How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”
I did not attend his funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
Charles Alston - Midnight Vigil
Charles Alston was an educator and artist that came to prominence during the Harlem Renaissance. I had never heard of him before today. And I am saddened by that.
Read about him on at the JAMA (Journal of American Medical Association) website where this painting was featured in December 2008 : http://jama.ama-assn.org/content/300/21/2460.full
Teach us to realize the brevity of life, so that we may grow in wisdom.
I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news.
"Take the adventure, heed the call, now ere the irrevocable moment passes! Tis but a banging of the door behind you, a blithesome step forward, and you are out of your old life and into the new!"
–Kenneth Grahame, Scottish writer, best known for The Wind in the Willows.
Photo Credit: C. Santana, “They Disappear…”
With gratitude to chasingtailfeathers.