“From our inbox, Saturday’s inspiring quote…” Calliope cleared her throat and read, “‘You build your mind, so make it into something you want to live with’… Marilynne Robinson. Hmmm… I have no idea who she is, but I really appreciate the reminder in what she said.”
"Beauty innnnn, Beauuuuuuty out!" Thalia is a wise soul, as is typist. I was pondering this morning on the power of our thoughts. Marilynne Robinson says it well. Sometimes we forget how much power we have to control them. We are the architects and engineers of our mind. That is a beautiful thing, isn't it?
Thank you for your friendship. Thank you for always giving me a different view of things. Thank you for inspiring me each day to show up with gratitude and grace. You are my teacher of leading by example.
This entire thread has me thinking about how powerful words can be when assembled in a logical and creative order...
The other quote shared by Typist:
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” ~Emily Dickinson
What does Hope look like for you?
What’s perched in your soul?
Wayne Dyer once said that when you squeeze an orange 🍊 the only thing that can possibly come out is orange juice, not because it’s an orange, but because that’s what’s inside...
When life squeezes us, and it does squeeze, the only thing that can come out is what’s inside... What’s perched inside?
Speaking of beautifully assembled words...
Here’s an example from a brilliant young poet!
"The Ode We Owe" -Amanda Gorman
How can I ask you to do good,
When we've barely withstood
Our greatest threats yet:
The depths of death, despair and disparity,
Atrocities across cities, towns & countries,
Lives lost, climactic costs.
Exhausted, angered, we are endangered,
Not because of our numbers,
But because of our numbness. We're strangers
To one another's perils and pain,
Unaware that the welfare of the public
And the planet share a name–
–Equality
Doesn't mean being the exact same,
But enacting a vast aim:
The good of the world to its highest capability.
The wise believe that our people without power
Leaves our planet without possibility.
Therefore, though poverty is a poor existence,
Complicity is a poorer excuse.
We must go the distance,
Though this battle is hard and huge,
Though this fight we did not choose,
For preserving the earth isn't a battle too large
To win, but a blessing too large to lose.
This is the most pressing truth:
That our people have only one planet to call home
And our planet has only one people to call its own.
We can either divide and be conquered by the few,
Or we can decide to conquer the future,
And say that today a new dawn we wrote,
Say that as long as we have humanity,
We will forever have hope.
Together, we won't just be the generation
That tries but the generation that triumphs;
Let us see a legacy
Where tomorrow is not driven
By the human condition,
But by our human conviction.
And while hope alone can't save us now,
With it we can brave the now,
Because our hardest change hinges
On our darkest challenges.
Thus may our crisis be our cry, our crossroad,
The oldest ode we owe each other.
We chime it, for the climate,
For our communities.
We shall respect and protect
Every part of this planet,
Hand it to every heart on this earth,
Until no one's worth is rendered
By the race, gender, class, or identity
They were born. This morn let it be sworn
That we are one one human kin,
Grounded not just by the griefs
We bear, but by the good we begin.
To anyone out there:
I only ask that you care before it's too late,
That you live aware and awake,
That you lead with love in hours of hate.
I challenge you to heed this call,
I dare you to shape our fate.
Above all, I dare you to do good
So that the world might be great.
Amanda shared her latest poem at U.N. General Assembly in NYC, and it's an invitation to move and live differently.
"Beauty innnnn, Beauuuuuuty out!" Thalia is a wise soul, as is typist. I was pondering this morning on the power of our thoughts. Marilynne Robinson says it well. Sometimes we forget how much power we have to control them. We are the architects and engineers of our mind. That is a beautiful thing, isn't it?
Thank you for your friendship. Thank you for always giving me a different view of things. Thank you for inspiring me each day to show up with gratitude and grace. You are my teacher of leading by example.
With social media I find it easy to show up just expecting chatter. I’ve already found some earlier this morning.
Here with 3mm I found inspiration and encouragement! We can choose which wolf to feed. 🙏🏽
T-shirt: “JUSTICE IS BEST SERVED COLD. If warm, it becomes justwater.” 😁
I LOVE the bird sketch! You have nailed the art of drawing feathers by drawing strokes that look nothing like feathers.
Now I know what's wrong with my mind! LOL
Update: I watched David Freeman’s video and saw the author’s identification with his story. Next I read Billie Short’s piece on “Decorating Funk...”.
My first reply easily subsumed these two additional works. 🙏🏽🙏🏽
This entire thread has me thinking about how powerful words can be when assembled in a logical and creative order...
The other quote shared by Typist:
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” ~Emily Dickinson
What does Hope look like for you?
What’s perched in your soul?
Wayne Dyer once said that when you squeeze an orange 🍊 the only thing that can possibly come out is orange juice, not because it’s an orange, but because that’s what’s inside...
When life squeezes us, and it does squeeze, the only thing that can come out is what’s inside... What’s perched inside?
Speaking of beautifully assembled words...
Here’s an example from a brilliant young poet!
"The Ode We Owe" -Amanda Gorman
How can I ask you to do good,
When we've barely withstood
Our greatest threats yet:
The depths of death, despair and disparity,
Atrocities across cities, towns & countries,
Lives lost, climactic costs.
Exhausted, angered, we are endangered,
Not because of our numbers,
But because of our numbness. We're strangers
To one another's perils and pain,
Unaware that the welfare of the public
And the planet share a name–
–Equality
Doesn't mean being the exact same,
But enacting a vast aim:
The good of the world to its highest capability.
The wise believe that our people without power
Leaves our planet without possibility.
Therefore, though poverty is a poor existence,
Complicity is a poorer excuse.
We must go the distance,
Though this battle is hard and huge,
Though this fight we did not choose,
For preserving the earth isn't a battle too large
To win, but a blessing too large to lose.
This is the most pressing truth:
That our people have only one planet to call home
And our planet has only one people to call its own.
We can either divide and be conquered by the few,
Or we can decide to conquer the future,
And say that today a new dawn we wrote,
Say that as long as we have humanity,
We will forever have hope.
Together, we won't just be the generation
That tries but the generation that triumphs;
Let us see a legacy
Where tomorrow is not driven
By the human condition,
But by our human conviction.
And while hope alone can't save us now,
With it we can brave the now,
Because our hardest change hinges
On our darkest challenges.
Thus may our crisis be our cry, our crossroad,
The oldest ode we owe each other.
We chime it, for the climate,
For our communities.
We shall respect and protect
Every part of this planet,
Hand it to every heart on this earth,
Until no one's worth is rendered
By the race, gender, class, or identity
They were born. This morn let it be sworn
That we are one one human kin,
Grounded not just by the griefs
We bear, but by the good we begin.
To anyone out there:
I only ask that you care before it's too late,
That you live aware and awake,
That you lead with love in hours of hate.
I challenge you to heed this call,
I dare you to shape our fate.
Above all, I dare you to do good
So that the world might be great.
Amanda shared her latest poem at U.N. General Assembly in NYC, and it's an invitation to move and live differently.
Credit to Michael O’Brien from PauseBreatheReflect.com for the “Poetry” assist!
Steal like an Artist! Steal responsibly! Make it better! Give credit where do!
Credit to Austin Kleon @ AustinKleon.com
I’m inspired! HBU?