I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble.  The world is moved along not only by the mighty shoves of its heroes but also by the aggregate of the tiny pushes of each honest worker. ~ Helen Keller

the pattern


There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe.  It has symmetry, elegance, and grace – those qualities you find always in that which the true artist captures.  You can find it in the turning of the seasons, in the way sand trails along a ridge, in the branch clusters of the creosote bush or the pattern of its leaves.  We try to copy these patterns in our lives and our society, seeking the rhythms, the dances, the forms that comfort.  Yet, it is possible to see peril in the finding of ultimate perfection… from Frank Herbert’s Dune

Undying love

They climbed the upward path, through absolute silence,
Up the steep murk, clouded in pitchy darkness,
They were near the margin, near the upper land,
When he, afraid that she might falter, eager to see her,
Looked back in love, and she was gone, in a moment.
Was it he, or she, reaching out arms and trying
To hold or to be held, and clasping nothing
But empty air?  Dying the second time
He loved her.  He could hardly hear her calling
Farewell! when she was gone.
The double death
Stunned Orpheus, like the man who turned to stone…
hearts so joined
One shared the other’s guilt…
Where rivers run, still holds them, both together
from Metamorphoses / Ovid  - Book 10: 59-75

spinning ~

This is absolutely Beautiful and Perfect!…I was daydreaming with you..I still am 🙂 Thank you for sharing this masterpiece!


I dreamed of
kings and kingdoms,
camelot and merlin –
legend forged by magic
and desire.
I dreamed of knights
approaching –
might find this maiden
waiting –
for all this everafter
might inspire.

I dreamed of pearls
and whiskey –
the lazy side of summer,
news from home –
across and down
the same.
I dreamed of
picket fences,
a porch to wrap around us –
closing time, and
calling stars by name.

I dreamed of distant
highways, were made for
this horizon –
a destination
yet to be revealed.
I dreamed of clay
and coyotes,
a hand to fit me walking –
miles beyond to wonder
how love feels.

I dreamed of boots
and perfume,
a light across the meadow –
boxes filled with treasure
I loved best.
I dreamed of
golden mornings,
a winding path to take me,
back to the arms –
where dreaming
I shall rest.

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Creativity #4

Well said..Sharing and bookmarking to read again 🙂

Source of Inspiration

Creation begins with a
thought, an idea, a “what if.”
Where do our ideas come from?
“Oh, our brain just sort of…I
don’t know..makes it up!” Ok,
but how does our brain “make up”
an idea it has never had? And
why do people like Thomas Edison
seem to have a superior ability
to create?

Consider the possibility that
each of us has the ability to
create and that creativity can be
cultivated, increased far beyond
where we are now.

The act of creating is like a well
loved tool; a hammer, needle and
thread, mixing bowl paint brush.
Once we understand how to use it,
there are limitless possibilities
in a variety of media. Most of us
who “dabble” in art, music, gardening,
photography, believe we may have a
little talent in these areas but
not in others. But what if talent is
not a gift but rather a…

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