Books

I LOVE BOOKS!!! The Outsiders is one of my favorite classics and I look forward to reading it again.  The movie is equally amazing.  A new book in my #toreadlist is Women Who Run With the Wolves. I found this book thanks to the wonderful movement of book sharing started by Actress Emma Watson.  I’ve been a book fairy for a while now.  🙂

Sophie and the Rising Sun

Incredible book and movie. It is Devastating that after all the “advances” We Humans have supposedly made we still have the same amount  (if Not More) of Ignorance, Bigotry, Hatred and Racism as before. The movie is now available on Netflix.

Ulysses Lord Alfred Tennyson

Haven’t heard this poem since I was in High School. Heard it again while watching an episode of the wonderful PBS show Mercy Street.

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It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy’d
Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour’d of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
         This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro’ soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
         There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil’d, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Think Positive Thoughts

I try my Hardest to think positive Thoughts as much as possible but living where I am is increasingly harder  when I am surrounded by Trash neighbors who are not only Nasty people with a bad reputation but also take pleasure in harming others either by name calling or making excessive noises well into the night.  I WILL BE OUT OF HERE BEFORE 2017 IS OVER!!!! 

Losing Faith

People will think I’m crazy when I say that losing faith in a religious God was possibly the most enlightening thing that has happened to me. I no longer felt that oppression I felt while growing up in a Catholic family, a family where most members unfortunately with time turned into fanatical evangelicals. It was that abrupt change that caused a rift between a lot of us and to this day they refuse to accept anyone who differs from their new found “faith”.  It wasn’t science or hard times that made my faith collapse, truth be told I was always doubtful from a very young age . I simply woke up one day and decided that it was not the path for me and that it is a belief system I personally find no comfort in and no answer to life’s problems.  It felt like a weight had been lifted and in the process I also realized that to be a good moral person a religious deity is NOT required. As I have stated before Nature is my God and my Religion. I recommend this book  for anyone who has or is experiencing something similar.

Robert Frost – Reluctance

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Out through the fields and the woods
   And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
   And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
   And lo, it is ended.
 
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
   Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
   And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
   When others are sleeping.
 
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
   No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
   The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
   But the feet question ‘Whither?’
 
Ah, when to the heart of man
   Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
   To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
   Of a love or a season?