The most we can do is to write — intelligently, creatively, evocatively — about what it is like living in the world at this time. — Oliver Sacks
It is late afternoon as I wonder through the Great Hall and into one of our many gardens on the property where I sit down on the small bench under the large oak tree to ponder my talk for this evening. My guests have asked me to speak to the topic of why we fear …
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It is one of those quiet, rainy mornings. I do not know why but I have been thinking about my brother a good deal recently. We were never close during our childhoods. We were separated in age by only three years but it often seemed a much wider period of time. We had not spoken …
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I am in the north wing of the library also known as the Mythology Wing. One could spend a life time in the stacks here and not even begin to turn the page of what is historically available. I need to do a bit of research on Hera, the wife of Zeus whose name came …
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Book II Chapter Eleven — Henry David Thoreau Today is one of those misty mornings when most of the guests here at the Inn of Inspiration choose to remain in bed a bit longer or arrange for a late coffee or breakfast with friends. I on the other hand, after donning my rain gear and …
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Book II Chapter Nine — Maya Angelou It is another beautiful morning. It feels like a Sunday but I am unsure, and besides it does not matter here. Each time I open these massive doors and enter the library, I feel as if I am about to embark on another fabulous adventure. We added a …
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Book II Chapter Eight — Bertrand Russell I spend most of my nights here in what has become known as Socrates’ Cave. I love falling into sleep and awakening here to the sounds of the stream, birds and the occassional barking dog. In my deepest imagination I could not imagine a better place to be. …
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Book II Chapter Seven — Iris Murdoch It is one of those mornings where one knows everything is perfect. It is the acceptance of this fact which aids in the growth and development of inspiration. When I know the perfect exists in everything, I can create without either judgement, fear, or shame. The imperfect does …
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The life that I could still live, I should live, and the thoughts that I could still think, I should think. — Carl Jung
Transformation literally means going beyond your form. — Wayne Dyer
When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses. — John F. Kennedy
...If one looks long enough at almost anything, looks with absolute attention at a flower, a stone, the bark of a tree, grass, snow, a cloud, something like revelation takes place. — May Sarton
The truest philosophy, is not to long for anything in particular, but to accept everything as it comes, and find out the reason of it coming. — Marie Corelli
The most we can do is to write — intelligently, creatively, evocatively — about what it is like living in the world at this time. — Oliver Sacks
