We must rest here, for this is where the teacher comes. On his desk stands a vase of tears.
[John Ashbery (b. 1927)
I sincerely believe that
Whatever happens in life
Happens for a good reason
Though one is unlikely to
Appreciate it at the time
Because of my disability
My kismet has driven me
To many wondrous places
Places I would only have
Envisioned in my dreams
Had I been able-bodied
I might have thought of
Becoming a painter
An accountant
Or anything
Other than a contented writer
Yes, I believe in kismet
Its the sole guiding force in all our lives
“Chaos exists only in the moment. But Fate knows all. Every action and reaction. Since everything is destined, nothing is random… Chaos is only an illusion.”
― B.C. Sirrom
Every season Shall have its suited pastime ; even winter, In its deep noon, when mountains piled with snow And choked up valleys from our mansion, bar All entrance, and nor guest nor traveller Sounds at our gate ; the empty hall forsaken, In some warm chamber, by the crackling fire, We'll hold our little, snug, domestic court, Plying our work with song and tale between." Joanna Bailh'e. Guernsey.
Source: http://www.creativespirits.info/aboriginalculture/arts/calling-me-home#ixzz3cLm28UAs
foto – izzy foreal at indian restaurant in bellingen 2013
I look back with gladness to the day when I found the path to
the land of heart’s desire, and thank Fate ceaselessly with a
loud voice that she did not permit the town to sap all the years
away while the heart was turning to wind-voices and
flower-faces and the hands of kindly earth.
– Mrs. George Cran, The Garden of Ignorance, 1913)
In the UK we used to have ‘jug and bottle’ which was (usually) a hatch
from a corridor in a pub through which off-sales (into jugs and bottles,
unsurprisingly) were made, the customer not needing to go into the bar,
lounge, snug or smoke-room. Now very rare, alas.As others have said, places with an off-licence only (no on-licence to
drink on the premises) are affectionately known as ‘offies‘
http://gigi2.hubpages.com/hub/A-poem-Kismet
“It doesn’t have to be on Valentine’s Day. It doesn’t have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn’t have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn’t have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third date.
It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirit.
It just has to be.”
http://bijlmakers.com/entomology/proverbs_insects_2.htm
E kore te patiki e hoki ki tona puehu
The flounder (fish) does not return to his dust
Do not make the same mistake twice.
James K. Baxter, Collected Poems (OUP 1979)
http://www.australianpoetry.org/2012/11/26/the-sacred-politics-of-james-k-baxter/
“I was surrounded by friends, my work was immense, and pleasures were abundant. Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil. Overall, I was happiest to be alone; for it was then I was most aware of what I possessed. Free to look out over the rooftops of the city. Happy to be alone in the company of friends, the company of lovers and strangers. Everything, I decided, in this life, was pure pleasure.”
― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
Though everyone in town was safe, the beaches were gone . . . all covered by the cool green Flood, which almost paralyzed her with its beauty, its clarity . . . for “days” she could watch nothing else, while all around her the town adjusted to its new shoreline and life went on. Late at “night” she went out on her deck and stood just above the surf, looking toward a horizon she couldn’t see, as if into a wind that might really be her own passage, destination unknown, and heard a voice, singing across the Flood, this wonderful song, the kind you heard stoned over at some stranger’s place one night and never found again, telling of the divers, who would come, not now but soon, and descend into the Flood and bring back up for us “whatever has been taken,” the voice promised, “whatever has been lost.”
–Vineland
― Mark Rude
“If you are in a pit of stress or despair, don’t succumb to defeat. Don’t accept that difficult place as your fate. Even though God has allowed you to be there right now, he never intended for you to live there. Our God is bigger then whatever problem you are facing. The only way to see past the problem is to believe that he has not forgotten or abandoned you and that, at the exact time that he has ordained, he will reach down and pick you up.”
― Tracie Miles, Stressed-Less Living: Finding God’s Peace in Your Chaotic World
—Zarost” ― Greg Hamerton, The Riddler’s Gift
“Fates are woven not by gods, but by the choices of humans–their greed and jealousies, their loves and courage…Fate is but one moment the gods extend to us, a test for us, but it is the choices we make that take us to that fate, or away. And so I will forge my own life!”
― Jules Watson, The Swan Maiden
History, Mystery, Research in Progress
Funny Posts and Solid Information for those who suffer from bipolar disorder and alcohlism
Learning to stumble through life without the comfort of booze.
A sweary alcohol recovery blog written by a Yorkshireman
Adventures in Addiction Recovery & Cancer Survival
A woman's quest for one year of sobriety
A mom, wife and professional's journey on recovering from addiction
I used to drink and now I don't
ACoA Recovery Issues (adult-children of alcoholics & other narcissists)
Watching life as it passed by
Editing and Creative Services
WHERE TO START WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START
Daily Recovery Messages
biographical, non-fiction
Alcoholics Anonymous Meetings in Mountain City, Tennessee
Emotional musings- emotionspassion@gmail.com
Singapore to New Zealand - 12,000km by human power!
History, Mystery, Research in Progress
Funny Posts and Solid Information for those who suffer from bipolar disorder and alcohlism
Learning to stumble through life without the comfort of booze.
A sweary alcohol recovery blog written by a Yorkshireman
Adventures in Addiction Recovery & Cancer Survival
A woman's quest for one year of sobriety
A mom, wife and professional's journey on recovering from addiction
I used to drink and now I don't
ACoA Recovery Issues (adult-children of alcoholics & other narcissists)
Watching life as it passed by
Editing and Creative Services
WHERE TO START WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START
Daily Recovery Messages
biographical, non-fiction
Alcoholics Anonymous Meetings in Mountain City, Tennessee
Emotional musings- emotionspassion@gmail.com
Singapore to New Zealand - 12,000km by human power!