Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.
Barack Obama
“When you're finished changing, you're finished.”
Benjamin Franklin
Sometimes, in an attempt to make things better, we make them worse. Sometimes, too, the more we try to simplify, the more complications we create. That does not mean we should abandon such endeavours, but we might be wise to modify our expectations. Problems are like clouds. We may wish them away when they arrive on our horizon but if they never come at all, how can it ever rain? We don't want to live in a desert. So we all need a degree of what we dislike. This week brings a drizzle not a downfall. Be glad of it. If you want to know more, then listen to your week ahead spoken forecast by joining the free trial of my 5 Star service. You'll have to fill in a couple of forms but you can cancel easily at any time and you won't be charged anything. And you can still continue to hear your forecasts for 14 days. It's worth the effort! Have a listen to a sample.
From Jonathan Cainer, Astrologer
Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.
John F. Kennedy
O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world
That has such people in't!
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago.
In following him, I follow but myself;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end;
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In complement extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at. I am not what I am.
"Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and
some have greatness thrust upon 'em."
"Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch
Against whose charms faith melteth in blood.
Shakespeare
For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
Carl Sagan
Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere.
Carl Sagan
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
Carl Sagan
We have also arranged things so that almost no one understands science and technology. This is a prescription for disaster. We might get away with it for a while, but sooner or later this combustible mixture of ignorance and power is going to blow up in our faces.
Carl Sagan
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More. . .about persephone:
ReplyDeletePale, beyond porch and portal,
Crowned with calm leaves, she stands
Who gathers all things mortal
With cold immortal hands;
Her languid lips are sweeter
Than love's who fears to greet her
To men that mix and meet her
From many times and lands.
…
(Algernon Charles Swinburne 1837-1909, The Garden of Proserpine).
"It is also said that on reaching old age a vision came to Pindar in a dream. As he slept Persephone stood by him and declared that she alone of the deities had not been honored by Pindar with a hymn, but that Pindar would compose an ode to her also when he had come to her. Pindar died at once, before ten days had passed since the dream. But there was in Thebes an old woman related by birth to Pindar who had practised singing most of his odes. By her side in a dream stood Pindar, and sang a hymn to Persephone. Immediately on waking out of her sleep she wrote down all she had heard him singing in her dream." (Pausanias, Description of Greece 9.23.3).
This is from an e-mail Danielle sent me, and comment then is from Danielle, not Amanda. Danielle forgot what the blog address is...
ReplyDeleteHeres one of my favorite poems of all times by lawerene ferlinghetti (also, the wasteland by t.s. elliott may have some good excerpts to use)
So rent a museum
and see yourself in mirrors
in every room and exposition of a different phase in your life
with all your figures and faces
and pictures of all the people who passed through you
and all the scenes
you passed through
and all the landscapes of living
and longing and desireing and spending and getting and doing and dying
and sighing and laughing and crying
(with antic gesturing!)
ANd walking through the house of yourself
you climb again to all the rooms of yourself
full of the other lives and selves
who passed through them
Rooms Rooms Rooms
piled up haphazard in the architecture of time
And all the bodies linging to each other
or rushing to break out of the room
which they boxed themselves into
All the people of your life
in one hose in the night
all light lit
like a cruise ship at sea
And you run up and down
knocking on all the doors
through whick you hear
all the once-familiar voices laughing or sobbing or singing
And you run to the roof
and look up to the mute night sky
and in the wheeling template of stars
see the faces the figures
of that lovely lovers who
ha once made time stand still
now all fixed in their constellated relations
motionless in time
So that some day
as time bends around to its beginning again
you find them all again
and yourself