“Awareness first, acceptance, action.”
“Living is not thinking. Thought is formed and guided by objective reality outside us. Living is the constant adjustment of thought to life and life to thought in such a way that we are always growing, always experiencing new things in the old and old things in the new. Thus life is always new.”
– -Thomas Merton
“Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow”
“Karmanye Vadhikaraste, Ma phaleshou kada chana – You have a right to perform your prescribed duty, but you are not entitled to the fruits of actions.”
“He who thieves this Book
May he die the death of pain,
May he be frizzled in the pan.
Says the servant of the Lord;
Steal not this Book, stranger or friend
Or fearing the Gallows will be your end.
And when you die the Lord will say
Where is my Book that you stole away?”
–found within Vanitha Sankaran’s book Watermark
and referencing a curse upon the endpapers of Liber copositae medicinae, which upon searching was written by Hildegard Von Bingen (St. Hildegard) Click HERE for information about St. Hildegard.
I have no idea at this juncture how much fiction is contained within this work of Historical Fiction and I may have put created curses within truly published works. The curse itself was of interest to me.
“Who was it who said that what is hidden or cannot be said grows more powerful? ‘I told my wrath, my wrath did end…I told it not, my wrath did grow.’
I remember now: Blake. ‘A Poison Tree’.”
–Deborah Lawrenson, The Lantern
“A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.”
“Some people prefer lies to the truth. The ambiguities and evasions they live by are what they use to protect themselves. An attempt to know these people is like peeling the layers of an onion. An apt analogy; too, because tears will fall, if you try to love them.”
–Deborah Lawrenson, The Lantern
“Do not trifle with your perceptions, or hold them cheap. They are your door to the seven heavens, and if you pass it by you will miss your way: Say, what impresses me ought to impress me. I am bewildered by the immense variety of attractions and cannot take a step ; but this one thread, fine as gossamer, is yet real; and I hear a whisper, which I dare trust, that it is the thread on which the earth and the heaven of heavens are strung. The universe is traversed by paths or bridges or stepping-stones across the gulfs of space in every direction. To every soul that is created is its path, invisible to all but itself. Each soul, therefore, walking in its own path walks firmly; and to the astonishment of all other souls, who see not its path, it goes as softly and playfully on its way as if, instead of being a line, narrow as the edge of a sword, over terrific pits right and left, it were a wide prairie. Genius is a delicate sensibility to the laws of the world, adding the power to express them again in some new form. The highest measure of poetic power is such insight and faculty to fuse the circumstances of today as shall make transparent the whole web of circumstance and opinion in which the man finds himself, so that he releases himself from the traditions in which he grew, – no longer looks back to Hebrew or Greek or English use or tradition in religion, laws, or life, but sees so truly the omnipresence of eternal cause that he can convert the daily and hourly event of New York, of Boston, into universal symbols. I owe to genius always the same debt, of lifting the curtain from the common and showing me that gods are sitting disguised in every company.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson