Before you diagnose....

 

Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, simply surrounded by assholes." 

William Gibson

Dorcus Gustine

43.  Dorcas Gustine

I was not beloved of the villagers,
but all because I spoke my mind,
and met those who transgressed against me
with plain remonstrance, hiding nor nurturing
nor secret griefs nor grudges.
That act of the Spartan boy is greatly praised,
who hid the wolf under his cloak,
letting it devour him, uncomplainingly.

It is braver, I think, to snatch the wolf forth
and fight him openly, even in the street,
amid dust and howls of pain.
The tongue may be an unruly member -
but silence poisons the soul.

Berate me who will – I am content.

- Edgar Lee Masters (1868 – 1950)

A is for Art....

The painting has a life of its own.

Jackson Pollock~~

This is a picture of a painting created by my 5 year old boy. He's not by any means a prodigy, but I love that it's so uninhibited. To most this might be a brightly colored mess, but to momma it's art (big silly grin).

I'm ready for my closeup, Mr. deMille....

This is the final scene of Sunset Boulevard, a lovely bit of noir filmed in 1950.  The film stars William Holden, Cecil B. deMille and Eric von Stroheim.  Gloria Swanson, however steals every scene she's in; you can't keep from watching her--and feeling supremely uncomfortable.  If you don't believe me--just watch the above clip...seriously, I dare you. ;0)

What Was Told, That

What was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest.
What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight,
what was whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made
sugarcane sweet,
whatever was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in
Turkestan that makes them so handsome,
whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is being said to me now.
I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that's happening here.
The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane,
in love with the one to whom every that belongs!


Jalalu'l-din Rumi

Questioning....

"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing." 

~Albert Einstein

Though I Think not to Think....

Meanwhile, our hapless heroine....eh, lol.  It's 3:01am--no more sleep for me.  Sitting here writing this and debating weather I should go catch a glimpse of the Leonids.  Probably wouldn't see much from here, but still.  Had it just been me, I might have made a run to the hills....gotten away from the city lights.  Could have been pretty wonderful--me, a thermos full of hot tea and a ton of blankets. Ah wells--perhaps another time?

Speaking about me (because it's all about me)--this being true to myself stuff is a lot easier said than done.  Baby steps?  I really just want to run away....just for a little while...

Though I think not
To think about it,
I do think about it
And shed tears
Thinking about it.

~~Ryokan

Or something like that....