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basics

Today’s inspirational & healthy spark:

milne_happiness

http://www.brainpickings.org/2012/01/18/a-a-milne-happiness-when-we-were-very-young/

 

wild and precious life

Today’s inspirational spark:

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

—Mary Oliver

fighting spirit

Today’s inspirational art spark:

Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas, 19141953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

From The Poems of Dylan Thomas, published by New Directions. Copyright © 1952, 1953 Dylan Thomas. Copyright © 1937, 1945, 1955, 1962, 1966, 1967 the Trustees for the Copyrights of Dylan Thomas. Copyright © 1938, 1939, 1943, 1946, 1971 New Directions Publishing Corp.

 

http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/do-not-go-gentle-good-night

Was that you?

Today’s inspirational & relationship spark:

 

so it goes

Today’s art spark:

frida

 

Image from http://imgfave.com/view/4068961

 

 

venture forth and wander back

Today’s art spark:

Check out the beautiful photographs, typewritten haikus and poetry, and other art at tylerknott.com.

Three samples –

loveandhome

haiku

imaginativedreams

 

 

pinky swear

Today’s inspirational spark:

whitman

Image from http://imgfave.com/view/3606219

 

This is Post #500! Thank you everyone for visiting, commenting, and good vibes! 🙂

 

 

growing up

Today’s inspirational spark:

Source: ecosalon.com

I remember a high school teacher asking me a few times if I was really sure I wanted to tackle an e.e. cummings poem for an assigned paper. His asking simply pushed me even more to take up the challenge.

 

 

The Oak Tree

My younger cousin sent me a Hallmark card in the mail.

Who knew that a $2.99 gesture could be worth so much more?


A mighty wind blew night and day.

It stole the oak tree’s leaves away,

Then snapped its boughs and pulled its bark

Until the oak was tired and stark.

But still the oak tree held its ground

While other trees fell all around.

The weary wind gave up and spoke,

“How can you still be standing, Oak?”

The oak tree said, “I know that you

Can break each branch of mine in two,

Carry every leaf away,

Shake my limbs, and make me sway.

But I have roots stretched in the earth,

Growing stronger since my birth.

You’ll never touch them, for you see,

They are the deepest part of me.

Until today, I wasn’t sure

Of just how much I could endure.

But now I’ve found, with thanks to you,

I’m stronger than I ever knew.”

 

 

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