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Words For The Weekend (Dear Sobriety…), Volume 39

This is the latest installment of quotes and words that move me for the weekend of 6/15/13 (Volume 39). I hope you enjoy them too.

I’m currently on a “summer / marathon training” schedule, so Words For The Weekend may not be posted on an as-regular basis. Feel free to visit the Weekend Words’ Archive during the interim if you need a music, quote or poetry fix. Have a wonderful weekend! 

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“My hands are shaking
But I can still pour the mistake that I’m making
And I’ll pour one more
It runs in my family, it runs in my blood
And just like my daddy, I can’t get enough
Every last drop I say is the last
Then I drive to the store and I fill up my glass

Dear Sobriety
Please come back to me…
I need you desperately
Dear Sobriety”

~ “Dear Sobriety” performed by Pistol Annies. Available on “Annie Up.”  Video HERE

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Alternate song: “Beautiful World” performed by Colin Hay on album “Going Somewhere,” video link HERE. (Originally shared in: “Perhaps This As Good As It Gets“)

“And still this emptiness persists
Perhaps this is as good as it gets
When you’ve given up the drink and those nasty cigarettes
Now I leave the party early at least with no regrets
I watch the sun as it comes up I watch it as it sets
Yeah this is as good as it gets”
 

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“There’a a phrase, “the elephant in the living room”, which purports to describe what it’s like to live with a drug addict, an alcoholic, an abuser. People outside such relationships will sometimes ask, “How could you let such a business go on for so many years? Didn’t you see the elephant in the living room?” And it’s so hard for anyone living in a more normal situation to understand the answer that comes closest to the truth; “I’m sorry, but it was there when I moved in. I didn’t know it was an elephant; I thought it was part of the furniture.” There comes an aha-moment for some folks – the lucky ones – when they suddenly recognize the difference.” ― Stephen King

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“Alcohol ruined me financially and morally, broke my heart and the hearts of too many others. Even though it did this to me and it almost killed me and I haven’t touched a drop of it in seventeen years, sometimes I wonder if I could get away with drinking some now. I totally subscribe to the notion that alcoholism is a mental illness because thinking like that is clearly insane.” ― Craig Ferguson, American on Purpose: The Improbable Adventures of an Unlikely Patriot

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“I think the warning labels on alcoholic beverages are too bland. They should be more vivid. Here is one I would suggest: “Alcohol will turn you into the same asshole your father was.” ― George Carlin, When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?

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“It’s like when my doctor told me the story of these two brothers whose dad was a bad alcoholic. One brother grew up to be a successful carpenter and never drank. The other brother ended up being a drinker as bad as his dad was. When they asked the first brother why he didn’t drink, he said that after he saw what it did to his father, he could never bring himself to even try it. When they asked the other brother, he said that he guessed he learned how to drink on his father’s knee. So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.” ― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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“There’s not alcoholic in the world who wants to be told what to do. Alcoholics are sometimes described as egomaniacs with inferiority complexes. Or, to be cruder, a piece of shit that the universe revolves around …

There’s a peculiar thing that happens every time you get clean. You go through this sensation of rebirth. There’s something intoxicating about the process of the comeback, and that becomes an element in the whole cycle of addiction. Once you’ve beaten yourself down with cocaine and heroin, and you manage to stop and walk out of the muck you begin to get your mind and body strong and reconnect with your spirit. The oppressive feeling of being a slave to the drugs is still in your mind, so by comparison, you feel phenomenal. You’re happy to be alive, smelling the air and seeing the beauty around you…You have a choice of what to do. So you experience this jolt of joy that you’re not where you came from and that in and of itself is a tricky thing to stop doing. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know that every time you get clean, you’ll have this great new feeling.

Cut to: a year later, when you’ve forgotten how bad it was and you don’t have that pink-cloud sensation of being newly sober. When I look back, I see why these vicious cycles can develop in someone who’s been sober for a long time and then relapses and doesn’t want to stay out there using, doesn’t want to die, but isn’t taking the full measure to get well again. There’s a concept in recovery that says ‘Half-measures avail us nothing.’ When you have a disease, you can’t take half the process of getting well and think you’re going to get half well; you do half the process of getting well, you’re not going to get well at all, and you’ll go back to where you came from. Without a thorough transformation, you’re the same guy, and the same guy does the same shit. I kept half-measuring it, thinking I was going to at least get something out of this deal, and I kept getting nothing out of it …

The good news is that by the second year, those cravings were about as half as frequent, and by the third year, half as much again. I’m still a little bent, a little crooked, but all things crooked, I can’t complain. After all those years of all kinds of abuse and crashing into trees at eighty miles an hour and jumping off buildings and living through overdoses and liver disease, I feel better now than I did ten years ago. I might have some scar tissue, but that’s alright, I’m still making progress. ” ― Anthony Kiedis, Scar Tissue

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“I sit there and think how it isn’t fair that I can’t drink at all, even a little. I realize I have crammed an entire lifetime of moderate drinking into a decade of hard-core drinking and that is why. I blew my wad.” ― Augusten Burroughs, Dry

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“Hitch: making rules about drinking can be the sign of an alcoholic,’ as Martin Amis once teasingly said to me. (Adorno would have savored that, as well.) Of course, watching the clock for the start-time is probably a bad sign, but here are some simple pieces of advice for the young. Don’t drink on an empty stomach: the main point of the refreshment is the enhancement of food. Don’t drink if you have the blues: it’s a junk cure. Drink when you are in a good mood. Cheap booze is a false economy. It’s not true that you shouldn’t drink alone: these can be the happiest glasses you ever drain. Hangovers are another bad sign, and you should not expect to be believed if you take refuge in saying you can’t properly remember last night. (If you really don’t remember, that’s an even worse sign.) Avoid all narcotics: these make you more boring rather than less and are not designed—as are the grape and the grain—to enliven company. Be careful about up-grading too far to single malt Scotch: when you are voyaging in rough countries it won’t be easily available. Never even think about driving a car if you have taken a drop. It’s much worse to see a woman drunk than a man: I don’t know quite why this is true but it just is. Don’t ever be responsible for it.” ― Christopher Hitchens, Hitch-22: A Memoir

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“I felt empty and sad for years, and for a long, long time, alcohol worked. I’d drink, and all the sadness would go away. Not only did the sadness go away, but I was fantastic. I was beautiful, funny, I had a great figure, and I could do math. But at some point, the booze stopped working. That’s when drinking started sucking. Every time I drank, I could feel pieces of me leaving. I continued to drink until there was nothing left. Just emptiness.” ― Dina Kucera, Everything I Never Wanted to Be

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“We’re all searching for something to fill up what I like to call that big, God-shaped hole in our souls. Some people use alcohol, or sex, or their children, or food, or money, or music, or heroin. A lot of people even use the concept of God itself. I could go on and on. I used to know a girl who used shoes. She had over two-hundred pairs. But it’s all the same thing, really. People, for some stupid reason, think they can escape their sorrows.” ― Tiffanie DeBartolo, God-Shaped Hole

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“A lot of people feel like they’re victims in life, and they’ll often point to past events, perhaps growing up with an abusive parent or in a dysfunctional family. Most psychologists believe that about 85 percent of families are dysfunctional, so all of a sudden you’re not so unique. My parents were alcoholics. My dad abused me. My mother divorced him when I was six… I mean, that’s almost everybody’s story in some form or not. The real question is,what are you going to do now? What do you choose now? Because you can either keep focusing on that, or you can focus on what you want. And when people start focusing on what they want, what they don’t want falls away, and what they want expands, and the other part disappears. (Jack Canfield)” ― Rhonda Byrne, The Secret

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Club Soda Nights — by Clinton B. Campbell

It’s usually at a party
when I’m holding a watered
down club soda, someone will
politely ask, “How you doin?”
or “What’s up?” The smell
of his gin is a bad memory,
tinkling ice cubes cut
into my spine and I blurt out,
“I’ve been sober 14 years.”

