Saturday, September 13, 2025

Poem: we are running

         we are running

 running and

        time is clocking us

from the edge like an only

        daughter.

our mothers stream before us,

cradling their breasts in their

hands.

        oh pray that what we want

        is worth this running

        pray that what we’re running

toward

is what we want.

                     

                    Lucille Clifton

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friday, September 12, 2025

One and the same

There is not something or someone experiencing experience! You do not feel feelings, think thoughts, or sense sensations any more than you hear hearing, see sight, or smell smelling. “I feel fine” means that a fine feeling is present. It does not mean that there is one thing called an “I” and another separate thing called a feeling, so that when you bring them together this “I” feels the fine feeling. There are no feelings but present feelings, and whatever feeling is present is “I.” No one ever found an “I” apart from some present experience, or some experience apart from an “I”—which is only to say that the two are the same thing.

        Alan Watts, The Wisdom of Insecurity

 

 

 

 

Thursday, September 11, 2025

Good advice

One should always have one’s boots on, and be ready to leave.

            Michel de Montaigne. Essays

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

What to do?

Too many people merely do what they are told to do.

        Ansel Adams, The Camera

 

 

Tuesday, September 9, 2025

Acceptance

It’s rarely the truth itself that people can’t accept.
         It’s how they feel about it.

                Karen Russell, The Antidote

 

 

 

 

 

Monday, September 8, 2025

Find a way or make one

If you have the words, 

    there's always a chance that you'll find the way.

                Seamus Heaney, Stepping Stones: Interviews with Seamus Heaney 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday, September 7, 2025

Acts of faith

Love is an act of faith,
    and whoever is of little faith
        is also of little love.

                Erich Fromm, The Art of Loving