on such a winters day
on such a winters day
The Shortest Day
by Susan Cooper – 1974
So the shortest day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen,
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us — listen!
All the long echoes sing the same delight
This shortest day
As promise wakens in the sleeping land.
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends, and hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year, and every year.
We are all travelers.
We see what is true and we push past what we know to be false.
The question is: Where do we go?
What place is true and good and real?
Where is the place that will speak to us in a voice that is familiar and kind?
Where is true found… and false forgotten?
(an advertisement for New Mexico… Adventure that feeds the soul begins here. NewMexico.org)
live with intention.
work to the edge.
play with abandon.
choose with no regret.
continue to learn.
appreciate your friends.
do what you love.
live as if this is all there is.
– M. Radmacher
I’ve heard it said that every day you need half an hour of quiet time for yourself, or your Self, unless you’re incredibly busy and stressed, in which case you need an hour. I promise you, it is there. Fight tooth and nail to find time, to make it. It is our time wealth, this moment, this hour, this day.
– Anne Lamott
Where the spirit leads, the feet will follow…
down distant paths for unmapped miles.
Heads forget but hearts remember.
The art of living knows no bounds.
(from an advertisement for Prana)
Making the simple complicated is commonplace;
making the complicated simple,
– Charles Mingus
Everyone is born creative. Everyone is given a box of crayons in kindergarten. Then when you hit puberty they take the crayons away and replace them with dry, uninspiring books on algebra, history, etc. Being suddenly hit years later with the “creative bug” is just a wee voice telling you, “I’d like my crayons back, please.
– Hugh MacLeod
Mistakes never equals disaster.
– Tommy Kane
There is no substitute for hard work.
– Thomas Edison
Anima Sana In Corpore Sano – a sound mind in a sound body.
“The vote is precious. It is the most powerful non-violent tool we have in a democratic society, and we must use it.”
– John Lewis – late civil rights activist and US House of Representative – GA
(This is my take on the Palo Alto City Library’s voting graphic.)