ferine: (Default)
Cultivating a Positive Mindset

"Think in a calm, pacified, and reflective manner instead of being disturbed, agitated, and impulsive in one's reactions.
Put ideas together rationally and arrive at the right judgment even in the absence of obvious evidence or proof.
Decide, plan, and execute a course of action in a patient, persistent, and disciplined manner.
Recognize the changes and be flexible in adapting to them.
Observe and perceive things with a sense of humor instead of outrage, indignation, and anger.
Let go of useless and counterproductive thoughts, desires, and ambitions instead of being preoccupied with them.
Relax and meditate or rest.
Resist temptation and coercion."

- Michael Fekete


Desiderata
By Max Ehrmann, 1952

“Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy. ”

- Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, 1927. Max Ehrmann (1872–1945), a poet and lawyer from Terre Haute, Indiana.


Ten Positive Energy Prescriptions

"1. Awaken intuition and rejuvenate yourself.
2. Find a nurturing spiritual path.
3. Design an energy-aware approach to diet, fitness and health.
4. Generate positive emotional energy to counter negativity.
5. Develop a heart-centered sexuality.
6. Open yourself to the flow of inspiration and creativity.
7. Celebrate the sacredness of laughter, pampering, and the replenishment of retreat.
8. Attract positive people and situations.
9. Protect yourself from energy vampires.
10. Create abundance."

- Judith Orloff, M.D..
Positive Energy, 2004




The Ten Grave Precepts

"1. Affirm life; Do not kill.
2. Be giving; Do not steal.
3. Honor the body; Do not misuse sexuality.
4. Manifest truth; Do not lie.
5. Proceed clearly; Do not cloud the mind.
6. See the perfection; Do not speak of others errors and faults.
7. Realize self and other as one; Do not elevate the self and blame others.
8. Give generously; do not be withholding.
9. Actualize harmony; Do not be angry.
10. Experience the intimacy of things; Do not defile the Eight Treasures."

- John Daido Loori, The Eight Gates of Zen, 2002
ferine: (Default)
"Your distress about life might mean you have been living for the wrong reason, not that you have no reason for living." ~Tom O'Connor

"Respect for ourselves guides our morals; respect for others guides our manners. ~Laurence Sterne

"That's the way things come clear. All of a sudden. And then you realize how obvious they've been all along." ~Madeleine L'Engle
ferine: (owl in suit)
A wise old owl crept into my soul
About fourteen years ago
Some old ones remember
Lynx curled up on the back burner
Not really gone, not ever,
Just contentedly napping
As the owl started flapping
And shook itself awake

Such has come over me again
The last six years sightings
No longer dismissed as mere coincidence
It's about time, I know,
To untether and go with the flow
To make peace with the unbearable weight
Of Knowing,
To acknowledge the worth
Of simply being.
ferine: (Default)
In the earliest time,

when both people and animals lived on the earth,

a person could become an animal if he wanted to

and an animal could become a human being.

Sometimes they were people

and sometimes animals

and there was no difference.

All spoke the same language.

That was the time when words were like magic.

The human mind had mysterious powers.

A word spoken by chance

might have strange consequences.

It would suddenly come alive

and what people wanted to happen could happen--

all you had to do was to say it.

Nobody can explain this:

That's the way it was.

Edward Field, Songs and Stories of the Netsilik Eskimos
ferine: (Yule)
When Wolves Rescued Santa
by Suzanne Asha Stone and posted on 21 December 2010
For your holiday enjoyment (and with apologies to Clement C. Moore)!


‘Twas the eve before Yuletide
And to Santa’s great dismay
Came such an icy blizzard
Reindeer couldn’t lift the sleigh.
As the elves paced and worried
And Santa’s face grew a scowl
A song echoed from the woods:
A wolf pack’s ancient howl.
From the thick of the storm
O’er snow on big padded feet
Came eight silvery wolves
Ice and wind could not beat.
Santa’s mouth hung open wide
As the wolves paired up in front of his sleigh
Then he sputtered to the elves
“Well…then… let’s be on our way!”
Santa met and thanked each wolf
While the elves finished loading the last gift
Then he sprinkled their fur with fairy dust
Chuckling, “That’ll give you a lift.”
“They won’t believe this in Wyoming!”
He laughed, a merry twinkle in his eyes
Then the elves harnessed the wolves
Giving a mighty pull they took to the skies!
From the thick of the storm
O’er snow on big padded feet
Came eight silvery wolves
Ice and wind could not beat.
On Lightfoot! On Blacktail! On Windswift! On Howler!
On GreenEyes! On MoonSong! On Hunter! On Prowler!
The wolves’ eyes glowed as they leapt through the storm
Santa wished his own coat would keep him as warm.
That night the wolves even taught Santa to howl
A song filled with hope for Peace and for Joy
That this season may bring for all Life on Earth
As they left special gifts for each girl and boy.
‘Twas that icy eve before Yuletide
Santa will fondly remember
When wolves rescued his mission
That stormy December.

