It's All About the Journey

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World of Terror

A long time in speaking up.  Fear of people thinking I’m too radical.  Too shallow minded. 

Freedom of speech in hand, I want to say this: “why are tourists allowed to go to hostile countries?”  I think that, until situations change, no one should be allowed to travel into a hostile country.  It is a sad thing that Otto has lost his life.  But a very foolish thing for our government to allow tourists the ability to travel into a hostile country.  We are asking for trouble.  Guidance is needed.  Why are we setting ourselves up for failure, for loss of life?  

We have to show wisdom and discernment.  Is this a good experience or a bad one?  Are my actions in keeping with their culture, or am I putting myself (and possibly others) at risk?  

Be careful Americans.  Know what you’re getting into.  We have to take care of ourselves!



“What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think…you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after our own, but the great man is he who, in the midst of the crowd, keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.”

The House at Riverton

The House at Riverton (author Kate Morgan)

I chose it, from the hospital cart in the lobby, for it’s title.  I was captivated by the book all the way through.  Kate Morgan plays her hand well.  While I was able to figure out one mystery, the climax of the story came almost at the end.  Very well written.

The story line regards a lady’s maid, a poor child, whose mother once was a maid at Riverton.  It unfolds almost immediately with our heroine’s fascination with the children who visit the manor.

The aspect I truly enjoyed is how the author can capture the heart of the old person.  The lesson for me is that I need to pay attention, everyone is special.

“I like Sylvia.  She’s one of the few people able to look beyond the lines on my face to see the 20 year old.”

“…time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints.  Blood and spirit fade away so that only names and dates remain. “

This is a true to life (fiction) novel about the ending of Victorian ways and Edwardian times.  Anyone interested in reading about how life once was will enjoy this New York Times Bestseller.  Well done, Kate Morgan!

Thought for the Day

The spiritual measure of inspiration is the depth of the thought, and never, who said it…

The Transcendentalist, by Ralph Waldo Emerson


Literary Ethics … Snippets of Emerson

…the difference of circumstance is merely costume…ask the details of nature’s Now…be lord of a day, through wisdom and justice, and you can put up your history books.


A Man’s Life

Overwhelmed by Emerson this morning, he writes:

…we are not permitted to stand as spectators of the pageant which the times exhibit: we are parties also, and have a responsibility which is not to be declined.  A little while this interval of wonder and comparison is permitted us, but to the end that we shall play a manly part.  As the solar system moves forward in the heavens, certain stars open before us, and certain stars close up behind us; so is a man’s life.

We stand in the light of Ideas, whose rays stream through us to those younger and more in the dark…Today is a King in disguise.  Today always looks mean to the thoughtless, in the face of a uniform experience, that all good and great and happy actions are made up precisely of these blank days.

Let us play our part well.


The Word for Today

I have not many thoughts of my own today, only peaceful feelings from the readings of Emerson and Thoreau.  Sometimes they are too great for me and I have to sit back and ponder.  I don’t know if I told you, I have a little notebook I write their words in. I read and reflect, I keep it close at hand.  I try to add my own, Emerson has encouraged that, although I must admit I am far from his eloquence.

Sit back and ponder with me, if you will…

Thoreau (from Walden, in the Conclusion):

“..and think of your work with satisfaction,–every nail should be as another rivet in the machine of the universe, you carrying on the work….

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.  I sat at  table where were rich food and wine in abundance, and obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable  board….

As I stand over the insect crawling amid the pine needles on the forest floor, and endeavoring to conceal itself from my sight, and ask myself why it will cherish those humble thoughts, and impart to its race some cheering information, I am reminded of the greater Benefactor and Intelligence that stands over me the human insect.

The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us.  Only that day dawns to which we are awake.  There is more day to dawn.  The sun is but a morning star.