Big Thoughts, Human-sized Canvas
I will so trust that what is deep is holy, that I will do strongly before the sun and moon whatever inly rejoices me, and the heart appoints. If you are noble, I will love you; if you are not, I will not hurt you and myself by hypocritical attentions. If you are true, but not in the same truth with me, cleave to your companions; I will seek…
When I planted those bulbs they looked more like pebbles than flowers, but I knew what I had and what I wanted, and in the damp and dark of October I put them in the ground and gave growth a shot. I love that feeling of doing a good thing and letting it go, trusting that I’ve set it in motion and nature will take its course.
What is the meaning of a heart? And are we talking broken heart, heart stopping, taking heart or heart warming? Are you hearty, serious as a heart attack, or heartsick?
I’ve done some of my best work when not exactly tarp as a shack. Perfectionism and high minded ideals have their uses, at some points in the process, but at other points they’re not as useful as they are pretty.
Imagine being a leader who is doing their best work, work which helps others to succeed. Others are happy with their success, but what about you? Pushing others to recognize you as a source of their success requires that they don’t credit their own abilities as strongly. Why would someone trust a leader who is not firmly behind the success of others?
Groovinando to the mondo job of learning a new language involves a lot of use-it-or-lose-it practice, and, let’s face it, there are few things as frustrating, funny and potentially productive as scholastic alpha dogs practicing sub beta conversation skills on each other.
Leave your theory, as Joseph his coat in the hand of the harlot, and flee.
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to…
Later on I sat and grinned at my 49 year old ankles, almost crooning at them about their lucky existence in my lucky little world. I didn’t have any more or less than I’d had a few hours earlier, but I did see what I have in a brighter light.
I paused, enjoying the sound of children’s laughter floating through the trees, and these words came to me: hope is the wild ride between peace and fear.
The sensation was as if an angel had laid a hand on my heart.
All that Shakespeare says of the king, yonder slip of a boy that reads in the corner feels to be true of himself. We sympathize in the great moments of history, in the great discoveries, the great resistances, the great prosperities of men; — because there law was enacted, the sea was…
Next to things of necessity, the rule for a gift, which one of my friends prescribed, is, that we might convey to some person that which properly belonged to his character, and was easily associated with him in thought…