For Orion. Suzanne Asha Stone ©2010
ferine: (What Would Sarah Do? (from Labyrinth))
Feeling Sorry for Myself

I start with a groan, swelling to a moan,
rising to a keen, ascending
to a shriek that tapers off in a thin wail.
I hug myself and, whimpering,
rock back and forth on my heels.
No one has ever known such sadness.
No one can grasp how I feel.

I smash an egg over each eye.
I smear my face with coal and pepper.
I wear a paper bag soaked through
with spoiled watermelon and pork grease.
I shred my happy past - my books,
pictures, and poems, published or not.
I'll never fly fish again.

I'll never make love again.
I'll never sit outside and watch night
stretch its starry tent over the sky.
There will be no more metaphors.
I am more sorrowful than a sorrowing man.
Life has no more meaning to me
than a life without meaning.

My heart slows. My blood congeals
to brown, vein-clogging mush.
My stomach goes on strike; my colon
bars its door. People assume
I'm terminal. They imagine what
would make them feel the way I look,
and project their paltry problems onto me.

As if they could fathom my misery
by waterwinging over its abyss!
My pain is too heavy to lift,
too vast to measure, too ineffable to name,
and incalculably too precious to share.
I dig my grave in a landfill, and topple in.
I rub dirt and dog droppings in my hair.

I've sunk so low it's funny; so I start to giggle.
Then to chortle. Then to roar. Mothers
clutch their bleating kids, and rush away.
Gangbangers dash to the far side of the street.
I crawl out of my grave, strip, and shower
with a gunk-filled water hose.
I shake and shiver, grinning, in the filthy air.

by Charles Harper Webb
ferine: (Ending is beginning)
I reach deep into my lonely mind and carve out a full moon.
High into night's starry sky I hang it like a mirror.
Forever let it hang there, sending back the image of my love.
by Chong Chol (1536-1593)
ferine: (Ruminating)
The Fighter

I fight a battle every day
Against discouragement and fear;
Some foe stands always in my way,
The path ahead is never clear!

I must forever be on guard
Against the doubts that skulk along;
I get ahead by fighting hard,
But fighting keeps my spirit strong.

I hear the croakings of Despair,
The dark predictions of the weak;
I find myself pursued by Care,
No matter what the end I seek;
My victories are small and few,
It matters not how hard I strive;
Each day the fight begins anew,
But fighting keeps my hopes alive.

My dreams are spoiled by circumstance,
My plans are wrecked by Fate or Luck;
Some hour, perhaps, will come my chance,
But that great hour has never struck;
My progress has been slow and hard,
I've had to climb and crawl and swim,
Fighting for ever stubborn yard;
But I have kept in fighting trim.

I have to fight my doubts away
And be on guard against my fears;
The feeble croaking of Dismay
Has been familiar through the years;
My dearest plans keep going wrong,
Events combine to thwart my will;
But fighting keeps my spirit strong,
And I am undefeated still!
by Samuel Ellsworth Kiser (1862-1942)


Read more... )
ferine: (Yule stag)
The Yule Cat
The oldest written sources on the Icelandic Yule Cat are from the Nineteenth Century. These refer to the fact that those who do not get a new item of clothing for Yule are destined to become offerings for the Yule Cat. It may sound strange that the deprived ones will also become the sacrifices, but this tradition is based on the fact that every effort was made to finish all work with the Autumn wool before Yule. The reward for those who took part in the work was a new piece of clothing. Those who were lazy received nothing. Thus the Yule Cat was used as an incentive to get people to work harder.

A woman describes a scene from her youth in the last century thus: "We were lazy doing this chore. Then we were reminded of the Yule Cat. We thought that was some terrible beast and the last thing we wanted was to be one of his offers".

One of Iceland's most beloved poets in this century, Jóhannes úr Kötlum, wrote a lay about the Yule Cat. It follows in the translation of Vignir Jónsson, who says: "You'll have to forgive me but I didn't make it rhyme - I'm not much of a poet."
Read more... )
ferine: (Default)
"I will dance
The dance of dying days
And sleeping life.

I will dance
In cold, dead leaves
A bending, whirling human flame.

I will dance
As the Horned God rides
Across the skies.

I will dance
To the music of His hounds
Running, baying in chorus.

I will dance
With the ghosts of those
Gone before.

I will dance
Between the sleep of life
And the dream of death.

I will dance
On Samhain's dusky eye,
I will dance."

~ Karen Bergquist, An Autumn Chant
ferine: (Default)
"The harvest moon hangs round and high
It dodges clouds up in the sky,
The stars wink down their love and mirth
The Autumn season is giving birth.
Oh, it must be October
The leaves of red, bright gold and brown,
To Mother Earth come tumbling down,
The breezy nights, the ghostly sights,
The eerie spooky far off sounds
Are signs that it's October.
The pumpkins yellow, big and round
Are carried by costumed clumsy clowns
It's Halloween - let's celebrate."

~ Pearl N. Sorrels, 'It Must be October'
ferine: (Default)
"Between the heavens and the earth
The way now opens to bring forth
The Hosts of those who went on before;
Hail! We see them now come through the Open Door.

