Category Archives: 2017

THE GEM DEC 31 2017 : Move beyond the fiery screen,  Between the seen and the unseen; Shed your anger and your fear,  Live anew in a new year!” –   Lore of the Door  

You’re beautiful, but you’re empty…One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass, since she’s the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.”

Antoine de Saint-ExupéryThe Little Prince

Source: Move beyond the fiery screen,  Between the seen and the unseen; Shed your anger and your fear,  Live anew in a new year!” –   Lore of the Door  

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DECEMBER 30 2017 : “To birth, to death, and that wondrous thing in between. And to auld lang syne.”

“When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, “What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?”
“They are the days of a long time ago, Laura,” Pa said. “Go to sleep, now.”
But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa’s fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods,…
She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.”

Laura Ingalls Wilder

Source: DECEMBER 30 2012 : “To birth, to death, and that wondrous thing in between. And to auld lang syne.”

DECEMBER 29 2017 : “She remembered him smiling, and realized that time, that great old healer, had finally accomplished its work, and now, across the years, the face of love no longer stirred up agonies of grief and bitterness. Rather, one was left feeling simply grateful. For how unimaginably empty the past would be without him to remember.”

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Rosamunde Pilcher, The Shell Seekers

“A person cannot coast along in old destructive habits year after year and accept whatever comes along. A person must stand up on her own two legs and walk. Get off the bus and go get on another. Climb out of the ditch and cross the road. Find the road that s where you want to go. … The only sermon that counts is the one that is formed by our actions. She would quit drinking and thereby show Kyle life is what you make it. A person can grab hold of her life and change things for the better. This happens all the time. We are not chips of wood drifting down the stream of time. We have oars.”

Garrison Keillor, Pontoon: A Novel of Lake Wobegon

Source: DECEMBER 29 2012 : “She remembered him smiling, and realized that time, that great old healer, had finally accomplished its work, and now, across the years, the face of love no longer stirred up agonies of grief and bitterness. Rather, one was left feeling simply grateful. For how unimaginably empty the past would be without him to remember.”

DECEMBER 28 2017 : “What has that to do with the price of peas in Persepolis?” Tamora Pierce

“Sometimes
when you are trying
not to think about something
it keeps popping back in your head
you can’t help it
you think about it
and
think about it
and
think about it
until your brain
feels like
a squashed pea.”

Sharon Creech, Love That Dog

Source: DECEMBER 28 2012 : “What has that to do with the price of peas in Persepolis?” Tamora Pierce

27 DEC 2017 : Children are not things to be moulded, but are people to be unfolded.” Jess Lair

“Many things we need can wait, the child cannot… To him we cannot say tomorrow, his name is today.  Our time is now, we cannot wait.” PROFESSOR FIONA, STANLEY – quoting Nobe…

Source: Children are not things to be moulded, but are people to be unfolded.” Jess Lair

XMAS DAY 2017 : Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart. Washington Irving

A Politically Correct Christmas Poem Twas the night before Christmas and Santa’s a wreck… How to live in a world that’s politically correct? His workers no longer would ans…

Source: Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart. Washington Irving