Sunday, December 10, 2017
Ralph Towner , Oceanus
fft=fc family trouble.
i go to sea~
my blood dispersing,
breathing under water,
coming up with the dolphins...
Avishai Cohen , Song of Hope (Official Music Video)
hope...is pain?
faith is...irrelevant?
i am ...nothing?
what i feel is...useless?
what i do...does not matter.
no. i am a wave between waves,
a pulsing thread, i am giving and taking
and spinning life, a bridge and an abyss,
a seed and a tree. you can call my name,
but i am not my name.
there is a fire in my room,
outside a storm howling
bending the trees i can see..
nice song, anyway. good musician.
The Weighing, Jane Hirshfield
The Weighing
The heart’s reasons
seen clearly,
even the hardest
will carry
its whip-marks and sadness
and must be forgiven.
seen clearly,
even the hardest
will carry
its whip-marks and sadness
and must be forgiven.
As the drought-starved
eland forgives
the drought-starved lion
who finally takes her,
enters willingly then
the life she cannot refuse,
and is lion, is fed,
and does not remember the other.
eland forgives
the drought-starved lion
who finally takes her,
enters willingly then
the life she cannot refuse,
and is lion, is fed,
and does not remember the other.
So few grains of happiness
measured against all the dark
and still the scales balance.
measured against all the dark
and still the scales balance.
The world asks of us
only the strength we have and we give it.
Then it asks more, and we give it.
only the strength we have and we give it.
Then it asks more, and we give it.
Albert Camus, Happiness, Love, brainpickings.org
"If those whom we begin to love could know us as we were before meeting them … they could perceive what they have made of us."
"For me, physical love has always been bound to an irresistible feeling
of innocence and joy. Thus, I cannot love in tears but in exaltation."
"It is not humiliating to be unhappy. Physical suffering is sometimes humiliating, but the suffering of being cannot be, it is life."
"I have not stopped loving that which is sacred in this world."
Albert Camus, Happiness, Love
"For me, physical love has always been bound to an irresistible feeling
of innocence and joy. Thus, I cannot love in tears but in exaltation."
"It is not humiliating to be unhappy. Physical suffering is sometimes humiliating, but the suffering of being cannot be, it is life."
"I have not stopped loving that which is sacred in this world."
Albert Camus, Happiness, Love
The Songs of Trees, David George Haskell, brainpickings.org
The Songs of Trees, David George Haskell
"For the Homeric Greeks, kleos, fame, was made of song. Vibrations in air contained the measure and memory of a person’s life.
Brothers Grimm, illustration, Arthur Rackham
"For the Homeric Greeks, kleos, fame, was made of song. Vibrations in air contained the measure and memory of a person’s life.
To listen was therefore to learn what endures.I turned my ear to trees, seeking ecological kleos. I found no heroes, no individuals around whom history pivots. Instead, living memories of trees, manifest in their songs, tell of life’s community, a net of relations. We humans belong within this conversation, as blood kin and incarnate members. To listen is therefore to hear our voices and those of our family.[…]To listen is therefore to touch a stethoscope to the skin of a landscape, to hear what stirs below."
"We’re all — trees, humans, insects, birds, bacteria — pluralities. Life is embodied network. These living networks are not places of omnibenevolent Oneness. Instead, they are where ecological and evolutionary tensions between cooperation and conflict are negotiated and resolved. These struggles often result not in the evolution of stronger, more disconnected selves but in the dissolution of the self into relationship.
Because life is network, there is no “nature” or “environment,” separate and apart from humans. We are part of the community of life, composed of relationships with “others,” so the human/nature duality that lives near the heart of many philosophies is, from a biological perspective, illusory. We are not, in the words of the folk hymn, wayfaring strangers traveling through this world. Nor are we the estranged creatures of Wordsworth’s lyrical ballads, fallen out of Nature into a “stagnant pool” of artifice where we misshape “the beauteous forms of things.” Our bodies and minds, our “Science and Art,” are as natural and wild as they ever were.
We cannot step outside life’s songs. This music made us; it is our nature.
Our ethic must therefore be one of belonging, an imperative made all the more urgent by the many ways that human actions are fraying, rewiring, and severing biological networks worldwide. To listen to trees, nature’s great connectors, is therefore to learn how to inhabit the relationships that give life its source, substance, and beauty."
and on the Amazonian rainforest in Ecuador he describes so beautifully the rain and the forest concluding here:
"This dissolution of individuality into relationship is how the ceibo and all its community survive the rigors of the forest. Where the art of war is so supremely well developed, survival paradoxically involves surrender, giving up the self in a union with allies.
[…]
The forest is not a collection of entities… it is a place entirely made from strands of relationship."
mixed day
and more than 25 years of professional life in a container, sweet release to get rid of ‚things'.
i will still work next year, part time, with other doctors, slowly stepping out.
i hope to be more out and moving, walking, riding, travelling-when i shall live.
life is rich or can be.
when i shall be dead, sela.
i have no more expectations. most had and have been filled before, in good and in bad. i pay
25 000 euros now for prescriptions above budget. i buy peace, i cannot fight the system without having my remaining years spoilt with files, lawyers, courts.
so good bye and bom dia.
i lost all desire. maybe it can wake again, intuition tells me nothing, maybe life will.
it is not ‚the' past bringing adversary happenings walking through my sleep, it is the last years.
when this will be solved without words, i can go and live in peace.
or die in peace.
it is the same.
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