Now the veils of worlds are thin;
To move out you must move in.
Let the Balefires now be made,
Mine the spark within them laid.

Move beyond the fiery screen,
Between the seen and the unseen;
Shed your anger and your fear,
Live anew in a new year!"

~ Lore of the Door
ferine: (Default)
"A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me--a sky, air, light:
a being. And before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
and struck my shoulder as if with
the flat of a sword, granting me
honor and a task. The day's blow
rang out, metallic--or it was I, a bell awakened,
and what I heard was my whole self
saying and singing what it knew: I can."

~ Denise Levertov, 'Variation on a Theme by Rilke'
ferine: (Default)
"As autumn returns to earth's northern hemisphere,
and day and night are briefly,
but perfectly,
balanced at the equinox,
may we remember anew how fragile life is ----
human life, surely,
but also the lives of all other creatures,
trees and plants,
waters and winds.

May we make wise choices in how and what we harvest,
may earth's weather turn kinder,
may there be enough food for all creatures,
may the diminishing light in our daytime skies
be met by an increasing compassion and tolerance
in our hearts."

~ Kathleen Jenks, 'Autumn Lore'
ferine: (Default)
"I know the year is dying,
Soon the summer will be dead.
I can trace it in the flying
Of the black crows overhead;
I can hear it in the rustle
Of the dead leaves as I pass,
And the south wind's plaintive sighing
Through the dry and withered grass.

Ah, 'tis then I love to wander,
Wander idly and alone,
Listening to the solemn music
Of sweet nature's undertone;
Wrapt in thoughts I cannot utter,
Dreams my tongue cannot express,
Dreams that match the autumn's sadness
In their longing tenderness."

~ Mortimer Crane Brown, 'Autumn Dreams'

Fitting...

Jun. 23rd, 2008 01:44 pm
ferine: (Ruminating)
Discovered these today.

Very wise...

"A friend to all is a friend to none."
- Aristotle

"True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and choice."
- Samuel Johnston (1709 - 1784) British lexicographer

"Tell me what company thou keepst, and I'll tell thee what thou art."
- Miguel de Cervantes (1547 - 1616) Spanish novelist

"A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after."
- Anne Morrow Lindbergh

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."
- Martin Luther King Jr.


Now to reply to your beautiful comments. >:-)
ferine: (Ruminating)
"Do not brood over your past mistakes and failures as this will only fill your mind with grief, regret and depression. Do not repeat them in the future."
~Swami Sivananda

"Never let go of hope. One day you will see that it all has finally come together. What you have always wished for has finally come to be. You will look back and laugh at what has passed and you will ask yourself... 'How did I get through all of that?'."
~anon
ferine: (Growth)
(From the back of the insert in Omnia's History CD):

Through the concrete and the asphalt
You can see the forest.
In the endless drone of traffic
You can hear the song of birds.
On the poisoned breath of the city
You can smell the Spring.
Despite the walls around you
You are free...
ferine: (Laughing)
The following was brought to my attention by the lovely [livejournal.com profile] errantmystic:

(from www.ecauldron.com/humor09.php):

The Wiccan-Shaman-Druid Song

(sung to the tune of "I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy")

I'm a Wiccan-Shaman-Druid,
I am new age through and through.
Decked in crystals from my head to toe,
With feathers and pyramids, too.
My spirit-guide is from Atlantis.
He's a Zen-Aztec guru.
Come and spend the weekend with us,
For two thousand dollars
You'll be a Wiccan-Shaman too.

I'm an Elvis-Loki-Viking.
I channel Ashley Montague.
In a former life I was a gypsy clerk,
Bull fighter, and troubadour, too.
I know five Illuminati,
They're a strange and motley crew.
There's a priest from ancient China,
He lives in my basement.
He is an Elvis-Viking too.

My coven is part Rosicrucian,
Mixed with some Theosophy.
Add in some stuff from the Golden Dawn,
'Cause Crowley's just all right with me.
I've got twelve initiations,
I've seen all there is too see.
And watch out for those strange Co-Mason-Santaria-Druids,
They'll cement your chickens to a tree.

I've got a pipe ceremony,
Adapted from the O.T.O.
I use a sweatlodge for my Beltane rites,
The Maypole is just there for show.
I have got a glass athame,
With batteries to make it glow.
It's just great for calling quarters
In my new tradition:
The Lynn Andrews-Buckland-Starhawk Grove.

Important: If this page annoys and upsets you, please carefully read this page before complaining to the webmaster (or me for posting it).

Being

Nov. 19th, 2007 10:54 am
ferine: (Default)
"Too many people try to be spiritual instead of just being." ~ [livejournal.com profile] shewolfen

Profile

ferine: (Default)
Sarah B. Chamberlain

Custom Text

I rarely make public posts, but I often make posts that are visible to a small audience of friends. If you want to follow my blog, please send me a PM, and ask me to grant access to you. Thanks!

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 19th, 2017 03:15 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios