Category Archives: TODAY

Children are not things to be moulded, but are people to be unfolded.” Jess Lair

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“Many things we need can wait, the child cannot… To him we cannot say tomorrow, his name is today.  Our time is now, we cannot wait.”

PROFESSOR FIONA, STANLEY – quoting Nobel Laureate Gabriela Mistral, 20
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go in the direction your head is pointed in. Jung Chang, Wild Swans

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“We made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of the God as we understood him.”

 The Third Step requires a surrendered attitude of spiritual growth if we want to keep the good things coming. Our will is a simple way of stating what we want. Our wants direct our lives and if they are not in alignment with what we need, we have a contradiction to overcome. Turning our will over to the God of our understanding removes the burden of contradiction. We find that some of the things we wanted come more quickly when we let go. Other things cease to be interesting to us, and it is even hard to recall what they were. Having dealt with surrender and a new belief we look outward to turn our life and will over to something far more powerful and loving than ourselves. We entrust ourselves to God’s care. This is a big change from our attitudes of fear and distrust. We become part of the whole. We are putting action to what we learned in the Second Step. We made a decision to trust God’s care of us. We do what is necessary and the outcome simply belongs to God. We are not as powerful as the God of our understanding. We are indeed powerless. In recovery, we grow but not to the point where we can afford to stop praying. We have to maintain, and sometimes renew, our decision to actually let God take care of us. We try to remain open and aware of His guidance through our prayers, meditations and the people in our lives. The decision to trust God’s care releases us from the need to try to control what we have no real control over.

http://www.nawol.org/2012_step3.htm

The fact is, squire, the moment a man takes to a pipe, he becomes a philosopher. It’s the poor man’s friend; it calms the mind, soothes the temper, and makes a man patient under difficulties. It has made more good men, good husbands, kind masters, indulgent fathers, than any other blessed thing on this universal earth. Sam Slick, the clockmaker”

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When you pray with this pipe, you pray for everything in the universe, and everything in the universe prays with you.”

-Black Elk, Holy Man of the Oglalas

http://fujipub.com/ooops/quotes.html#practice

A man can’t eat anger for breakfast and sleep with it at night and not suffer damage to his soul.

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When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”

“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”

“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.

Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.”

A.A. Milne

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.” ― Corrie ten Boom

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God didn’t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, or sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

Everybody is waiting for cooler weather–and I am just waiting for you. (Bob Dylan in a letter)” ― Suze Rotolo,

A Freewheelin’ Time: Greenwich Village in the Sixties, Bob Dylan and Me

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Sometimes, no matter how much you want for things to happen, all you can do is wait

A cold sea mist touches my eyes as I leave my tent rubbing my eyes

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“Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
Tomorrow be today.”


–  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.

James Allen

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As Days Unroll

Some days will drip in slow descent
along the creases of our skin;
they leave our inspiration clogged,
the texture of our labors thin.

Some days will coil with cobra-stealth,
attack when we are least prepared;
we cannot walk unscathed and yet
survival’s sweet – for we have dared!

Some days erect their wired barbs;
we struggle, bleed, admit we failed.
(And foolishly withdraw in shame –
as though our virtue was impaled.)

But ah, the days that string their pearls
across our shoulders, warmly rest
their sundrop auras…these we clasp
in awe, aware that we are blest.

© Laryalee Fraser

http://laryalee.webs.com/creek/A/days.htm

“It just never occurs to me until it’s too late that Learn Banjo in Five Minutes a Day means five minutes a day for the rest of my life.”

-John Diamond

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“A sip of wine, a cigarette,
And then it’s time to go.
I tidied up the kitchenette;
I tuned the old banjo.
I’m wanted at the traffic-jam.
They’re saving me a seat.”

― Leonard Cohen

Toll the Great Bell Once! Pull the Lever forward to engage the Piston and Pump… Toll the Great Bell Twice! With push of Button fire the Engine And spark Turbine into life… Toll the Great Bell Thrice! Sing Praise to the God of All Machines –

http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Quotes_Adeptus_Mechanicus#.Ub_Gi86Le1E

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Hear the sledges with the bells –
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells –
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

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Hear the mellow wedding bells –
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! –
From the molten – golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle – dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! – how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells –
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells –
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

III

Hear the loud alarum bells –
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now – now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale – faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells –
Of the bells –
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells –
In the clamor and the clanging of the bells!

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Hear the tolling of the bells –
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people – ah, the people –
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone –
They are neither man nor woman –
They are neither brute nor human –
They are Ghouls: –
And their king it is who tolls: –
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells: –
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells –
Of the bells, bells, bells: –
To the sobbing of the bells: –
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells –
Of the bells, bells, bells –
To the tolling of the bells –
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells, –
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. ”
― Edgar Allan Poe

Be what you want to be, not what others want to see.

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“You have to take risks, he said. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen. Every day, God gives us the sun and also one moment in which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day, we try to pretend that we haven’t perceived that moment, that it doesn’t exist–that today is the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if people really pay attention to their everyday lives, they will discover that magic moment. It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our front-door key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. But that moment exists–a moment when all the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles.”

― Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

Today is the bridge between acceptance and faith.

– Jonathan Lockwood Huie

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“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”

― Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.”

― Anne Brontë

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One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon-instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside our windows today.

Dale Carnegie

There’s a saying I remember from my grandmother: One today is worth two tomorrows.

― James Patterson, Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas

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“Do not be proud of the fact that your grandmother was shocked at something which you are accustomed to seeing or hearing without being shocked. … It may be that your grandmother was an extremely lively and vital animal and that you are a paralytic.”

― G.K. Chesterton

The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself. Lao Tzu

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“Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it.
But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.”

Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall

Tamul. — Gruel served in the house of a united family is enjoyable.

"Eastern Proverbs and Emblems Illustrating Old Truths"

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With days of illusions and shattered ideas;
And sleep made restless with alcohol;
The suffering that burdens today with the taste of tomorrow;
And that turns love into a boundless river;

In your presence I have rediscovered the memory of my blood;
And necklaces of laughter hung around our days;
Days sparkling with ever new joys

YOUR PRESENCE

(by David Diop)

http://poetryforpeace.wordpress.com/category/african-poetry/

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All day he plays, — a single tune ! But, by the oddest chances, Gavotte, or Brawl, or Rigadoon, It suits all kinds of dances.

"Proverbs in porcelain, and other verses"

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Today my thoughts are centred on expecting only the best
and giving only the best.

http://users.sa.chariot.net.au/~kday/thoughtsandpoems.html#Today is My Day

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God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can;and wisdom to know the difference.

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Sanskrit

Look to this day,

The very life of life,

In its brief course lies all

The realities and varieties of existence,

The bliss of growth,

The splendour of action,

The glory of power.

For yesterday is but a dream,

And tomorrow is only a vision.

But today well lived,

Makes every yesterday

A dream of happiness

And every tomorrow

A vision of hope.

Look well, therefore,

To this day.

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