work only on ways
work only on ways
ever onward let me go
ever onward let me go home
this world of lamentation
these buds of easy bloom
you don’t know where
but i’ll find my way
so let me go
i’ll leave a little light for you – if i can
wet ourselves at the sight of each other
For this is the great secret, which was known to all educated men in our day : that by what men think, we create the world around us, daily new.
Marion Zimmer Bradley stated about her book:
About the time I began work on the Morgan le Fay story that later became Mists, a religious search of many years culminated in my accepting ordination in one of the Gnostic Catholic churches as a priest. Since the appearance of the novel, many women have consulted me about this, feeling that the awareness of the Goddess has expanded their own religious consciousness, and ask me if it can be reconciled with Christianity. I do feel very strongly, not only that it can, but that it must… So when women today insist on speaking of Goddess rather than God, they are simply rejecting the old man with the white beard, who commanded the Hebrews to commit genocide on the Philistines and required his worshippers daily to thank God that He had not made them women… And, I suppose, a little, the purpose of the book was to express my dismay at the way in which religion lets itself become the slave of politics and the state. (Malory‘s problem … that God may not be on the side of the right, but that organized religion always professes itself to be on the side of the bigger guns.) … I think the neo-pagan movement offers a very viable alternative for people, especially for women, who have been turned off by the abuses of Judeo-Christian organized religions.
We are all going to die.
Every one we know or who has known us
I will die.
Then think on,
What is worth doing with every minute that is my life time?
Repeat as needed.
The road to hell ?
paved with uncounted blessings.
one of the benefits of growing up with a dad who was an out of print / second hand books seller – or as it was back in the pre computer days , a book scout; was that he would give me little gems that he thought were ” up my alley”. As a teenager i was given things like Henry miller, James Joyce, Tolkien, Tanith Lee, Anais Nin, etc. these days i am no teenager but i am well blessed with books.
currently i am re reading a beautiful book once given to me by my dad. Of course i no longer have the copy he gave me, one of us may have sold it years ago, or maybe it perished in my own great water in the storage space disaster of 2010 .any way I am reading Journal of a Solitude by May Sarton. She was a particularly beautiful gift to me from my father.
If any of you write or art or deal with solitude or depression in any way I would recommend her as boon companion. She seems fond of Jung and so my offerings here are her quotes from Joung :
” I have been pondering two passages from Jung. The first is a key to the dangers of sublimation : “One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious” The second is:
” Only the living presence of the eternal images can lend the human psyche a dignity that makes it morally possible for man to stand by his own soul, and be convinced that it is worthwhile to persevere with himself. Only then will he realize that the conflict is in him, that the discord and tribulation are his riches which should not be squandered by attacking others; and that if fate should exact a debt from him in the for of guilt, it is a debt to himself.” – from Journal of a solitude by May Sarton, W.W. Norton New York 1977, page110
so I got mine for .50 used paperback in keeping with my dads school of used book hunting techniques.
why not get your own?
imagine a world where people decide that they are worth persevering with themselves and that “riches… should not be squandered by attacking others!
November 11 was my 61st birthday. One of my birthday presents from Shelly and Morgan was a book called The Book of Joy. It was a weekend visit between His Holiness the Dali Lama and Archbishop Desmond Tutu as recorded by Douglas Abrams. It was marking the 80th birthday of His Holiness. I would like, as my own birthday gift to the world, to share a few lines. I can only speak for my self wen i say i found them profoundly helpful , not so much because of my feeling old but because it was just after the presidential elections in my homeland.
Anyway by way of background on the two men this from the front fly leaf of the book:
“Noble Peace Prize Laureates His Holiness the Dali Lama and Archbishop Desmond Tutu have survived more than fifty years of exile and the soul crushing violence of oppression. Despite their hardships – or, as they would say, because of them – they are two of the most joyful men on the planet.
In April 2015, Archbishop Tutu traveled to the Dali Lama’s home in Dharamsala, India, to celebrate His Holiness’s eightieth birthday and to create this book as a gift for others. They looked back on their long lives to answer a single burning question : how do we find joy in the face of life’s inevitable suffering? “
So I don’t get past their little introduction note before I found this gem. I share it here to hope it will bring you benefit and perhaps inspire you to look to our own self for the power of joy –
” No dark fate determines the future. We do. Each day and each moment, we are able to create and re-create our lives and the very quality of human life on our planet. This is the power we wield.”
and i would add it is not something some one can give you, or take away from you. it is something you can find within your self or loose by surrendering your self to others. these guys come from serious oppression and violence and yet they say there is a way to joy and it is up to each person to choose. how much easier should it be then for those of us who benefit from the abundance , security and freedoms in our Western cultures to be living a life of joy?
“Lasting Happiness cannot be found in pursuit of any goal or achievement. It does not reside in fortune or fame. It resides only in the human mind and heart, and it is here that we hope you will find it. “
through the book they speak of their own personal experiences, that of theistic and non- theistic as well as citing scientific research and analysis. there by truly making it a gift to the world.
The difficulty was not out pacing them, bumping into them.
drunken men are unpredictable
they could stop, slow or turn back for no reason at all.
Eventually they made a heap of themselves
Slurried, vomited, stupored.
A few still gurgling to finish the drink.
We waited until even the sentry was passed out.
From the wooded side of the road we came.
Me off her right weapon on full auto.
She started with the closest one.
Hand over his mouth knee against his spine
Ka-Bar deep across his throat.
One by one, adjusting for their position,
Holding each as if a lust embrace until the spasms stop.
needing to rest in the middle of hell work.
And me thanking whatever god there was left in this sad world for the effects of strong liquor.
She was exhausted but I was not allowed to help.
Expected instead to keep good eyes and ears
regarding those who still lived
and for any visitors.
Once had pride, dignity, heart.
And those who suffer? Acknowledge them
if you can – touch, remember they are sisters daughter mothers they are our own” – Shirley
you know the only person who can stop you from being you is yourself.
civil rights, human rights – these have been constant struggles through out history.
there is only ever one choice – stand up or give up.
do what you can and do not condemn those who don’t do “more”.
if we all do what we can we will not fall to the oppressor.
right now by simply not surrendering, by not giving up,
you and I
we have begun.
The White Rose (German: die Weiße Rose) was a non-violent, intellectual resistance group in Nazi Germany led by a group of students and a professor at the University of Munich. The group conducted an anonymous leaflet and graffiti campaign which called for active opposition against the Nazi regime. Their activities started in Munich in June 1942, and ended with the arrest of the core group by the Gestapo in February 1943. They, as well as other members and supporters of the group who carried on distributing the pamphlets, faced unjust trials by the Nazi People’s Court (Volksgerichtshof), and many were sentenced to death or imprisonment.
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