A tree says: “My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.” Herman Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte
Carnations of Red by Michelle Erdman, 2011 (taken from http://www.hellopoetry.com)
My best inspiration is you,
I look into your deep eyes (always greyblueblack)
and I know that the red carnations
you gifted to me meant much more
than I love you, because you’ve already told me this countless times.
The red carnations
didn’t mean I love you.
The red carnations
meant you are so beautiful
because I don’t always hear it enough.
When our spelling is perfect, it’s invisible. But when it’s flawed, it prompts strong negative associations. Marilyn vos Savant
This signboard in Spanish has a few misspelled words. It should say: “Se prohibe botar basura, si no, van a tener problemas.” (Littering is prohibited, if not you would have a problem.) Beyond the spelling, the sad situation is how neglected neighborhoods and streets are in Managua. Poor spelling is a reflection of our society.
“There is a difference between saying goodbye and letting go. Goodbye is not permanent. You can meet years later as old friends and share what happened in your life. You can smile and laugh about all the nonsense that you both went through. However, letting go is being okay with never seeing this person ever again…being okay with never knowing how their life turned out…being okay with fifty or more years of silence… being okay with running into that person at a grocery store and having them not acknowledge your presence. This is the part of life that doesn’t sit well with me and never will. It tears my heart in pieces, robs me of gratitude, drains me of anything positive and eats at the faith that holds on. It goes against kindness.”
Shannon L. Adler
“Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine to the mind.” Luther Burbank
“The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.” Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., “Over the Teacups,” 1891