a moment with Shel Silverstein

I like Shel Silverstein’s work for children. I always keep a copy of Where the Sidewalk Ends, because it’s important to remember to be silly and creative.

Here is a poem that speaks to the heart of this life, no matter our age:

Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child,
Listen to the DON’TS
Listen to the SHOULDN’TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON’TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me—
Anything can happen, child,

ANYTHING can be.

 

transform your life!

Our cells have memory. They are living things carrying information from our ancestors. This helps make the human family what it is. That is beautiful.

But, what about when our cells are carrying around stuff we need to release? Well, we can change our DNA with words and thoughts.

Yes, we can.

A book that helped me tremendously along this line is The Biology of Belief by Bruce Lipton. I highly recommend it for those of us truly committed to improving ourselves and the world.

 

travel bug

This poem is titled “Passion for Solitude”. It was written by Italian poet Cesare Pavese and this translation was performed by Geoffrey Brock.

When we have trouble finding inspiration among our own communities, it may be best to go roaming around a different culture, a different part of the world. We are all here to motivate and love one another. Let’s not let that honor go untapped.

I’m eating a little supper by the bright window.
The room’s already dark, the sky’s starting to turn.
Outside my door, the quiet roads lead,
after a short walk, to open fields.
I’m eating, watching the sky—who knows
how many women are eating now. My body is calm:
labor dulls all the senses, and dulls women too.

Outside, after supper, the stars will come out to touch
the wide plain of the earth. The stars are alive,
but not worth these cherries, which I’m eating alone.
I look at the sky, know that lights already are shining
among rust-red roofs, noises of people beneath them.
A gulp of my drink, and my body can taste the life
of plants and of rivers. It feels detached from things.
A small dose of silence suffices, and everything’s still,
in its true place, just like my body is still.

All things become islands before my senses,
which accept them as a matter of course: a murmur of silence.
All things in this darkness—I can know all of them,
just as I know that blood flows in my veins.
The plain is a great flowing of water through plants,
a supper of all things. Each plant, and each stone,
lives motionlessly. I hear my food feeding my veins
with each living thing that this plain provides.

The night doesn’t matter. The square patch of sky
whispers all the loud noises to me, and a small star
struggles in emptiness, far from all foods,
from all houses, alien. It isn’t enough for itself,
it needs too many companions. Here in the dark, alone,
my body is calm, it feels it’s in charge.

love in all forms

The energy that comes with a crush is so powerful.

It’s the same kind of energy that is present when we have an invigorating idea.

Endorphins are released, making us feel happier and more resistant to dis-ease.

Passion = Love = Joy

Explore a new something and see where it takes you.