What I Like…

Ordinary Days

Posted on Mar 9, 2011 in What I Like... | 0 comments

My days have settled into an ordinary routine now that Tony has returned to work.... and mostly they are good days.  I was concerned about this cause prior to Tony's surgery I was pretty down and depressed... bored, nothing seemed to spark even a few minutes of joy,  overly anxious when Mama was "down"... always trying to make her "happy" and feeling mentally worn out at the end of the day.  I didn't want to return to that way of feeling. I was extremely busy right after Tony's surgery... no time to think about being depressed.  I liked being that busy and it dawned on me that one thing I can do to take care of myself is to  keep myself occupied.  This plan has worked out pretty good. I've enrolled in a class at the community college.  It's nice to get out,  to learn about a subject that is so relevant and interesting.  And it's nice that I'm auditing the class so there is no stress/pressure about taking tests. Read More

Books and Movies that have I have enjoyed:

Posted on Mar 18, 2010 in What I Like... | 0 comments

The Dead... by James Joyce..... watched the movie but need to go back and read the short story. Read More

Favorite Quotes and Poems

Posted on Jan 4, 2010 in Journal, What I Like... | 0 comments

And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean, and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man,
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.From Lines Written A Few Miles Above the Tintern Abbey...... William Wordsworth
                "It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness.  We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace." — Chuck Palahniuk (Diary)     "Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul."  Edward Abbey "What happiness lacks in length, it makes up for in height"  Robert Frost I shall be coming back to you From seas, rivers, sunny meadows, Glens that hold secrets: I shall come back with my hands full Of light and flowers.... I shall bring back things I have picked up, Traveling this road or the other, Things found by the sea or in the pinewood. There will be a pine-cone in my pocket, Grains of pink sand between my fingers. I shall tell you of a golden pheasant’s Feather.... Will you know me? Hilda Conkling, Age 10, 1922 ***** Hope   Emily Dickinson   Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. ***** On Happiness People always say you have to make yourself happy.  What goes into that?  How does onemake oneself happy" Short, easy description of a long, difficult process:  Figure out the things that make you feel confident/fulfilled/energized; that give you a sense of purpose or accomplishment; that tap into your natural abilities and strengths; and that don't put you at the mercy of any one person, and orient your life around those. Often, this requires the separate step -- concurrently or as a precursor -- of reducing the role in your life of things that make you feel worthless/empty/exhausted; that don't excite you; that require skills that don't come naturally; that feel like a waste of time; or that put you routinely at the mercy of others."  Advice Column ***** There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more. ~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage   Read More

A Psalm of Life… a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Posted on May 20, 2007 in Journal, What I Like... | 0 comments

A Psalm Of Life

Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, - act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sand of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solenm main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. Read More