Sunday, 20 December 2015

EVERYTHING

by Katie Robertson

        I will never again think I can place my hand in a position
         to catch all the beauty in a rainbow's alive bright colors.
        I will not refuse them, they belong to me.
        Thinking as though I do not have to drink of the dark clouds
         drenched wet with their sour sorrows,
         there is no holding them back.
        I will not refuse them, they belong to me.
        Plainly seen it is a intermingling.
        Black is not pristine that stands alone,
         it is all colors that have been born.
        Adding white or black to any color brings new renditions.
        I will not refuse them, they belong to me.

Copyright Katie Robertson December 16, 2015
Art copyright Katie Robertson December 16, 2015





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Friday, 18 December 2015

Right Now

Unknown


Right now, there are people all over
the world Who are just like you.
They're lonely. They're missing
Somebody. They're in love with
Someone they probably shouldn't be
In love with. They have secrets you
Wouldn't believe. They wish and they
Dream and they hope, and they look
Out the window whenever they're in
The car or on a bus or a train and they
Watch people on the streets and
Wonder what they've been through.
They wonder if there are people out
There like them. They're like you, and
You could tell them everything and they
Would understand. And right now,
They're sitting here reading these words,
And I'm writing this for you so you
Don't feel alone anymore.





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Thursday, 17 December 2015

EGO



EGO - The part of you that defines itself as a personality,
separates itself from the outside world, and considers
itself (you) a separate entity from the rest of nature
and the cosmos. Perhaps necessary for survival in
some evolutionary bygone, in modern time it
leads only to (albeit often disguised) misanthropic
beliefs and delusion.
 
In short ... "I"
 
Ego is responsible for hate, fear and delusion.







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Wednesday, 16 December 2015

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Friday, 11 December 2015

REST



This is how we know that we belong to the truth and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence ...1 John 3:19

Then, because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, he said to them, “Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest ... Mark 6:31


Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths, or the turning inwards in prayer for five short minutes. ~Etty Hillesum

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.
~Sir John Lubbock

I still need more healthy rest in order to work at my best. My health is the main capital I have and I want to administer it intelligently. ~Ernest Hemingway






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Tuesday, 8 December 2015

All The World's a Stage


"For what else is the life of man but a kind of play
in which men in various costumes perform
until the director motions them off the stage.
-Erasmus

"All the world's a stage" is the phrase that begins a monologue from William Shakespeare's As You Like It. The speech compares the world to a stage and life to a play, catalogueing the seven stages of a man's life, sometimes referred to as the seven ages of man: infant, schoolboy, lover, soldier, justice, Pantalone and old age — facing imminent death. It is one of Shakespeare's most frequently quoted passages.




All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.

The Seven Ages

The Infancy

In this stage the man is born as a helpless baby and knows little but waiting as a man in embryo to spring out.

The Schoolboy

Here, he begins his schooling; the charms of helpless innocence cease. It is in that stage of life that he begins to go to school. He is unwilling to leave the protected environment of his home as he is still not confident enough to exercise his own discretion.

The Lover

The lover is depicted as a young man composing his love poems, shown beneath two pictures of Cupid, the god of love and on the left, Romeo-Juliet balcony scene. In this stage he is always maudlin, expressing his love in a fatuous manner. He makes himself ridiculous in trying to express his feelings.

The Soldier

Here, he is hot-blooded with a high degree of self-respect. He looks forward to gaining a reputation, even if it costs him his life. He is inflamed with the love of war and, like a leopard, he charges. He is very easily aroused and is hot headed. He is always working towards making a reputation for himself, however short-lived it may be, even at the cost of foolish risks.




The Justice

In this stage he thinks he has acquired wisdom through the many experiences he has had in life, and is likely to impart it. He has reached a stage where he has gained prosperity and social status. He becomes vain and begins to enjoy the finer things of life and he attains a socially accepted state and expounds the wisdom he has gained in his life.

The Pantaloon

He is a shell of his former self — physically and mentally. He begins to become the butt of others' jokes. He loses his firmness and assertiveness, and shrinks in stature and personality and tries to shrink himself into a shell of his worries and is indifferent to his physical appearance and apparel, just as he was in his youth.

The Old Age

In this stage he is dependent on others for care and unable to interact with the world, he experiences "second innocence, and mere oblivion. this stage is also known as second stage."




~ The Monologue ~

At first the infant, mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel and shining morning face,
creeping like snail unwillingly to school.

And then the lover, sighing like furnace, 
with a woeful ballad made to his mistress' eyebrow.

Then, a soldier, full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
seeking the bubble reputation even in the cannon's mouth.

And then, the justice, in fair round belly, with a good capon lined,
with eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, full of wise saws,
and modern instances, and so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
with spectacles on nose and pouch on side, his youthful hose, well saved,
a world too wide for his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
turning again toward childish treble, pipes and whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all, that ends this strange eventful history,
is second childishness and mere oblivion,
sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.


"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience.
We are spiritual beings having a human experience."
 -Pierre Teilhard de Chardin