Experience is the best teacher but only fools learn from none other.
(Widely attributed to Benjamin Franklin)
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Friday, December 01, 2017
some mourn and fear the very idea of ignorance
it does not intrinsically denote incompetence, unwillingness, maliciousness
it is simply a sparse description of a state of being in a particular moment
one moment
in a lifetime comprised of a seemingly endless moments
ignorance isn’t the end
ignorance is the beginning of knowing
it does not intrinsically denote incompetence, unwillingness, maliciousness
it is simply a sparse description of a state of being in a particular moment
one moment
in a lifetime comprised of a seemingly endless moments
ignorance isn’t the end
ignorance is the beginning of knowing
Wednesday, July 06, 2016
An Excerpt from a Dream
Twinkling emerald eyes quickly flickered between a few arguably cruel observations, each review more flawed than the last. Stopping at a blonde curl she again decided the locks were simply too fine and definitely too thin and her skin needed a spa day or two. In truth, she possessed timeless, classic good looks with the wisdom and wit of a girl twice her age. The beauty, all of fourteen years, had the heart of a lioness and the spirit of an angelic steward of all things good and true. So to say her self-image was in need of a reality check was in fact quite the dramatic understatement. Thankfully a mysterious traveler-turned-house guest, a mercurial talking cat, and two new friends were all in store to help do just that.
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Saturday, February 16, 2013
The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre —
To be redeemed from fire by fire.
Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.
~TS Eliot, Four Quartlets
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre —
To be redeemed from fire by fire.
Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.
~TS Eliot, Four Quartlets
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Dear DS,
I remember your bright blue eyes warmly smiled at me from across the room the first time we met. You were so friendly and genuine and full of energy. I don’t normally open up to people straight away but for some reason with you it was easy, being friends for us came easy, didn’t it? Every time we hung out was more fun than the last, and I always wished we could hang out more often. You had so much to offer the world, it was too soon for you to leave us. I wish you had found a way out of the sadness so you could have stayed here. I know the way you left was something you’d brag about to your old buddies if you could—it was so very Jim Morrison of you. I hope you rest up well and come back in your next life with a fierce determination to not let anyone or anything stop you from living the life you want and giving the gift of your spirit to those fortune enough to receive it. I do count myself as so blessed to have spent those precious moments with you, sharing a little bit of ourselves. Next time don’t give up, okay? I love you. Always will.
Lesli
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