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Photo by Adam Dutton.
Famous to Whom?
This poem by Naomi Shihab Nye is grabbing my heart right now:
The river is famous to the fish.
The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.
The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.
The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.
The idea you carry close to your bosom
is famous to your bosom.
The boot is famous to the earth,
more famous than the dress shoe,
which is famous only to floors.
The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it
and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.
I want to be famous to shuffling men
who smile while crossing streets,
sticky children in grocery lines,
famous as the one who smiled back.
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.
RIGHT???!?!?!?!?? Straight to the guts!
Infinite Flow is a dance company that works with dancers with mixed abilities, and their work is STUNNING.
The River of Life
"The man who, in old age, can see his life in this way, will not suffer from the fear of death, since the things he cares for will continue. And if, with the decay of vitality, weariness increases, the thought of rest will not be unwelcome. I should wish to die while still at work, knowing that others will carry on what I can no longer do and content in the thought that what was possible has been done."Here is what I like about this: it lets go of the notion that you have to "finish" some work in your life in order for it to be worthwhile. The work is not yours, but you are a part of the work. You contribute what you can and then know that someone else will pick up where you left off and carry it much farther than you ever could.
-Bertrand Russell (more here)
Artist Katrina McHugh has made the most lovely series of art infographics describing the lyrics of pop songs.
Do Not Be Daunted
Artist Grace D. Chin made a beautiful print reminding us all of this most vital quote from the Talmud. It's a good reminder with the seeming abundance of grief in the world these days:
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