~ Mark Twain
Friday, November 30, 2012
Daily Zen - Friday, November 30
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Daily Zen - Wednesday, November 28
...live in the question.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Daily Zen - Tuesday, November 27
Where you stand, where you are, that’s what your life is right there, regardless of how painful it is or how enjoyable it is. That’s what it is.
~ Taizan Maezumi
Monday, November 26, 2012
Daily Zen - Monday, November 26
A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success.
~ Elbert Hubbard
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Daily Zen - Friday, November 23
~ Teresa of Ávila
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Thanksgiving Zen - Thursday, November 22
–Thornton Wilder
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Gathering And Giving
Posted By: Timothy Juhl
It is just about 45 hours before we all sit down to our Thanksgiving dinners and indulge in turkey and dressing and gravy. Lots and lots of gravy.
It is a day when we gather with family and friends, and when you sit down to that meal, make sure you remember all those you love and those who are no longer here to share in giving thanks. This will be my second holiday season since my partner, Jeff, died and I can finally smile when I think of his peculiar bent for jellied cranberry sauce, for 20 years, he had to bring his own can to my mother's because no one in my family ever liked cranberry sauce. It was his own little tradition.
I want to take this opportunity to thank all of my friends, both old and new, for supporting me in all my sorrows, my triumphs and my flights of fancy. And I want to thank, Jeff McKown, for trusting me with his blog and giving me the opportunity to express my opinions, my tastes, and my humor.
And don't think this will be the last time I post something here.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
It is just about 45 hours before we all sit down to our Thanksgiving dinners and indulge in turkey and dressing and gravy. Lots and lots of gravy.
It is a day when we gather with family and friends, and when you sit down to that meal, make sure you remember all those you love and those who are no longer here to share in giving thanks. This will be my second holiday season since my partner, Jeff, died and I can finally smile when I think of his peculiar bent for jellied cranberry sauce, for 20 years, he had to bring his own can to my mother's because no one in my family ever liked cranberry sauce. It was his own little tradition.
I want to take this opportunity to thank all of my friends, both old and new, for supporting me in all my sorrows, my triumphs and my flights of fancy. And I want to thank, Jeff McKown, for trusting me with his blog and giving me the opportunity to express my opinions, my tastes, and my humor.
And don't think this will be the last time I post something here.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Daily Zen - Tuesday, November 20
Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the 'Titanic' who waved off the dessert cart.
~ Erma Bombeck
Monday, November 19, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Weekend Zen - November 17-18
The world is three days: As for yesterday it has vanished along with all that was in it. As for tomorrow you may never see it. As for today, it is yours, so work on it.
~ Hasan Al-Basri
Friday, November 16, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Daily Zen - Thursday, November 15
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.
~ Rachel Carson
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Such Times
After spending the weekend with my father, sorting the accumulated ephemera of my grandparents' lives, stacks of saved birthday cards, their 1935 high school diplomas, the marriage license, my father's birth, grandkids, retirement, my grandmother's death 20 years earlier, I was reminded that we should remain in the moment.
And to remind myself (and you), I offer this meditation from the late, gay author Christopher Coe:
There will always be one final everything; the last word, of course, the last breath; there will be one last check you write, one last nap, one last artichoke.
There will be a last time you chop scallions, a last movie you will see, a last time you fly to Rome. It doesn't matter how many coins you leave in the fountain.
You will make one last photograph, and be photographed one final time by somebody else; there will be one last time you will walk on a particular street, one last time you will go out from your house or come back into it.
You will have one last dream, one last orgasm, one last cigarette. There will be one final time you will see or be seen by the man or the woman you have loved, or the people you have known, unless of course, you outlive them all, which is not likely.
You will lick one last stamp. You won't know it when you do.
And to remind myself (and you), I offer this meditation from the late, gay author Christopher Coe:
There will always be one final everything; the last word, of course, the last breath; there will be one last check you write, one last nap, one last artichoke.
There will be a last time you chop scallions, a last movie you will see, a last time you fly to Rome. It doesn't matter how many coins you leave in the fountain.
You will make one last photograph, and be photographed one final time by somebody else; there will be one last time you will walk on a particular street, one last time you will go out from your house or come back into it.
You will have one last dream, one last orgasm, one last cigarette. There will be one final time you will see or be seen by the man or the woman you have loved, or the people you have known, unless of course, you outlive them all, which is not likely.
You will lick one last stamp. You won't know it when you do.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
Daily Zen - Friday, November 9
Whatever the world dishes up, we take it on -- not on our own terms, but on the world's.
~ Steve Hagan
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Daily Zen - Tuesday, November 6
Flow with whatever may happen, and let your mind be free: Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing.
~ Zhuangzi
Monday, November 5, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Write Like It's November
Most writers know November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo, we say as if speaking an alien tongue). The challenge: to write every day for the month to achieve a total of 50,000 words, a good chunk of a novel.
This is my third year participating, my second year participating as a poet (NaPoWriMo?) and the challenge is to write a poem every day for 30 days.
I have learned a few things about writing a poem every day.
1. I can only do it at night, staring out a dark window.
2. The soundtrack to 'The Hours' is mandatory.
3. Prompts are simply leaping off points, write whatever comes.
4. I ain't writing epics here.
5. And I ain't writing brilliant verse every time, but if I get one or two decent poems out of 30, and a handful of salvageable lines to be used in another poem one day, I have succeeded.
6. Whether you're writing a novel or 30 poems, just fucking write.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Weekend Zen - November 3-4
There comes a time in the affairs of man when he must take the bull by the tail and face the situation.
~ W. C. Fields
Friday, November 2, 2012
Daily Zen - Friday, November 2
Before you criticize a man, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, when you do criticize him, you'll be a mile away and have his shoes.
~ Steve Martin
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Twelve Stages of Novel Writing Grief
In support of those who plan to launch themselves headlong this month into NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), I have identified twelve known stages of novel writing grief.
- Idea.
- Enthusiasm.
- Procrastination.
- Self-doubt.
- Angst.
- Procrastination.
- Disgust.
- Procrastination.
- Despair.
- Procrastination.
- Commitment.
- Writing.
Daily Zen - Thursday, November 1
When I die, I want to die like my grandfather who died peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers in his car.
~ Will Rogers
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