November 30, 2018

LEARNING HOW TO DIE

Some anonymous Haiku writer

wrote, “To learn how to die

Watch cherry blossoms,

observe chrysanthemums.”

  

I think we could also visit

nursing homes and hospice

houses or watch autumn leaves,

better: sit with a cross in hands.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018

November 30, 2018 

Thought for today: 

“Pythagoras, when  he was asked what time was, answered that it was the soul of the world.”  

Plutarch [A.D. 46-120] 

in Platonic Questions.

November 29, 2018

GOD WALKED INTO A ROOM

God walked into a room.

There was a party going on.

The music and the food were good.

And all those who thought

they knew who God was

didn’t go over to say, “Hello.”

Well, in the middle of a dance

several people looked over

their partner’s shoulder and

thought as they saw God

sitting with a stranger, “Don’t

you know whom you’re talking to?”

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018

November 29, 2018 

Thought for today: 


“A  Roman  divorced from his wife, being highly blamed by his friends, who demanded, ‘Was she not chaste?  Was she not fair?  Was she  not fruitful?’ holding out his shoe, asked them whether it was not new and well made.  ‘Yet,’ added he, ‘none of you can tell me where it pinches me.’” 

Plutarch [A.D. 46-120

November 28

THE  GALWAY SHAWL

One never knows what goes on

with the next person; so you

have to be nosy and talk to them.

Did you know everyone has a song,

everyone has a story, so you have to
ask them what their song and story are.

“You two - how did you catch each other?" “Well it wasn’t jewels, diamonds, no powder - no paint. It was ….”

“Well, she wore a bonnet with a ribbon,

we did some walking and some talking,

but what did it was: the Galway Shawl.”

 © Andy Costello, Reflections 2018

November 28, 2018

Thought for today: 

“A small  thing  often makes a greater revelation of character than battles where thousands die.”  

Plutarch [A.D. 46-120]

November 27, 2018

BLUE

Blue - easy on the eyes -

blue skies and blue eyes -

memories of the blue beach waters

of the Mediterranean and the Caribbean -

then there were those letters

written with bright  blue ink

on white or yellow paper -

letters from my parents -

but mostly from my mom -

when at school - way, way back -

away from home - on my own -

blue - the color that calms

the heart beat in my chest

when I’m worried and restless -

when I’m agitated

like the  wild red fires -

destroying the coastal forests -

but I still don’t know why

when I’m feeling down

they call that feeling blue.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018