When asked why he went about with a lamp in broad daylight, Diogenes confessed, “I am looking for an honest man.” Seeing a young man blush, he remarked that it was the complexion of virtue.
“Over the years, I have come to realize that the greatest trap in our life is not success, popularity, or power, but self-rejection. Success, popularity, and power can indeed present a great temptation, but their seductive quality often comes from the way they are part of the much larger temptation to self-rejection. When we have come to believe in the voices that call us worthless and unlovable, then success, popularity, and power are easily perceived as attractive solutions. The real trap, however, is self-rejection. As soon as someone accuses me or criticizes me, as soon as I am rejected, left alone, or abandoned, I find myself thinking, “Well, that proves once again that I am a nobody.” … [My dark side says,] I am no good… I deserve to be pushed aside, forgotten, rejected, and abandoned. Self-rejection is the greatest enemy of the spiritual life because it contradicts the sacred voice that calls us the “Beloved.” Being the Beloved constitutes the core truth of our existence.”
― Henri J.M. Nouwen
Seven the things that tempt us,
Nine the time of day,
Two the distance between us
And there is one way.
Green the thought love rests in,
White the thought that parts,
Black the shadow tests us
With our destroying arts.
A sign is enough to live by,
A shape we make in air;
A long line of time we follow.
Does it lead us anywhere?
Gwakia kwarama, gwatuka gwakundeera
There is a time to wink as well as to see.
“Sometimes it’s important to work for that pot of gold. But other times it’s essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which colour to slide down on the rainbow.”
Rae Dawn Chong
The resistance of a woman to a man’s advances is not always a sign of virtue. Sometimes its just a sign of experience.
Ninon De LencloS
– Aladdin” ― Shinobu Ohtaka
To see an enemy humiliated gives a certain contentment, but this is jejune compared with the highly bent satisfaction of seeing him humiliated by your benevolent action or concession on his behalf. That is the sort of revenge which falls into the scale of virtue.
GEORGE ELIOT, The Mill on the Floss
“Fix reason firmly in her seat, and call to her tribunal every fact, every opinion. Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blindfolded fear … Do not be frightened from this inquiry by any fear of its consequences. If it end in a belief that there is no God, you will find incitements to virtue on the comfort and pleasantness you feel in its exercise and in the love of others which it will procure for you.”
― Thomas Jefferson
“Envy is the religion of the mediocre. It comforts them, it soothes their worries, and finally it rots their souls, allowing them to justify their meanness and their greed until they believe these to be virtues. Such people are convinced that the doors of heaven will be opened only to poor wretches like themselves who go through life without leaving any trace but their threadbare attempts to belittle others and to exclude – and destroy if possible – those who, by the simple fact of their existence, show up their own poorness of spirit, mind, and guts. Blessed be the one at whom the fools bark, because his soul will never belong to them.”
Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game
Birds move to their trees and I think of private talk
on the edge of winter, your voice soft, hurried
by the wind; swept-leaves in the bush-hut hours;
parrots like the sound of children sleeping out at dusk.
foto- baby king parrot at raleigh 2010
Blushing’ is virtue’s colour.
Hasty and adventurous schemes are at first view flattering, in execution difficult, and in the issue disastrous.
foto – izzy foreal with a box of vegies at murwillumbah 2008
Gail Lumet Buckley
Family faces are magic mirrors. Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, present and future.
foto- ulmarra nov 09 60 years
‘I had not yet fully wakened from my material sleep of ignorance, and was but dreaming of the dawn of early wisdom, when I heard the intuitive voice of my soul cry out from the tavern of inner silence: O little thoughts of awakening wisdom, rouse yourselves, fill the cup of consciousness with Divine Joy, ere life’s vitality vanish from the bodily cup’
thanks to http://www.sol.com.au/kor/15_03.htm
foto – kerry reilly at wide river cafe nov 2009.
Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them; and, in short, I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures. Thomas de Quincey.
foto – cows in coldstream street paddock 09
The Old Black Billy and Me
by Louis Esson
The sheep are yarded, an’ I sit
Beside the fire an’ poke at it.
Far from talk an’ booze o’ men
Glad, I’m glad I’m back agen
On the station, wi’ me traps
An’ fencin’ wire, an’ tanks an’ taps,
Back to salt-bush plains, an’ flocks,
An’ old bark hut be the apple-box.
I turn the slipjack, make the tea,
All’s as still as still can be –
An’ the old black billy winks at me.
foto – jacaranda day 2009 in grafton nsw.