Member: writergabriel

Susan,

sorry it took me so long to respond. thanks for inviting me as a friend. Did you read James Hillman book on Psychotherapy ?

David Perrings

posted by dperrings at 7:32 pm (EST) on Oct 16, 2009

Be Grateful

(Edgar Guest)

Be grateful for the kindly friends that walk along your way;
Be grateful for the skies of blue that smile from day to day;
Be grateful for the health you own, the work you find to do,
For round about you there are men less fortunate than you.

Be grateful for the growing trees, the roses soon to bloom,
The tenderness of kindly hearts that shared your days of gloom;
Be grateful for the morning dew, the grass beneath your feet,
The soft caresses of your babes and all their laughter sweet.

Acquire the grateful habit, learn to see how blest you are,
How much there is to gladden life, how little life to mar!
And what if rain shall fall today and you with grief are sad;
Be grateful that you can recall the joys that you have had.

posted by theoldman at 1:47 pm (EST) on Feb 24, 2009

Hello Susan, I would love to be your new friend. It has been so long since I've logged in that my membership has expired, but I just took care of that with a new lifetime membership. Looks like we have many connections, similar tags...Jung, spirituality, memoir, feminine principles, etc. Wow! Just a few notes... I live in Texas; I am a retired United Methodist minister; I spent a year in Kusnacht, Switzerland, near Zurich studying at the Jung Institute; I belong to a women's writing group. Much more, but I am off to meet a friend for lunch. Wish you could join us. Linda

posted by lintexas at 11:34 am (EST) on Feb 14, 2009

Miracles
By Walt Whitman

Why! who makes much of a miracle?
As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love--or sleep in the bed at night with
any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with my mother,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds--or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down--or of stars shining so quiet
and bright,
Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring;
Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best--
mechanics, boatmen, farmers,
Or among the savans--or to the soiree--or to the opera,
Or stand a long while looking at the movements of machinery,
Or behold children at their sports,
Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect old
woman,
Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial,
Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;
These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring--yet each distinct, and in its place.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;
Every spear of grass--the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women,
and all that concerns them,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.

To me the sea is a continual miracle;
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the ships,
with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

- Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
American poet, essayist, journalist, and humanist.

posted by theoldman at 12:03 pm (EST) on Feb 3, 2009

Forgot to say.... thanks for your friend request!
Sally Kneidel

posted by SallyKneidel at 2:36 pm (EST) on Feb 2, 2009

Hi Susan

I see you like Anne Lamott too. Have you read Operating Instructions? That's my favorite of her books.

Sally Kneidel

posted by SallyKneidel at 2:36 pm (EST) on Feb 2, 2009

Susan,

thanks for your friend request. I see a lot in common between our libraries.

One book that I am currently reading that i highly recommend is

The Gift by Lewis Hyde.

Also reading Tess of the D'Urbervilles.

David Perrings

posted by dperrings at 5:39 pm (EST) on Jan 29, 2009