It stops meaningful conversation,
the party goers sail
a wide berth around me.
They hide their doubles
in plant stands, get nervous
as if I said I was contagious
and could infect their children.

They look at me as the kind
who drive old cars pasted
with new bumper stickers,
the slick cliché’s boasting,
“One day at a time”
or “Easy does it.”

My wife sees this,
makes a gesture to leave.
She starts with her best friend
tell her, tomorrow is an early day,
promises the hostess she will
call soon, chat, but she won’t.

We drive away in silence.
It’s times like these
I miss the old days, I want to
put the lamp shade back on my head,
do the bump and grind with
the blonde from the steno pool
and call in tomorrow, sick for a week.

She takes my hand, asks if I’m OK,
and we take the long way home.

 “Club Soda Nights” by Clinton B. Campbell, from After Shocks, The Poetry of Recovery

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Bonus song: “One Day at a Time” by Joe Walsh, from album “Analog ManVIDEO. (Lyrics)

Via Joe’s YouTube Channel: “This song is about my path out of the darkness of drug addiction and alcoholism. The message is that there is a way out and a new life waiting in recovery that is good. The first step is to ask for help… I’m doing this because if it helps 1 person – it was worth it. It’s by giving back that we receive and I am eternally grateful for my sobriety and my life today.” ~ Joe Walsh

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Words For The Weekend (aching for the gentle light), Volume 19r (repost)

Hi everyone! I’m in the midst of a short break doing some traveling and enjoying the sunny skies, so I’m reposting another of my favorite weekend posts from last November (original post HERE). Enjoy and I’ll catch up with you all soon! Love, Christy

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This is the latest installment of quotes and words that move me for the weekend of 11/24/12 (Volume 19). I hope you enjoy them too.

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“I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you said
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I’ll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.”

~ Death Cab for Cutie, “Marching Bands of Manhattan”, on album “Plans“, video link HERE.

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Alternate Song: “Shimmer” by Shawn Mullins, on album “Essential Shawn Mullins“, video link HERE.

“I want to shimmer
And want to shine
I want to radiate
I want to live
I want to love
I want to try and learn now not to hate…”

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“Just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to his picture, so I need an inner light, which I feel I never have enough of in the autumn.” ~ Leo Tolstoy

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“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” ~ Plato

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“I’m sorry, Gemma. But we can’t live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you.” ~ Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty

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“All right I think we’ve been down here in the dark long enough. There’s a whole other world upstairs. Take my hand Constant Reader and I’ll be happy to lead you back into the sunshine. I’m happy to go there because I believe most people are essentially good. I know that I am. It’s you I’m not entirely sure of.” ~ Stephen King, Full Dark, No Stars

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“It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it.” ~ Arthur Conan Doyle

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“In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others.” ~ Brennan Manning, Abba’s Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging

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“Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.” ~ Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux

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“Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy- the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.” ~ Brené Brown (this quote was the very first quote I shared in what was to become our “Words for the Weekend” series. In the same post (Volume I HERE), I also shared the next quote–one of my all time favorites.)

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“You can accept or reject the way you are treated by other people, but until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex, but eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories, and make peace with them.” ~ Iyanla Vanzant

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A Vote For the Gentle Light – Charles Bukowski

a vote for the gentle light
burned senseless by other people’s constant
depression,
I pull the curtains apart,
aching for the gentle light.
it’s there, it’s there
somewhere,
I’m sure.

oh, the faces of depression, expressions
pulled down into the gluey dark.
the bitter small sour mouths,
the self-pity, the self-justification is
too much, all too much.
the faces in shadow,
deep creases of gloom.

there’s no courage there, just the desire to
possess something––admiration, fame, lovers,
money, any damn thing
so long as it comes easy.
so long as they don’t have to do
what’s necessary.
and when they don’t succeed they
become embittered,
ugly,
they imagine that they have
been slighted, cheated,
demeaned.

then they concentrate upon their
unhappiness, their last
refuge.
and they’re good at that,
they are very good at that.
they have so much unhappiness
they insist upon your sharing it
too.

they bathe and splash in their
unhappiness,
they splash it upon you.

it’s all they have.
it’s all they want.
it’s all they can be.

you must refuse to join them.
you must remain yourself.
you must open the curtains
or the blinds
or the windows
to the gentle light.
to joy.
it’s there in life
and even in death
it can be
there.

“A Vote For the Gentle Light” by Charles Bukowski from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire (Available on Amazon HERE) published by Black Sparrow Press.

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Words For The Weekend (Breathe, Anne Lamott and The Vigil) Volume XIIIr (repost)

Hi everyone! I’m taking a short break to do some traveling and enjoy the sunny skies, so I’m reposting one of my favorite weekend posts from last October (original post HERE). Enjoy and I’ll catch up with you all soon! Love, Christy

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This is the latest installment of quotes and words that move me for the weekend of 10/13/12 (Volume XIII). I hope you enjoy them too.

* For a little twist this week, all quotes are from Anne Lamott. Her quotes inspired the selection of this week’s song and poem as well. Anne’s work is available on Amazon HERE.

