Eye in the Sky: Chapters

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Chapters

Another chapter of my life has ended, I'm moving back to Canada next Month. It will be bitter-sweet but I have no regrets .I learned a few things about myself, to say "No", that I can stand on my own two feet, to set boundaries, that I set myself up for failure by having high expectations, and that even if you care for somebody you don't have to stay with them if it doesn't feel right. I don't know what the future holds but I can't wait to spend some time with my grandchildren, walk along the Atlantic and loose myself in nature and the beauty of NB. This German was away to long from her birth-country, she misses Canada .

5 comments:

Debra She Who Seeks said...: Welcome back! Life is life and it's too short for regrets, I agree. Once you're home, will you be resuming your blog? I was just in New Brunswick for the first time this month. We visited the Hopewell Rocks -- spectacular!; August 20, 2015
CorvusCorax12 said...: Thank you...I will try, forgot about it for a bit; August 20, 2015
My name WAS Female, I shit you not! said...: Welcome back my friend.
(((hugs))); August 20, 2015
Hilary said...: Welcome home. I've been through similar the past couple of years.. though my recent move was only two hours away.; August 26, 2015
Jim said...: Yes, welcome back to the Maritimes!
Happy to hear that you you are back.
thanks for stopping by today.; August 27, 2015

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

Thou shalt not follow a multitude to do evil; neither shalt thou speak in a cause to decline after many to wrest judgment: ~Exodus 23:2

There but for the grace of God, go I

“Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water is to burning metal; it strengthens, tempers, intensifies, but never destroys it.”

― Eliza Tabor Stephenson

OH gravity, thou art a heartless bitch ~ Sheldon Cooper

“Calvin: Do you believe in the devil? You know, a supreme evil being dedicated to the temptation, corruption, and destruction of man? Hobbes: I'm not sure that man needs the help”

I'm polymerized tree sap and you're an inorganic adhesive, so whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected off of me, returns to its original trajectory and adheres to you~Sheldon Cooper

"My existence is a continuum, so I've been what I am at each point in the implied time period."

Sheldon Cooper

"You go with the knowledge you have. And you cannot castigate yourself for not knowing more than you do"

Vivian Rakoff

"Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."

Friedrich Nietzsche

"The test of courage comes when we are in the minority. The test of tolerance comes when we are in the majority."

Ralph W. Sockman

Character is What You Do When No One is Watching

One should examine oneself for a very long time before thinking of condemning others. ~Moliere

Et küt wie et küt

"I hope the exit is joyful--I hope not to return".--Frida Kahlo

About this blog

I believe in the cave paintings at Lascaux,

the beauty of the clavicle,

the journey of the salmon.

I believe in all the gods -

I just don't like some of them.

I believe the war is always against the imagination,

is recurring, repetitive, and relentless.

I believe in fairies, elves, angels and bodisatvas.

Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy,

I believe Raven invented the Earth

and so did Coyote. In archeology

lie the clues. The threshold is numinous

and the way in is the way out.

I believe in the alphabets, all of them

and the stories seeping from between their letters.

I believe in dance as prayer, that the heart

beat invented rhythm and chant --

or is it the other way around?

I believe in the wisdom of the body.

I believe that art saves lives

and love makes it worth living them.

And that could be the other way around, too.

- Judith Roche