2017 XMAS DAY : Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart. Washington Irving

A Politically Correct Christmas Poem Twas the night before Christmas and Santa’s a wreck… How to live in a world that’s politically correct? His workers no longer would ans… Source: Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart. Washington Irving

George Eliot “A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

“I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing… Source: George Eliot “A friend is one to whom … Continue reading George Eliot “A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

Yunus Emre (1238 – 1320). True Speech is the Fruit of Not Speaking True speech is the fruit of not speaking. Too much talking clouds the heart.

Gathutha konagia mundu njira A little, contemptible path is sometimes the one that leads you to the highway. Muigwithania sites 2c foto – fruit in summer 09 ulmarra Source: Yunus Emre (1238 – 1320). True Speech is the Fruit of Not Speaking True speech is the fruit of not speaking. Too much talking clouds the … Continue reading Yunus Emre (1238 – 1320). True Speech is the Fruit of Not Speaking True speech is the fruit of not speaking. Too much talking clouds the heart.

“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” W.B. Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire | the GEM COLLECTION 2016

“Listen to th’ wind wutherin’ round the house,” she said. “You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on it tonight.”Mary did not know what “wutherin’” meant until she listened, and then she understood. It must mean that hollow shuddering sort of roar which rushed round and round the house, as … Continue reading “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” W.B. Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire | the GEM COLLECTION 2016

George Eliot “A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don’t want to pretend at magic anymore. I … Continue reading George Eliot “A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

The heart is but the beach beside the sea that is the world.

“For your answer, you must hear a minimalist composition performed by the wind, watch the dolphins play in moonlight, and listen to the whales singing as you are rocked to sleep by the sea. If this happens to you once, you are still fit material for human company. If it happens to you every night … Continue reading The heart is but the beach beside the sea that is the world.

To watch us dance is to hear our hearts speak. — Indian Proverb

“We maximise the richness of our lives, we increase the richness of other people’s lives by, in a strange sort of sense, exposing them to more chances, more opportunities, rather than by saying “This is it. The future is predictable. Your future is predictable and this is what you have to do.” The “meaning of … Continue reading To watch us dance is to hear our hearts speak. — Indian Proverb

“God, you have made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless till they find their rest in you.” – Augustine

Come, rest awhile, and let us idly stray In glimmering valleys, cool and far away. Come from the greedy mart, the troubled street, And listen to the music, faint and sweet, That echoes ever to a listening ear, Unheard by those who will not pause to hear­ The wayward chimes of memory’s pensive bells, Wind-blown … Continue reading “God, you have made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless till they find their rest in you.” – Augustine

There is an animal inside me, clutching fast to my heart, a huge crab. Anne Sexton

“She reached down and picked a crab out of a bucket. As it came up it turned out that three more were hanging on to it. “A crab necklace?” giggled Juliet. “Oh, that’s crabs for you,” said Verity, disentangling the ones who had hitched a ride. “thick as planks, the lot of them. That’s why … Continue reading There is an animal inside me, clutching fast to my heart, a huge crab. Anne Sexton

“To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again! ― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

the ocean, under the pulsation of lighthouses and noise of bell buoys, advances as usual, looking as if it were not that ocean in which dropped things are bound to sink— in which if they turn and twist, it is neither with volition nor consciousness. Marianne Moore

How my heart wants to sail away with you, As you sail across the ocean blue. But I must stay beside my window clear, As the barges sail away from here.

Sara Prater A Barge Mysterious In The Thick Of Night – Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai A barge mysterious in the thick of night Sailed slowly to the somber shore Beneath the ramparts of the dreaming fort How silent how austere how still The lapping of the waves against the barge. Whence is the barge … Continue reading How my heart wants to sail away with you, As you sail across the ocean blue. But I must stay beside my window clear, As the barges sail away from here.

My heart is Round ready to echo the music of my family but the Square within me remains The Square stops me in my entirety. Cobby Eckermann

If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you’ll be going, ‘you know, we’re alright. We are dang near royalty.’ Jeff Foxworthy Read more at: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/j/jefffoxwor183454.html?src=t_dysfunctional

“My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I’ll not be knowing, Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take, No matter where it’s going.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Selected Poetry

  The Whistle of a Train There’s something most exciting in the whistle of a train; It’s sighted in the distance and comes panting through the rain. Then the bustle on the station, with kisses freely won, And those who hide a heartache for those who did not come. There’s something very thrilling in the whistle of a train; The … Continue reading “My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I’ll not be knowing, Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take, No matter where it’s going.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Selected Poetry