The folktale is as follows: the peacock and the crow decide to add colour to their feathers, and to paint each other’s. The crow spends a long time painting careful designs on the peacock, who becomes so proud of his feathers he wants to strut and flaunt them. So when the peacock paints the crow, he just dumps black paint on and says he’s done. Yet the crow is more respected for his care for others and his modesty.
“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.”
― Melody Beattie
― Yann Martel, Beatrice and Virgil
― Elizabeth Goudge, The Scent of Water
“Owen meany who rarely wasted words and who had the conversation-stopping habit of dropping remarks like coins into a deep pool of water… remarks that sank, like truth, to the bottom of the pool where they would remain untouchable.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany
― David Almond, My Name is Mina
“I don’t know if tea really helps when one feels precarious, but it does give one something warm to hold on to. A kitten would work just as well, but we don’t have one at the moment. They will grow into cats.”
― Joanna Bourne, My Lord and Spymaster
― David Levithan, The Realm of Possibility
something has unlocked
to pronounce the beautiful words
that were frozen in my mouth,
lost in my mind, always in my heart/
(I had put aside)
to cry out war and tragedy and oppression –
she left those sad words behind
she left the machines and the crowd
to join the dreamcatchers in the mist of her mountain den –
where the sky walks the land
where the sunlight is singing
and the water is singing a river of beautiful words
falling through her valley/
fingers of water weaving transparent
through the twine of vine
falling through her hair,
raining down brow and breasts and toes
where she stands barefoot
under the great tree
and the immense forest breathing around her/
and the day and the night caress each other
like a man and a woman in love,
and the cool lips of the night
whisper time is not stone
and there is a bridge,
a bridge leaps the waters and the tower of trees,
a bridge of dreams and words,
its path is fern and flower and golden rain,
and always, always
the bridge is love.
Michel Foucault History of Sexuality Vol. 1
“It must be admitted frankly that Aunt Becky was not particularly beloved by her clan. She was too fond of telling them what she called the plain truth. And, as Uncle Pippin said, while the truth was all right, in its place, there was no sense in pouring out great gobs of it around where it wasn’t wanted. To Aunt Becky, however, tact and diplomacy and discretion, never to mention any consideration for any one’s feelings, were things unknown.”
L.M. Montgomery, A Tangled Web
Now bury with the dead years conflicts dead
And with fresh days let all begin anew.
Why longer amid shrivelled leaf—drifts tread,
When buds are swelling, flower—sheaths peeping through?
Seen through the vista of the vanished years,
How trivial seem the struggle and the crown,
How vain past feuds, when reconciling tears
Course down the channel worn by vanished frown.
How few mean half the bitterness they speak!
Words more than feelings keep us still apart,
And, in the heat of passion or of pique,
The tongue is far more cruel than the heart.
Since love alone makes it worth while to live,
Let all be now forgiven, and forgive.
Alfred Austin 1835-1913
foto – sunset raleigh 2010
I wonder why it is, that young men are always cautioned against bad girls. Anyone can handle a bad girl. It’s the good girls men should be warned against.
foto – lunch
A greengrocer and a potter hired a camel together and each hung a pannier on its side filled with his goods. As they proceeded on their way the camel occasionally helped itself to vegetables from the greengrocer’s pannier, which caused the potter to laugh at his companion. After a time they paused to rest and the camel in seating itself naturally leaned to the heavier side, which was the side on which was the pannier of pots, break ing all the vessels.
foto – wesak moom 2010 raleigh
To revenge a harsh word give a gentle reply.
foto – raleigh mists 2010