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Cause you can’t jump the track
We’re like cars on a cable
And life’s like an hourglass glued to the table,
No one can find the rewind button boys so cradle your head in your hands
And breathe, just breathe, whoa breathe just breathe

2Am and I’m still awake writing this song
If I get it all down on paper it’s no longer inside of me threaten’ the life it belongs to.
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary screamin’ out aloud
And I know that you’ll use them however you want to…

~ Anna Nalick, “Breathe (2AM)” (lyrics), from album “Wreck of the Day

Alternate Song: “Breathe In Breathe Out” by Mat Kearney:

“Breathe in, breathe out, Move on and break down, If everyone goes away I will stay. We push and pull, And I fall down sometimes, I’m not letting go, You hold the other line. Cause there is a light in your eyes, in your eyes…”

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“Left foot, right foot, left foot, breathe,” he said. “Right foot, left foot, right foot, breathe.” ~ Anne Lamott in Salon, April 25, 2003

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Source: Pinterest.com

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Clutter and mess show us that life is being lived…Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation… Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist’s true friend. What people somehow forgot to mention when we were children was that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here. ~ Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life

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Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life, and it is the main obstacle between you and a shitty first draft. I think perfectionism is based on the obsessive belief that if you run carefully enough, hitting each stepping-stone just right, you won’t have to die. The truth is that you will die anyway and that a lot of people who aren’t even looking at their feet are going to do a whole lot better than you, and have a lot more fun while they’re doing it. ~ Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life

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Your problem is how you are going to spend this one and precious life you have been issued. Whether you’re going to spend it trying to look good and creating the illusion that you have power over circumstances, or whether you are going to taste it, enjoy it and find out the truth about who you are. ~ Anne Lamott

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Source: Pinterest.com

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Joy is the best make-up. ~ Anne Lamott

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Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: You don’t give up… Faith includes noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns. ~ Anne Lamott

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Here are the two best prayers I know: Help me, help me, help me and Thank you, thank you, thank you. ~ Anne Lamott

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Source: Oprah.com

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Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It’s like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can’t stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship. ~ Anne Lamott

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If you are writing the clearest, truest words you can find and doing the best you can to understand and communicate, this will shine on paper like its own little lighthouse. Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining. ~ Anne Lamott

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VIGIL by Dennis O’Driscoll

Life is too short to sleep through.
Stay up late, wait until the sea of traffic ebbs,
until noise has drained from the world
like blood from the cheeks of the full moon.
Everyone else around you has succumbed:
they lie like tranquillised pets on a vet’s table;
they languish on hospital trolleys and friends’ couches,
on iron beds in hostels for the homeless,
under feather duvets at tourist B&Bs.
The radio, devoid of listeners to confide in,
turns repetitious. You are your own voice-over.
You are alone in the bone-weary tower
of your bleary-eyed, blinking lighthouse,
watching the spillage of tide on the shingle inlet.
You are the single-minded one who hears
time shaking from the clock’s fingertips
like drops, who watches its hands
chop years into diced seconds,
who knows that when the church bell
tolls at 2 or 3 it tolls unmistakably for you.
You are the sole hand on deck when
temperatures plummet and the hull
of an iceberg is jostling for prominence.
Your confidential number is the life-line
where the sedated long-distance voices
of despair hold out muzzily for an answer.
You are the emergency services’ driver
ready to dive into action at the first
warning signs of birth or death.
You spot the crack in night’s façade
even before the red-eyed businessman
on look-out from his transatlantic seat.
You are the only reliable witness to when
the light is separated from the darkness,
who has learned to see the dark in its true
colours, who has not squandered your life.

“Vigil” by Dennis O’Driscoll, from “New and Selected Poems” © Anvil Press Poetry (Visit Poetry Daily for the well-written essay “The Future of Irish Poetry?” which includes more of O’Driscoll’s work and thoughtful analysis on current Irish poets.)
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Words For The Weekend (Bones in your closet, Into the clear-headed day), Volume 35

This is the latest installment of quotes and words that move me for the weekend of 5/4/13 (Volume 35). I hope you enjoy them too.

This is a continuation of last week’s ”demons” theme. I promise something cheerier next time; if you have a theme idea or request, let me know in the comments. 

Happy two years of sobriety, today May 4, to Paul at Message in a Bottle! Paul is beloved by so many of us “sober bloggers”, and I’m excited to share one of his posts on Monday.

Good luck to Nicole Marie at runbartenderRUN (and Words and Other Things) who runs her first marathon tomorrow, May 5! Run Nicole, run! <3

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“You’ve got bones in your closet
You’ve got ghosts in your town
Ain’t no doubt, yeah, they’re gonna come out
They’re waiting for the sun to go down
You can’t hide from your demons
Feel ‘em all lurkin’ around
You’re runnin’ scared ’cause you know they’re out there
They’re waiting for the sun to go down”

~ “Bones” performed by Little Big Town. Available on “The Road to Here”  Video HERE

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Alternate song: “Demons” performed by The National on upcoming album “Trouble Will Find Me,” video link HERE. New album releases May 21.

“Passing buzzards in the sky,
Alligators in the sewers.
I don’t even wonder why,
Hide among the under views.
Huddle with them all night long,
The worried talk to god goes on.
I sincerely tried to love it,
Wish that I could rise above it.
But I stay down,
With my demons.
I stay down,
With my demons.”

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“Be careful when you cast out your demons that you don’t throw away the best of yourself.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

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 “I suddenly realized. The zebra. It is not something outside of us. The zebra is something inside of us. Our fears. Our own self-destructive nature. The zebra is the worst part of us when we are face-to-face with our worst times. The demon is us!” ~ Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

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“But there’s nothing to be done about it. All I can do is put in time waiting for the inevitable, observing as the ghosts of my past rattle around my vacuous present. They crash and bang and make themselves at home, mostly because there’s no competition. I’ve stopped fighting them. They’re crashing and banging around in there now. Make yourselves at home, boys. Stay awhile. Oh, sorry—I see you already have. Damn ghosts.” ~ Sara Gruen, Water For Elephants

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“Ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.” ~ Sue Grafton, M Is for Malice

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“But she had known, better than anyone else, what demons he had faced, had known how hard he had fought to free himself from them. That he had lost the fight in the end made the struggle no less honorable.” ~ Donna Woolfolk Cross, Pope Joan

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“He therefore turned to mankind only with regret. His cathedral was enough for him. It was peopled with marble figures of kings, saints and bishops who at least did not laugh in his face and looked at him with only tranquillity and benevolence. The other statues, those of monsters and demons, had no hatred for him – he resembled them too closely for that. It was rather the rest of mankind that they jeered at. The saints were his friends and blessed him; the monsters were his friends and kept watch over him. He would sometimes spend whole hours crouched before one of the statues in solitary conversation with it. If anyone came upon him then he would run away like a lover surprised during a serenade.” ~ Victor HugoThe Hunchback of Notre-Dame

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“But if you can confront your inner demons—”

“I did confront my inner demon. I punched him in the face and he exploded.”

Valkyrie had to laugh. “But now he’s back.”

