, which keep men in a constant state of excite- 
ment and exertion. Follow nature : rest when you are weary, 
eat when you are hungry , drink when you are thirsty. Pursue 
what is most congenial to your inclinations and abilities. If 
you are only fit for solitude, seek not active life, and vice versd. 
No man all things can do.