From the Quote Box – LotR

[Arwen] took a white gem like a star that lay upon her breast hanging on a silver chain, and she set the chain about Frodo’s neck. “When the memory of the fear and the darkness troubles you,” she said, “this will bring you aid.” — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

NaPoWriMo, Day Ten

Tough day to find that little shred of something to start with. Luckily I got this amazing little book in a pile of “Take These! Free!” books at the library last week – the suede (aka fuzzy cover) edition of _Treasury of Proverbs and Epigrams_. Lord knows, I love a good set of quotes! These are arranged by various topics like “On Some of the Disadvantages Experienced by the Few Who are Energetic and Lovers of Hard Work.” and “On Husbands and Wives — Courtship and Marriage and What is Often Preferred, or Should be — Celibacy.” and “Merciless Truths.” and “Business Men’s Philosophy.”*

Anyway, I went with this quote and the little “affirmation”, if you will, that came out of it.

Say Hello to Fear

Go up to your fears and speak to them,
and they will generally fade away. — A. Maclaren D.D.

Turn around, what’s gaining on you
Turn around, nothing there but fear.
Just stop then, and put out your hand
Just stop then, wait for fear to come
Speak fear’s name, as soon as it’s near
Speak fear’s name, watch it disappear.

* The first entry in this category is:

Special privilege usually assassinates itself in the end. — Anonymous

followed by

Greed always paves the way for the downfall of those that make it the guiding star of their lives.

Want more?

Greed leads to dalliance with dishonor. When other people’s money is in trust greed has no scruples.

Lust for dishonest riches is its own Nemesis. It may fatten temporarily on an apathetic public conscience, but it commits hari-kari because it doesn’t know when to stop.

There is no other standard of public prosperity or private weal [sic] than the simple one of character.

Proactive vs Reactive

When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it? — Eleanor Roosevelt

From Vincent, via The Quote Box

I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say, ‘He feels deeply, he feels tenderly.’ — Vincent van Gogh

Last night’s poetry discussion

Had a great time at the East Greenbush library last night discussing poems by Emily Dickenson and a little bit of Wallace Stevens. What a joy to have a real conversation and study of some superbly crafted poems. This is a view of the papers I came home with. I really need to get a collected works of Stevens. Next week: Robert Frost.

And PS: I’m listening to American Gods by Neil Gaiman. I’d started to read it before but it just didn’t click with me. This time I took a chance on the 10th anniversary audio version with multiple actors (including the author) and it’s great. Could be helped by the recent reading/listening to Norse Mythology so I’m more up to snuff on what’s going on. Just saying. Also, it’s chock full of great quotables like this:

If Hell is other people, thought Shadow, then Purgatory is airports.

I got to tell you, you don’t look too bright. I got a son, stupid as a man who bought his stupid at a two-for-one sale, and you remind me of him.

For The Quote Box

This is the greatest damn thing about the universe, that we can know so much, recognize so much, dissect, do everything, and we can’t grasp it. — Henry Miller

Painting for Cheer in Mud Season

Here have some flowers. Patience matters is all I can say about this.

After thinking about the demos of sheep painting (and a different teacher’s reminder that people in paintings can start with a carrot shape) I gave these a try and as you can tell wasn’t quite patient enough in terms of adding background etc. Oh well, still ok with it.

and of course, from the quote box, a reminder to take the time to look:

Mystery is what happens to us when we allow life to evolve rather than having to make it happen all the time. It is the strange knock at the door, the sudden sight of an unceremoniously blooming flower, an afternoon in the yard, a day of riding the midtown bus. Just to see. Just to notice. Just to be there. — Joan Chittister

Today I took a side road, and frankly after all these years I should know better than to take a side road on a gloriously WARM February day – I was lucky to arrive home with wheels and axles intact – and yet for all the tricky driving I was glad to have views like this. Thank you, who ever took the time to put up a snow fence and a red one at that! Thank you.