“Of course he’s back. He’s resourceful. He is my inner demon, after all.”
Derek Landy, Death Bringer (Skulduggery Pleasant, #6)

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“There was once a lady who was arrogant and proud. Determined to attain enlightenment, she asked all the authorities how to go about it. She was told, “Well, if you climb to the top of this very high mountain, you’ll find a cave there. Sitting inside that cave is a wise old woman. She will tell you.” Having endured great hardships, the lady finally found this cave. Sure enough, sitting there was a gentle spiritual-looking old woman in white clothing, who smiled beatifically. Overcome with awe and respect, the lady prostrated at the feet of this woman and said, “I want to attain enlightenment. Show me how.” This wise woman looked at her and asked sweetly, “Are you sure you want to attain enlightenment?” And the woman said, “Of course I’m sure.” Whereupon the smiling woman turned into a demon, stood up brandishing a great big stick, and started chasing her, saying, “Now! Now! Now!” For the rest of her life, that lady could never get away from the demon who was always saying, Now! Now–that’s the key. Mindfulness trains us to be awake and alive, fully curious, about now.” ~ Pema ChödrönComfortable with Uncertainty: 108 Teachings on Cultivating Fearlessness and Compassion

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“But you can’t get to any of these truths by sitting in a field smiling beatifically, avoiding your anger and damage and grief. Your anger and damage and grief are the way to the truth. We don’t have much truth to express unless we have gone into those rooms and closets and woods and abysses that we were told not go in to. When we have gone in and looked around for a long while, just breathing and finally taking it in – then we will be able to speak in our own voice and to stay in the present moment. And that moment is home.”  ~ Anne Lamott

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The Straight and Narrow by Iain Haley Pollock

Near the house that spills banjo music,
the one guarded by a porch stacked

with encyclopedias, ripped out car seats
and outmoded computer screens,

a smell like death stops me. A smell
of slow rot. Across the street, an old man

is mowing his lawn for the last time
before winter, but it isn’t the mix

of gasoline and cut grass I smell.
Searching the road for a mashed squirrel

or a drain seeping sewage onto the asphalt,
I find nothing. Nothing at the shotgun house

next door, where the former plot of sickly cabbage
has been uprooted and the soil turned over.

As church bells begin to call out the hour,
competing witht the mower’s whine, a man–

tattooed face and knit cap worn in all weather–
appears on the porce, wringing the neck of a Miller Lite

in the young morning. I pretend to watch
a stray cat lick a length of calico fur along its spine,

envying the man his public display of freedom, of pain.
A flurry of leaves flies off the overarching maples,

and he tips his bottle at me, then takes a short, sharp swig.
It would be easy to climb the steps and join him,

to spend the day there, trading trips to the fridge
and meandering stories, and some roseate part

of my mind urges my body toward this. That piece of me
remembers rollicking nights in open fields, slurred vows

of happiness, stumbling promises of love,
and cannot understand why we have cast off

such things. That piece–I have to remind it
of the rooms with no windows, of waking

in pools of my own anger and remorse.
I nod back at the man, and head for the corner,

arriving as the bus stops and exhales. My token
chimes into the collection box, and when I find a seat

next to a boy–crowned with headphones
and bopping to a faintly audible beat–the bus

banks away from the curb and into the clear-headed day.

“The Straight and Narrow” by Iain Haley Pollock, from After Shocks, The Poetry of Recovery

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Words For The Weekend (Monsters and Demons and Yoda, Oh My!), Volume 34

This is the latest installment of quotes and words that move me for the weekend of 4/27/13 (Volume 34). I hope you enjoy them too.

This collection takes a step off the beaten path and features, primarily, the work of other bloggers I respect and enjoy. It seems we all have our demons. So much so, I’ll be carrying the theme into next weekend. Thanks to bloggers: Kozo, Jaded, SageDoyleRisingWoman, and ByeByeBeer for allowing me to share their work. If you like what you see, please visit their blogs or leave ‘em some love in the comments. Have a great week everyone!

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“Sometimes they’re in a bottle,
Sometimes a pair of high-heel shoes,
Some come rolled in paper
Some have six strings and only play the blues
Once you’ve met the devil
There ain’t no way he’ll let you be
When I’m not chasing demons,
There’s demons chasing me

Skeletons in closets
Ghosts underneath the bed
They hide out in pictures
And words better left unsaid
They hang around like perfume
And haunt me like an ancient melody
When I’m not chasing demons,
There’s demons chasing me…”

~ “Demons” performed by Kenny Chesney. Available on “Just Who I Am: Poets & Pirates” Video HERE.

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Alternate song: “Diamonds” performed by Ben Howard with India Bourne from “Every Kingdom,” video link HERE. ((This live performance is BRILLIANT!))

“All I am is the bones you made for me
So garishly clean
White as the horses, they carry me away
No my demons, you said, come and go with a haze
Minds will too play
Grow old in my ways
Oh, just like you do.”

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“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

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… though I think I prefer Yoda’s quote, discovered via Kozo at Everyday Gurus in “Good Guys and Bad Guys–Teaching My Children About Peace” :

“When you look at the dark side, careful you must be… for the dark side looks back.” ~ Yoda, Dark Rendezvous

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~ Stephen King; image via Tumblr

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Sinking Deeper by Jaded

This first time
You beckon me with your open arm
You beckon me with your cunning charm
I see
I believe
I embrace you and succumb to your warmth
I float this first time.

This second time
You beckon me with your open arm
You beckon me with your cunning charm
I see
I believe
I embrace you and succumb to what I believe will be your warmth
Instead replaced by your icy grip
Against my will this time I sink
This second time.

This third time
You beckon be with your open arm
You beckon me with your cunning charm
I see
I want to believe
I tentatively embrace you
I once again succumb to your icy grip
Sink deeper yet again
This third time.

All other times
You beckon me with your open arm
You beckon me with your cunning charm
I no longer want to see
I no longer believe
Yet I still embrace you
I still succumb to your icy grip
I sink deeper and deeper.

~ “Sinking Deeper” by Jaded. Jaded blogs at Stuphblog as 1Jaded1.

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“It is the voices now that keep him company, realizing he is needing a presence, another body, an energy other than his own being.  His loneliness becomes an emotional cyclone sometimes, as if it is the loneliness accumulated throughout his lifetime he felt in one single moment.  The cyclone becomes a device the voices use, telling him to do unnatural things or dictating deeper scenarios than what are evident, yet he ignores them, the best he can.  He is able to pretend that they are demons in his castle, the evil spirits who try to destroy the sorcerer, and his magic is too powerful to be disturbed by this opposition.  He must conquer these demons, after all, the fate of the entire kingdom is in his hands.” ~ from SageDoyle’s post “Inner Demons” via his blog SageDoyle. (Thank you Sage for sharing your novel excerpt expressly for this post!)

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“It means that I have thrown the window wide open, and let the sunlight in to the deepest, dankest, darkest corner of my life. I now know that the expression, ‘Demons turn to stone when exposed to the light’ is true. I have really and truly killed my demon; I dragged him kicking and screaming in to the light, and he is gone. For the first time in 15 years, I am free.” ~ from Michelle’s at Rising Woman post “Dragging the demons in to the light(Michelle recounts her story of sexual assault in her new short story “This One Guy.” Says Michelle, “All royalties earned on this short story will be donated to organisations that work to raise awareness of sexual assault and/or support victims of rape, incest, and assault.”)

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“My husband jokes that I’m running from my demons. This is funny because it’s dead true. Before I started running, I tried to sedate my demons with massive doses of sugar and caffeine. Not surprisingly, this did not work. Running is supposed to tire my demons out, but instead I feel like a parent who dozes off while reading a bedtime story to a toddler who silently continues to bounce through the night …

I gotta have something to look forward to that’s fun (mostly) and rewarding and takes me out of my own head for a bit. For awhile, meetings helped me feel that way. Then I discovered candy, then exercise. Maybe one of these days they’ll all work in harmony and lull my little demons to sleep. That sounds nice.”

