A Rest Day

 

The holiest of all holidays are those
 Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
 The secret anniversaries of the heart,
 When the full river of feeling overflows;

Holidays,   poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

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Happiness and Joy

Learn to enjoy every minute of your life. Be happy now. Don't wait for something outside of yourself to make you happy in the future. Think how really precious is the time you have to spend, whether it's at work or with your family. Every minute should be enjoyed and savored.

- Earl Nightingale

Pure Pleasure

“I was surrounded by friends, my work was immense, and pleasures were abundant. Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil. Overall, I was happiest to be alone; for it was then I was most aware of what I possessed. Free to look out over the rooftops of the city. Happy to be alone in the company of friends, the company of lovers and strangers. Everything, I decided, in this life, was pure pleasure.”

- Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

Splendour in the Grass

Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass
And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
Blow over me - I am so tired, so tired
Of passing pleasant places! All my life,
Following Care along the dusty road,
Have I looked back at loveliness and sighed;
Yet at my hand an unrelenting hand
Tugged ever, and I passed. All my life long
Over my shoulder have I looked at peace;
And now I fain would lie in this long grass
And close my eyes.

- Edna St. Vincent Millay, Journey

Gloom

“The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.”

- M. Scott Peck

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I wish, i would be able to believe it, but I'm personally convinced, that religion is something, which was made up, to satisfy the human curiosity, when we were unable to try to achieve existential answers through logic and science - But then again, it's my perspective, and I'm - just like everyone else - not able to state my point of view as the "thruth".

comment by TheMizProductions @ Tears in heaven/Eric Clapton

I'm goin' through some rough times in a relationship right now with a girl I love more than any material thing on this earth and this song is one of the few things that keeps me goin' through the day. This song is practically my life's theme song...

comment by Arnold1117 @ I'm No Stranger to the Rain/Keith Whitley

The love of my life died January 3rd of this year. I thought that I had finally got what I was wishing for but he was taken from me. Now I am wish for love to find me again. I wish on all the stars at night that true love finds me again. Till then I will keep wishing. I hope everyone finds true love and cherishes it because you never know when it will be taken from you. There is true love out there for everyone just be patient it will come.

comment by MsJuicywoman @ Someone Else's Star/Bryan White

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Reflections of Life

Somewhere there is that fear which makes me closed and hard and sad and desperate and angry and hopeless. It seems to be so subtle that I don't even really get in touch with it.
- Osho

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A man growing old becomes a child again

Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young. The greatest thing in life is to keep your mind young.
- Henry Ford

life crawls slow, but green

life's little journeys

Refreshing

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.
- John Ruskin.

Summer Special

Juicy watermelons - Regular roadside scene to quench the summer thirst.

oh.. this world of reality

A few moments of glory and the world of reality again.

the brighter side of life

Street Dog

Every dog has its Day

Harbour View

Rise, brothers, rise, the wakening skies pray
to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn
like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore,
and set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for
we are the sons of the sea.

No longer delay, let us hasten away in the
track of the sea-gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother,
the waves are our comrades all.
What though we toss at the fall of the sun
where the hand of the sea-god drives?
He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide
in his breast our lives.

Sweet is the shade of the cocoanut glade, and
the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the
moon with the sound of the voices we love.
But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the spray
and the dance of the wild foam's glee:
Row, brothers, row to the blue of the verge,
where the low sky mates with the sea.

- Coromandel Fishers by Sarojini Naidu

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Puppy Days

Ok. Now how long should I pose like this?

Following you always.

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Peace

O God, let there be peace.

Tolerance

Tolerance is a secret and sacred way to enrich our human life.

-Sri Chinmoy

Mango Mania

Mangoes here, mangoes there,
the king of fruits is everywhere.
Some are sweet, some are sour,
but eating mango is never a bore.
Some go into jams, some into pickle,
either way the tastebuds tickle.
Some into jellies, some into juices,
or simply be eaten with salt on slices.

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A tribute to all those grandmothers, and mothers who pass on the wonderful tradition, and art of mango-pickling.
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Mango, delicious mango - A beautiful article by V.Gangadhar

V.Gangadhar is better known for his hillarious weekly coloumn Slice of Life in the sunday magazines of The Hindu.

Resting Souls

Be patient, weary body, soon the night

Will wrap thee gently in her sable sheet,

And with a leaden sigh thou wilt invite

To rest thy tired hands and aching feet.

The wretched day was theirs, the night is mine;

Come tender sleep, and fold me to thy breast.

But what steals out the gray clouds like red wine?

O dawn! O dreaded dawn! O let me rest.

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The Tired Worker - poem by Claude McKay