January 2012
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Etta James
Debated that Etta James has passed away. Thankful that she left us with the greatest love song of all time. “I found a dream that I could speak to A dream that I can call my own I found a thrill to rest my cheek to A thrill that I have never known.”
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Care to what I plant
The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there? — the Buddha via Jack Kornfield
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Interviewed by Mashable →
I had fun being interviewed for a story on Mashable.com about using Facebook to bring history alive.
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"A smile makes you master of yourself"
“Breathing in, I calm my body Breathing out, I smile. Dwelling in the present moment I know this is a wonderful moment.” - Thich Naht Hanh
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"And go on drinking tea. "
From T.S Elliot’s ‘Portrait of a Lady’ Now that lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room And twists one in her fingers while she talks. “Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know What life is, you who hold it in your hands”; (Slowly twisting the lilac stalks) ‘You let it flow from you, you let it flow, And youth is cruel, and had no...
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Poem of the day
T.S. Elliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” Ending with We have lingered in the chambers of the sea. By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown. Till human voices wake us, and we drown. And earlier - There will be time, there will be time. To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet. It’s been quite a day. And Elliot’s poetry always...
Jan 7th
Yoga
Yoga does a soul good
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Transformative power of stretching
It is amazing, how utterly powerful simple stretching can be. For the body and mind.
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I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable...
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me...
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