~ from ByeByeBeer’s post “Exercising Demons” via her blog ByeByeBeer.

exercise demons

Tired demons are happy demons.
Image credited to Bobby Chiu; via ByeByeBeer

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“My favorite book from childhood was about a little girl who wakes up one night to the sounds of scratching from underneath her bed. It turns out to be a mischievous demon only she can see. He kicks her out of her own bed, eats all her sugar cookies and slurps all her milk, and gets her in trouble by hanging a turkey from the dining room chandelier. The story was great, but the illustrations were really what got me.

He was so darn cute that I very much wanted my own demon or at least a cat or dog that looked like a demon. In the story, the demon gets attached to an oddly shaped glass bottle, a rubber snake, and those sugar cookies. Eventually the girl comes to love the demon, which is his cue to split, so he climbs into the night sky with all his favorites except for the oddly shaped bottle because it’s too cumbersome to carry.

“These demons, that’s how they are,” soothes the girl’s grandmother. “They come and go, come and go.” The girl is so heartbroken, she cries herself to sleep.

I liked to think the demon might come back to her one day, if only for more milk and cookies. From what I know about demons now, they don’t ever really leave us.”

 ~ from ByeByeBeer’s post “These demons, they come and go” via her blog ByeByeBeer

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My Head is a Hotel by RunningOnSober

My demons they come, my demons they go
Though mainly at night, when I’m feeling most low

The sign says “no vacancy, go elsewhere to feed”
But signs don’t mean much, if your demons can’t read

“Wake up wake up, it’s time to go play!”
“Not right now, I need sleep, just please go away!”

“But I am so strong, and you are so weak,
Especially at night when it’s sleep you most seek.”

“But I don’t want to talk, and I don’t want to play
And I don’t feel like wrestling–at least not today.”

“Then make room in your head, we’ll just cuddle all night.”
“Please, no!, little demon, leave me!, alright?”

“No talking, no battles, we’ll just spoon until day.”
Well I do like to snuggle…
“Come curl up little demon, I guess that’s okay.”

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image via Tumblr

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Words For The Weekend (Love Possesses Not: Beeswing, Morrison and the Big O), Volume 32

This is the latest installment of quotes and words that move me for the weekend of 4/13/13 (Volume 32). I hope you enjoy them too.

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“Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee’s wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said ‘As long as there’s no price on love, I’ll stay.
And you wouldn’t want me any other way.’”

~ “Beeswing” performed by Richard Thompson. Available on “Mirror Blue.” Video HERE.

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Alternate song: “The Chokin’ Kind” performed by Joss Stone from “Soul Sessions,” video link HERE. (Joe Simon’s original HERE.)

“I only meant to love you
(Didn’t you know it babe
Didn’t you know it)
Why couldn’t you be content
With the love I gave, oh yeah
I gave you my heart
But you wanted my mind, oh yeah
Your love scares me to death, boy
Oh it’s the chokin’ kind”

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“If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love.” ~ Thich Nhat HanhPeace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life

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“For God’s sake, let’s take the word ‘possess’ and put a brick round its neck and drown it … We can’t possess one another. We can only give and hazard all we have.” ~ Dorothy L. Sayers, Busman’s Honeymoon

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“Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself, love possesses not nor would it be possessed: For love is sufficient unto love.” ~ Kahlil GibranThe Prophet

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“Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy – in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other.” ~ Robert A. HeinleinStranger in a Strange Land

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“That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending – performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act – and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.” ~ Jim Morrison

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“The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

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The Missing Piece Meets the Big O by Shel Silverstein

The missing piece sat alone…
waiting for someone
to come along
and take it somewhere.

Some fit…
but could not roll
Others could roll
but did not fit.
One didn’t know a thing about fitting.
And another didn’t know a thing about anything.
One was too delicate.
One put it on a pedestal…
and left it there.
Some had too many pieces missing.
Some had too many pieces, period.
It learned to hide from the hungry ones.
More came.
Some looked too closely.

Others rolled right by without noticing.
It tried to make itself more attractive…
It didn’t help.
It tried being flashy.
but that just frightened away the shy ones.

At last one came along that fit just right.
But all of a sudden…
the missing piece began to grow!
And grow!
‘I didn’t know you were going to grow.’
‘I didn’t know it either,’ said the missing piece.

‘I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece, one that won’t increase….’

One came along who looked different.
‘What do you want of me?’ asked the missing piece.
‘Nothing .’
‘What do you need from me?’
‘Nothing.’
‘Who are you?’ asked the missing piece.
‘I am the Big O,’ said the Big O.
‘I think you are the one I have been waiting for,’ said the missing piece. ‘Maybe I am your missing piece.’
‘But I am not missing a piece,’ said the Big O.
‘There is no place you would fit.’
‘That is too bad,’ said the missing piece.
‘I was hoping that perhaps I could roll with you….’
‘You cannot roll with me,’ said the Big O,
‘but perhaps you can roll by yourself.’
‘By myself? A missing piece cannot roll by itself.’
‘Have you ever tried?’ asked the Big O.
‘But I have sharp corners,’ said the missing piece.
‘I am not shaped for rolling.’
‘Corners wear off,’ said the Big O, ‘and shapes change.
Anyhow, I must say good-bye..
Perhaps we will meet again….’
And away it rolled.
The missing piece was alone again.

For a long time it just sat there.
Then… slowly… it lifted itself up on one end…and flopped over.
Then lift…pull…flop…
it began to move forward….
And soon its edges began to wear off…

liftpullflopliftpullflop…

and its shape began to change…
and then it was bumping instead of flopping…
and then it was bouncing instead of bumping…
and then it was rolling instead of bouncing….

And it didn’t know where, and it didn’t care.

It was rolling!

“The Missing Piece Meets the Big O” by Shel Silverstein, from The Missing Piece Meets the Big O  (To view with original graphics, watch HERE or see below video.)

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Words For The Weekend (get over your hill and see what you find there), Volume 31

This is the latest installment of quotes and words that move me for the weekend of 3/23/13 (Volume 31). I hope you enjoy them too.

Hopefully by the time you read this, I will have either made it over my hill or be in the process of doing so. Yep, I decided to run that half-marathon today. What’s the worst that can happen, right? Wait, don’t answer that!

(Edited to add: The worst that can happen, happened! Well, almost. I woke this morning to rain, lightning and hail. It NEVER rains here. I think it’s rained once in the last six months. I figured it was a sign from the universe to go back to sleep for an hour–so I did. Not to worry though–I’m not a quitter, just a procrastinator. (Plus I really don’t want Nicole to kick my butt for not going; read her marathon training blog HERE.) I’m off to the park shortly (remember the prairie dogs?) for my own make-shift half-marathon when the skies clear up. The good news is I stand a good chance of winning, since there will only be one person running in this one–me, haha.)

