Category Archives: SELF DISCOVERY

If you dig a hole for someone else, you’ll fall into it. Hungarian.

0 0 waterbabiesking_0207

“I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes me a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in. It’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.

walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.”

― Portia Nelson, There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery

“The sound of the sea helps me get back to me.

http://www.tranquilwaters.uk.com/water.html

image

Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.” 

Loren Eiseley

The lizard that jumped from the high iroko tree to the ground said he would praise himself if no one else did.

http://lwlightwords.blogspot.com.au/2008/01/african-proverbs-and-wise-sayings.html

1 water dragon

Lizard, lizard on the wall.

I don’t mind spiders, I don’t mind bugs,
I can coexist in peace with worms and slugs.
What I can’t stand, if anything at all..
Are lizards…  They make my skin crawl!

Right through summer, seen around,
Yellow, slimy, makin’ a ‘ tuk-tuk’  sound,
They get to me…big or small,
And then to spot a lizard on my wall!

An eye on the computer…I can’t think,
An eye on the lizard, I can’t  blink,
My eyes are frozen, my head in a spin,
How in the world could it get in.

 

Lizard, lizard on the wall., a poem by Nishu Mathur, India

http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=214940

Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.”

― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

gri_33125004502841_0208

“The face is the portrait of the mind; the eyes, its informers.”
– Latin

Portrait in 4D

After his wife of over fifty years died,
He began using crystal pendulums
To contact her, announced he had
The healing touch, though no one felt
A thing, tried to read books on time
And consciousness, his glass of whisky
Refilled always, no matter doctor’s orders,
And sometime after lunch would settle
For diversions on TV, the mechanisms
Of DVDs and Cable far beyond him,
His vision winding down, winding down.

Earl Livings

http://divan.bhtafe.edu.au/?p=1150#more-1150

Our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.”

― Samuel Johnson, The Idler; Poems

z z z waterbabiesfairy00king_0357

“There are people who are generic. They make generic responses and they expect generic answers. They live inside a box and they think people who don’t fit into their box are weird. But I’ll tell you what, generic people are the weird people. They are like genetically-manipulated plants growing inside a laboratory, like indistinguishable faces, like droids. Like ignorance.”

― C. JoyBell C.

The supreme treasure is knowledge, the middle treasure is children, and the lowest treasure is material wealth.

(Mongolian Proverb)

z z z treasuryofstorie00humprich_0001

Loving oneself isn’t hard, when you understand who and what ‘yourself’ is. It has nothing to do with the shape of your face, the size of your eyes, the length of your hair or the quality of your clothes. It’s so beyond all of those things and it’s what gives life to everything about you. Your own self is such a treasure.

Phylicia Rashad

“There was a time I thought I couldn’t enjoy rock ‘n’ roll unless I had heroin in me”

Joe Perry of Aerosmith – 1989

1 1 1 1 1 music histoireddouar00dure_0027

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Kahlil Gibrain

http://www.langservices.net/quotes.html

 

You can’t always write a chord ugly enough to say what you want to say, so sometimes you have to rely on a giraffe filled with whipped cream.

– Frank Zappa

1 1 childrenspictur00woodgoog_0008

“Does the giraffe know what he’s for? Or care? Or even think about his place in things? A giraffe has a black tongue twenty-seven inches long and no vocal cords. A giraffe has nothing to say. He just goes on giraffing.
― Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

 

I don’t follow precedent, I establish it.

– Fanny Ellen Holtzman

1 1 automobilespract00amerrich_0081

“For me, childhood roaming was what developed self-reliance, a sense of direction and adventure, imagination, a will to explore, to be able to get a little lost and then figure out the way back.”

― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost