Lorica
female, 35 |
building my house out of sticks
Hundred Acre Wood / ---
member since 27.06.2009
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I need to be continually reminded of what I believe.
I love the on-purpose mistakes in the midst of large works of perfection.
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. Plato
“Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisoned by the enemy, don’t we consider it his duty to escape? If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we’re partisans of liberty, then it’s our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can!”
-- J.R.R. Tolkien
“The sense of festivity, which corresponds to pity in tragedy, is always present at the end of a romantic comedy. This takes the part of a party, usually a wedding, in which we feel, to some degree, participants. We are invited to the festivity and we put the best face we can on whatever feelings we may still have about the recent behavior of some of the characters, often including the bridegroom. In Shakespeare the new society is remarkably catholic in its tolerance; but there is always a part of us that remains a spectator, detached and observant, aware of other nuances and values. This sense of alienation, which in tragedy is terror, is almost bound to be represented by somebody or something in the play, and even if, like Shylock, he disappears in the fourth act, we never quite forget him. We seldom consciously feel identified with him, for he himself wants no such identification: we may even hate or despise him, but he is there, the eternal questioning Satan who is still not quite silenced by the vindication of Job… . Participation and detachment, sympathy and ridicule, sociability and isolation, are inseparable in the complex we call comedy, a complex that is begotten by the paradox of life itself, in which merely to exist is both to be part of something else and yet never to be a part of it, and in which all freedom and joy are inseparably a belonging and an escape.”
Northrop Frye, from A Natural Perspective
"Humility does not mean believing oneself to be inferior, but to be freed from self-importance. It is a state of natural simplicity which is in harmony with our true nature and allows us to taste the freshness of the present moment."
— Matthieu Ricard
“If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture, let us be more ashamed of shabby ideas and shoddy philosophies… It would be a sad situation if the wrapper were better than the meat wrapped inside it.” -- Albert Einstein
“Only in the darkness can you see the stars.” –Martin Luther King, Jr.
I feel there is something magical about merry-go-rounds, hot chocolate, doll houses, old trees with big, twisted branches to climb, well-written fictional characters, the act of making soup, being washed, houses with dark wood staircases, when a loved-one plates your food for you, making a fire, telling a story well, old clocks that have character, brewing tea, rocking chairs, dancing, rivers, winemaking, great works of art, lighting a candle, the sparkle in a person’s eye, musical notes, tomatoes, having a bath, having a good cry, tiny flowers, moonlight on freshly fallen snow, lullabies, that first kiss, the way plants grow, seashells, and fog.
There is something creepy (in a bad way) about big porcelain dolls with blinky eyes, most taxidermied animals, misspelled words, crows, most (if not all) 1960s décor, and playgrounds where no children ever play.
There is something deliciously wonderful about being a happy kind of tired, sitting by a warm fire, soft quilts, warm mugs of (name your favorite hot beverage of choice), comfy socks, chats with old friends you haven’t seen in years, having sisters, just the right hat, putting a puzzle together, scarves, having a good laugh, napping after breakfast, pie, clean laundry, having a good clear out, holding a sleeping baby, holding hands, reading a good book, talking to someone who has also read that same book, taking in a beautiful sunset, eating and drinking together with good friends, and being asked to 'please stay' at a party after everyone else has gone home!
The Lord Is My Shepherd
A Psalm of David.
(23) The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of lthe shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
forever. |
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