Thanks for all the encouragement this week with my “return to running.” Oh, Spot is two three days out from her big chemo round at the time of writing, and aside from being a little more tired and having a mildly upset tummy, she seems to be handling this one pretty well. So thank you for her well-wishes! This Wednesday will be her rest and recover week. Enjoy this first full week of Spring (or is it Autumn if you are down under?) Love, Christy

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“And after the storm,
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up,
on my knees and out of luck,
I look up…
And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.”

~ “After The Storm” performed by Mumford & Sons. Available on “Sigh No More.” Video HERE. (Who knew how fitting this song would be today?!)

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Alternate song: “Running Up That Hill” performed by Kate Bush from “Hounds of Love,” video link HERE.

“And if I only could,
I’d make a deal with God,
And I’d get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
If I only could, oh…”

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“If you are faced with a mountain, you have several options.
You can climb it and cross to the other side.
You can go around it.
You can dig under it.
You can fly over it.
You can blow it up.
You can ignore it and pretend it’s not there.
You can turn around and go back the way you came.
Or you can stay on the mountain and make it your home.”
~ Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

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“Chasing angels or fleeing demons, go to the mountains.” ~ Jeffrey Rasley, Bringing Progress to Paradise: What I Got from Giving to a Mountain Village in Nepal

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“Our way is not soft grass, it’s a mountain path with lots of rocks. But it goes upward, forward, toward the sun.” ~ Ruth Westheimer (Dr. Ruth)

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Source: PoetSeers.org

Source: PoetSeers.org

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“People travel to wonder at the height of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars; and they pass by themselves without wondering.” ~ Saint Augustine of Hippo (354 – 430)

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“I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains, I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain. There’s more than one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line. And the less I seek my source for some definitive, closer I am to fine.” ~ Emily Saliers, Indigo Girls song “Closer to Fine” <–video, ALBUM.

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Carrie Underwood (video HERE) source: therosecoloredlens.com

Carrie Underwood, So Small (video HERE)
source: therosecoloredlens.com

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“We have not journeyed all this way across the centuries, across the oceans, across the mountains, across the prairies, because we are made of sugar candy.” ~ Winston Churchill (1874 – 1965)

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“It’s easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they don’t understand. Something that makes them feel strong or clever. It’s why they love the ocean.” ~ Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

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From: Oh The Places You Will Go, by Dr. Seuss

Quote from: Oh The Places You Will Go, by Dr. Seuss

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“Mountains seem to answer an increasing imaginative need in the West. More and more people are discovering a desire for them, and a powerful solace in them. At bottom, mountains, like all wildernesses, challenge our complacent conviction – so easy to lapse into – that the world has been made for humans by humans. Most of us exist for most of the time in worlds which are humanly arranged, themed and controlled. One forgets that there are environments which do not respond to the flick of a switch or the twist of a dial, and which have their own rhythms and orders of existence. Mountains correct this amnesia. By speaking of greater forces than we can possibly invoke, and by confronting us with greater spans of time than we can possibly envisage, mountains refute our excessive trust in the man-made. They pose profound questions about our durability and the importance of our schemes. They induce, I suppose, a modesty in us.” ~ Robert Macfarlane, Mountains of the Mind: Adventures in Reaching the Summit

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“The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist.” ~ Rabindranath Tagore (1861 – 1941)

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“The mountains are calling and I must go.” ~ John Muir (1838 – 1914)

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Spring Evening on Blind Mountain by Louise Erdrich

I won’t drink wine tonight
I want to hear what is going on
not in my own head
but all around me.
I sit for hours
outside our house on Blind Mountain.
Below this scrap of yard
across the ragged old pasture,
two horses move
pulling grass into their mouths, tearing up
wildflowers by the roots.
They graze shoulder to shoulder.
Every night they lean together in sleep.
Up here, there is no one
for me to fail.
You are gone.
Our children are sleeping.
I don’t even have to write this down.

“Spring Evening on Blind Mountain” by Louise Erdrich, from Original Fire: Selected and New Poems. © Harper Collins Publishers, 2003

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“Up To The Mountain (MLK Song)” by Patty Griffin, available on “Children Running Through.” Video HERE.

“Up To The Mountain (MLK Song)”

I went up to the mountain
Because you asked me to
Up over the clouds
To where the sky was blue
I could see all around me
Everywhere
I could see all around me
Everywhere
Sometimes I feel like
I’ve never been nothing but tired
And I’ll be walking
Till the day I expire
Sometimes I lay down
No more can I do
But then I go on again
Because you ask me to
Some days I look down
Afraid I will fall
And though the sun shines
I see nothing at all
Then I hear your sweet voice, oh
Oh, come and then go, come and then go
Telling me softly
You love me so
The peaceful valley
Just over the mountain
The peaceful valley
Few come to know
I may never get there
Ever in this lifetime
But sooner or later
It’s there I will go
Sooner or later
It’s there I will go
Lyrics SOURCE

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Words For The Weekend (the miracle of a single flower), Volume 30

This is the latest installment of quotes and words that move me for the weekend of 3/16/13 (Volume 30). I hope you enjoy them too.

We had a happy and sunny week here, in fact we are expecting temperatures in the 90′s F this weekend. Spot had another chemo treatment this Wednesday, and so far she seems to be handling this one like a champ. The heavy-duty drug Doxorubicin is on deck for this Wednesday; she’s scheduled for it every 5 weeks. The Doxo is the roughest of all of her chemo drugs, so if you can send her good thoughts this week, she’ll appreciate them!

It’s been a million years since I posted running and work-out songs… But I recently traded in my cookie spatula for my running shoes, so look for some songs and rambling running thoughts later this week. No clear theme here, but Guap’s mention of Abba’s “Dancing Queen” this week got me thinking about dancing, and the sunny skies have me thinking about flowers and warmer days. Thanks for dropping by, I wish you all a sunny week! ~ Christy

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“Think of what you’re losing by constantly refusing to dance with me
You’d be the idol of France with me
And yet you stand there and shake your foolish head dramatically
While I wait here so ecstatically
You just look and say emphatically
Not this season, yes, there’s a reason…

I know that music lead the way to romance
So if I hold
you in arms I won’t dance…”

~ “I Won’t Dance” performed by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. Available on “Ella and Louis Again“. Video HERE.

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Alternate song: “I Don’t Feel Like Dancing” performed by Scissor Sisters from “Ta Dah“, video link HERE.

“But I don’t feel like dancin’
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can’t find a way
You’d think that I could muster up a little soft-shoe gentle sway
But I don’t feel like dancin’
No sir, no dancin’ today…”

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“After all, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels.” ~ Ann Richards

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“And those who were seen dancing, were thought to be crazy, by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

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“Modern party-dance is simply writhing to suggestive music. It is ridiculous, silly to watch and excruciatingly embarrassing to perform. It is ridiculous, and yet absolutely everyone does it, so that it is the person who does not want to do the ridiculous thing who feels out of place and uncomfortable and self-conscious… in a word, ridiculous. Right out of Kafka: the person who does not want to do the ridiculous thing is the person who is ridiculous… Modern party-dance is an evil thing.” ~ David Foster Wallace, The Broom of the System

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“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.” ~ Rumi

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“When people think of holidays
They think of cold weather
“Let’s spend this frozen wonderland together”

Not me, I’m into warmer days
Don’t wanna hear bout your winter wonderland
I am into, I’m into warmer days…”

~ Blues Traveler, “Warmer Days” <– click to listen, on album “Blues Traveler

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“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.

It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.” ~ Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

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“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.” ~ Pablo Neruda

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“A man’s mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth. If no useful seeds are put into it, then an abundance of useless weed seeds will fall therein, and will continue to produce their kind.” ~ James Allen, As a Man Thinketh

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“I’m an introvert… I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.” ~ Audrey Hepburn

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“If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.” ~ The Buddha

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“Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.” ~ Henry Ward Beecher

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SONNET: DAFFODILS by Gavin Ewart

Wordsworth really loved daffodils. He said they were flashers.
Certainly they must be the most exhibitionistic flowers
there are.
trumpeting their presence in yellow—by far the most
visible colour.
I grant that after a long hard winter
it’s warming to see snow-drops and crocuses in that iron earth
and the very first daffodils (what a cliché) seem a
resurrection,
something it even seems appropriate to make a fuss about.
They look so perfect, though a bit self-conscious.

After a week or two, however, when Spring is established,
and everywhere you look there are oceans of daffodils
as arrogant as pop stars, they begin to seem ordinary.
You take them for granted. Like a love affair fading
they shrivel and go crinkly, papery and tired.
The Spring too (teenagers witness) has its own kind of
boredom.

“Sonnet: Daffodils” by Gavin Ewart, from Or Where a Young Penguin Lies Screaming. © Little Hampton books, 1978.

*** See Wordsworth’s poem “Daffodils” HERE

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LONELY HARVEST by Margaret S. Mullins

As a child, my father helped me dig
a square of dense red clay, mark off rows
where zinnias would grow,
and radishes and tender spinach leaves.
He’d stand with me each night
as daylight drained away
to talk about our crops leaning on his hoe
as I would practice leaning so on mine.

Years later now in my big garden plot,
the soggy remnant stems of plants
flopped over several months ago,
the ground is cold, the berries gone,
the stakes like hungry sentries
stand guarding empty graves. And still
I hear his voice asking what I think
would best be planted once the weather warms.

“Lonely Harvest” by Margaret S. Mullins, from Family Constellation. © Finishing Line Press, 2012

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And for Brigitte, who is learning Italian

LEARNING ITALIAN SLOWLY by David Shumate

I learn three words each day. It’s been seven months now and
perhaps I could carry on a conversation with a Sicilian child. If she
spoke slowly. In present tense. And only about pencils and dogs
and cheese. Sometimes I feel my new Italian self growing inside
me. He’s a little man who gesticulates as he speaks. He rides his
bicycle to the market to buy eggplant, anise, and porcini. Then
delivers them to his elderly mother. In the afternoon he plays
bocce with the older men. The children mimic the way he
whispers to himself. The grimaces he makes with his face. When
the moon comes out he slicks back his hair and sings beneath the
window of the woman he loves. What a sight he is. Down on one
knee. His arms outstretched. So willing to make a fool of himself.
Over and over again.

“Learning Italian Slowly” by David Shumate, from The Floating Bridge. © University of Pittsburgh Press, 2008

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Words For The Weekend (“Does That Make Me Crazy? Probably…”), Volume 29

This is the latest installment of quotes and words that move me for the weekend of 3/9/13 (Volume 29). I hope you enjoy them too.

I saw the movie Silver Linings Playbook this week–it was phenomenal! Jennifer Lawrence was very deserving of her Oscar. Of course, the book was still better, but I really really loved the movie. Go see it (but read the book first–it’s a quick read)! Silver Linings Playbook helped inspire this week’s theme… Enjoy, and have a wonderful week!

P.S.- Spot had a happy, healthy and energetic week (and so did I)! She had her second chemo treatment and seems to be managing very well. Thanks everyone for the thoughts, prayers and healing energy. Oh, we also have two new additions to our “zoo”! I can’t wait to introduce you to them later this week! 

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“I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions had an echo
In so much space,
And when you’re out there
Without care,
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough
I just knew too much…”

~ Ray Lamontagne, “Crazy”, available HERE, video link HERE. (Ray does a totally revamped cover version of Gnarls Barkley’s original, HERE. I also love this live cover by Cat Power HERE–she really draws the crazy out with trumpets and a chorus change “Maybe I’m crazy, I don’t give a f*ck…”)

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Alternate song: “Crazy, Crazy Nights” performed by KISS from “Crazy Nights“, video link HERE

“Sometimes days are so hard to survive, oh yeah, a million ways to bury you alive, hey
The sun goes down like a bad bad dream
You’re wound up tight, gotta let off steam
They say they can break you again and again, if life is a radio, turn it up to ten
These are crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy nights
These are crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy nights…”

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“Life is hard, and children have to be told how hard life can be… So they will be sympathetic to others. So they will understand that some people have it harder than they do and that a trip through this world can be a wildly different experience, depending on what chemicals are raging through one’s mind.”  ~ Matthew Quick, The Silver Linings Playbook

“She looks sad. She looks angry. She looks different from everyone else I know—she cannot put on that happy face others wear when they know they are being watched. She doesn’t put on a face for me, which makes me trust her somehow.” ~ Matthew Quick, The Silver Linings Playbook

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“The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four people is suffering from a mental illness. Look at your 3 best friends. If they’re ok, then it’s you.” ~ Rita Mae Brown

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“THE EDGE, there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.” ~ Hunter S. Thompson

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“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.” ~ Edgar Allan Poe, Complete Tales and Poems

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“And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure. And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, ‘Yes, the stars always make me laugh!’ And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you…” ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

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“Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends.” ~ Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

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“Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.” ~ Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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“Here’s what I think, Mr. Wind-Up Bird,” said May Kasahara. “Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I’d really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can’t seem to do it. They just don’t get it. Of course, the problem could be that I’m not explaining it very well, but I think it’s because they’re not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they’re not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things.” ~ Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

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“I’d like to repeat the advice that I gave you before, in that I think you really should make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.

If you want to get more out of life, Ron, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty. And so, Ron, in short, get out of Salton City and hit the Road. I guarantee you will be very glad you did. But I fear that you will ignore my advice. You think that I am stubborn, but you are even more stubborn than me. You had a wonderful chance on your drive back to see one of the greatest sights on earth, the Grand Canyon, something every American should see at least once in his life. But for some reason incomprehensible to me you wanted nothing but to bolt for home as quickly as possible, right back to the same situation which you see day after day after day. I fear you will follow this same inclination in the future and thus fail to discover all the wonderful things that God has placed around us to discover.

Don’t settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon. You are still going to live a long time, Ron, and it would be a shame if you did not take the opportunity to revolutionize your life and move into an entirely new realm of experience.

You are wrong if you think Joy emanates only or principally from human relationships. God has placed it all around us. It is in everything and anything we might experience. We just have to have the courage to turn against our habitual lifestyle and engage in unconventional living.

My point is that you do not need me or anyone else around to bring this new kind of light in your life. It is simply waiting out there for you to grasp it, and all you have to do is reach for it. The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness to engage in new circumstances.” ~ Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

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“I’ve always been different with one foot over the line
Winding up somewhere one step ahead or behind
It ain’t been so easy but I guess I shouldn’t complain
I’ve always been crazy but it’s kept me from going insane…”

~ Waylon Jennings, “I’ve Always Been Crazy” from album “I’ve Always Been Crazy“, VIDEO

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“Matilda said, “Never do anything by halves if you want to get away with it. Be outrageous. Go the whole hog. Make sure everything you do is so completely crazy it’s unbelievable…” ~ Roald Dahl, Matilda

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“If one day I could get out of here, I would allow myself to be crazy. Everyone is indeed crazy, but the craziest are the ones who don’t know they’re crazy; they just keep repeating what others tell them to.” ~ Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die

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“You’re right. I am crazy. But you know what else? I don’t give a fuck.” ~ Tupac Shakur

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“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”  ~ Charles Bukowski

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LOST-

BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI

they say that hell is crowded, yet,
when you’re in hell,
you always seem to be alone.
& you can’t tell anyone when you’re in hell
or they’ll think you’re crazy
& being crazy is being in hell
& being sane is hellish too.

those who escape hell, however,
never talk about it
& nothing much bothers them after that.
I mean, things like missing a meal,
going to jail, wrecking your car,
or even the idea of death itself.

when you ask them,
“how are things?”
they’ll always answer, “fine, just fine…”

once you’ve been to hell and back,
that’s enough
it’s the greatest satisfaction known to man.

once you’ve been to hell and back,
you don’t look behind you when the floor creaks
and the sun is always up at midnight
and things like the eyes of mice
or an abandoned tire in a vacant lot
can make you smile
once you’ve been to hell and back.

Charles Bukowski, Lost, from Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame

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* BONUS SONG : Actually more like bonus songS. I thought this was such a cool video–a complete montage of songs with “Crazy” in the title. There were even a few songs I’d never heard. A few of my other favorites included are Pink Floyd’s “Shine on Crazy Diamond“, Prince’s “Let’s Go Crazy” and Heart’s “Crazy on You.”

Do you have a favorite “Crazy” song? 

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Words For The Weekend (“There Goes a Fighter”, “It Will Be Sunny One Day”), Volume 28

This is the latest installment of quotes and words that move me for the weekend of 2/9/13 (Volume 28). I hope you enjoy them too.

As most of you know, Spot’s diagnosis came back as high-grade, large-cell, multi-centric lymphoma. We have opted to “get medieval on cancer’s ass” (see video below) with weekly chemo starting this Wednesday. I am immersing myself in canine cancer research and spending time with Spot, but I will try to put out the  occasional update post and inspirational weekend quotes and music post. Oh, it turns out my sugar-free January experiment may have been good practice because we will be making some big changes to Spot’s diet and nutrition (in a nutshell, sugar is bad, bad, bad for cancer patients as it feeds the cancer cells). The good news is, fat is good for cancer dogs- and bacon is full of it AND it’s sugar-free!

If bad-language doesn’t offend you, check out this video clip from Pulp Fiction… HERE… we’re pretty far from okay, but we’re going to fight!  (Link is not suitable for work or young ears due to language.)

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“Until the referee rings the bell
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gonna do y’all?
Give ‘em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life til we’re dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they’ll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That’s what they’ll say to me, say to me
Say to me, this one’s a fighter…”

~ Gym Class Heroes, “The Fighter”, on album “The Papercut Chronicles II“, video link HERE.

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Alternate song: “Move Along” performed by All American Rejects from “Move Along“, video link HERE

“Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you’ve had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along…
When everything is wrong, we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
Along, along, along…”

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“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.” ~ Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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April 10, 2006

Dear Crystal,

I’m so sorry to hear that life is getting you down at the moment. Goodness knows, it can be so tough when nothing seems to fit and little seems to be fulfilling. I’m not sure there’s any specific advice I can give that will help bring life back its savour. Although they mean well, it’s sometimes quite galling to be reminded how much people love you when you don’t love yourself that much.

I’ve found that it’s of some help to think of one’s moods and feelings about the world as being similar to weather:

Here are some obvious things about the weather:

It’s real.
You can’t change it by wishing it away.
If it’s dark and rainy it really is dark and rainy and you can’t alter it.
It might be dark and rainy for two weeks in a row.

BUT

It will be sunny one day.
It isn’t under one’s control as to when the sun comes out, but come out it will.
One day.

It really is the same with one’s moods, I think. The wrong approach is to believe that they are illusions. They are real. Depression, anxiety, listlessness – these are as real as the weather – AND EQUALLY NOT UNDER ONE’S CONTROL. Not one’s fault.

BUT

They will pass: they really will.

In the same way that one has to accept the weather, so one has to accept how one feels about life sometimes. “Today’s a crap day,” is a perfectly realistic approach. It’s all about finding a kind of mental umbrella. “Hey-ho, it’s raining inside: it isn’t my fault and there’s nothing I can do about it, but sit it out. But the sun may well come out tomorrow and when it does, I shall take full advantage.”

I don’t know if any of that is of any use: it may not seem it, and if so, I’m sorry. I just thought I’d drop you a line to wish you well in your search to find a little more pleasure and purpose in life.

Very best wishes

(Signed)

Stephen Fry

From site: Letters of Note

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“I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.” ~ Maya Angelou

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“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.” ~ Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

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“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

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“All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.” ~ St. Francis of Assisi, The Little Flowers of St. Francis of Assisi

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“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” ~ Neil Gaiman, Coraline

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“Sometimes I go about pitying myself
And all the while
I am being carried across the sky
By beautiful clouds”  ~ Ojibway Expression

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“Instead of feeling bad
Be glad you got somewhere to go
Instead of feeling sad
Be happy you’re not all alone
Instead of feeling low
Get high on everything you love
Instead of wastin’ time
Feel good ’bout what you are dreaming of…

Instead of feelin’ broke
Buck up and get yourself in the black
Instead of losing hope
Touch up the things that feel out of whack
Instead of being old
Be young because you know you are
Instead of feeling cold
Let sunshine into your heart…”

~ Madeleine Peyroux, “Instead” from album “Bare Bones“, VIDEO

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“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.” ~ Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey

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HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS-

BY 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.

Emily Dickinson, “‘Hope’ is the Thing with Feathers” from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

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