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December  22nd.  2009
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Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. Mastering others is strength; mastering yourself is true power. If you realize that you have enough, you are truly rich.
• Laozi (Tao Te Ching) (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
December  21st.  2009
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It’s not the load that breaks you down, it’s the way you carry it.
Lou Holtz (via thresca) (via quote-book)
December  20th.  2009
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Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.
Mahatma Gandhi (via julie911) (via quote-book)
October  24th.  2009
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October  18th.  2009
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I have loved Maya Angelou’s writings for as long as I can remember, but I find her words so much more important now.

I have loved Maya Angelou’s writings for as long as I can remember, but I find her words so much more important now.


October  17th.  2009
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Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

posted 2 years ago

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

October  16th.  2009
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I can be changed by what happens to me, but I refuse to be reduced by it.
• Maya Angelou (via srsly)
October  7th.  2009
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Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

posted 2 years ago

iamblessed:

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans… She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, ’ Tell me what you see’.

‘Carrots, eggs, and coffee,’ she replied…

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft.. the mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, ‘What does it mean, mother?’

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.The ground coffee beans were unique, how ever. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

‘Which are you?’ she asked her daughter. ‘When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.

When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity?  Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

May you all be coffee beans :)

April  27th.  2009
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Some days, I cannot get the art to match the words, but I think this quote can easily stand on its own. Actually, I originally had another Camus quote on this background - “Hell is other people,” but that is not what I was really feeling at the end of the day. Just the opposite. So, I went with another Camus quote that spoke to my more positive mood.

Some days, I cannot get the art to match the words, but I think this quote can easily stand on its own. Actually, I originally had another Camus quote on this background - “Hell is other people,” but that is not what I was really feeling at the end of the day. Just the opposite. So, I went with another Camus quote that spoke to my more positive mood.


March  3rd.  2009
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There are times in life
When you feel as if the earth
Has opened up
And swallowed you whole …
And you seriously doubt
If you’ll ever stop hurting.
And it’s then that you need
To realize you can’t
“Make everything all right.”
All you can do is survive,
One hour at a time,
Then one day at a time.
But you are not alone.
There are many who care about you
And are ready to lend you their strength
When yours is all gone.

So hang on, because the sun
Will rise again …
And though you’ll
Never forget,
You will survive this
And go on.

• From a sympathy card I got from a friend of my mom’s. I have never even met her, but she took the time to send me a beautiful card.