“The harbour of influence is richer in the
cemeteries where people are buried with their music on their tongues unsung.
Don't leave your potentials untouched!”
Israelmore Ayivor
Friday, March 19, 2021
March 19, 2021
DEPRESSION
Talk to someone. Write your poem. Paint your paintings. Jot in your journal. Admit your feelings. Take a walk. Take a shower. Do something for someone. Quick! Volunteer. Buy a watermelon! Taste it. Share it. Find your talent. Play your piano or harmonica. Tell your story.
Hear the other’s story. Share your secrets. Find good metaphors. There are dark corners. Buy a good lamp. Enough with the lies. Laugh at them. Find out if your grandfather had similar problems. Look at geography: it has its ups and downs. So too an electrocardiogram. Don’t go to your funeral till you have to.
Did you ever drive down a road in the early evening and you come to a bridge and there are people fishing? Did you ever look at their faces? Be careful now you’re
driving. But did you ever look at their faces? Did you ever wonder why Jesus picked fisherman? Did you ever look at their faces when Jesus spoke? Did you ever wonder why a question mark is shaped like a fishing hook? Did anyone ever ask you a great question? Did you ever notice: Jesus asked a lot of questions? Did one ever hook you? Try that and feel what it does to your face.
“Everyone
in the world should get a standing ovation at least once in their lives.”
AuggiePullman
Wednesday, March 17, 2021
March 17, 2021
IRISH BLESSINGS
Blessings you’re - to want
- to need - to have - as you
travel up and down
the roads and twisting paths of this life. Rock: the presence of hard strength especially when the waves are crashing and smashing and hitting your shore. A Smile: when you’re really happy or you’re really hurting – like when you feel that others are talking about you at tea on another table. The Bog: to give you heat when the foreigners have cut down all your trees and your sons have left to mine for coal in far off places like Scranton. The Tavern: the place to sneak off to for a drop – and cold butter on Irish soda bread - to sing, to dance, to listen to the fiddle and to talk to an old friend. The Celtic Cross: when death has taken away a spouse or ripped a relationship in two and you’re all alone and the
cemetery is just down the hill.