“Appreciation is a wonderful thing: It makes what
is excellent in others belong to us as well.”—Voltaire
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“I wonder if the
snow loves the
trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up
snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep,
darlings, till the summer comes again.”—Lewis
Carroll
“We human beings are tuned such that we crave
great melody and great lyrics. And if somebody writes a great song, it’s timeless
that we as humans are going to feel something for that and there’s going to be
a real appreciation.”—Art Garfunkel
“My expectations were reduced to zero when I was 21.
Everything since then has been a bonus."—Stephen Hawking
Midweek Motif ~ Appreciation
Isn’t it an ‘Art’ in itself?
So…craft this Art in your words today.
The Week of Diana
By
Maya Angelou
The dark lantern of
world sadness has cast its shadow upon the land.
We stumble into our misery on leaden feet.
Our minds seek to comprehend the unknowable and our hearts seek to
Measure a tomorrow without the Sunshine Princess.
Her hands which had held bright tiaras and jewelled crowns,
Also stroked the faces of pain along
Angola's dusty roads.
She was born to the privilege of plenty
Yet, she communed with the needy without a show of pompous piety.
Glowing in Bosnia, radiant at glittering balls,
We came to love her and claim her for her grace and accessibility.
Luminous always.
We smiled to see her enter and grinned at her happiness.
Now the world we made is forever changed…
Made smaller, meaner, less colorful.
Yet, because she did live,
Because she ventured life and confronted change,
She has left us a legacy.
We also may dare…
To care for some other than ourselves and those who look like us.
And maybe we can take a lesson from her
And try to live our lives
With passion, compassion, humor and grace.
Goodbye Sunshine Princess.
We stumble into our misery on leaden feet.
Our minds seek to comprehend the unknowable and our hearts seek to
Measure a tomorrow without the Sunshine Princess.
Her hands which had held bright tiaras and jewelled crowns,
Also stroked the faces of pain along
Angola's dusty roads.
She was born to the privilege of plenty
Yet, she communed with the needy without a show of pompous piety.
Glowing in Bosnia, radiant at glittering balls,
We came to love her and claim her for her grace and accessibility.
Luminous always.
We smiled to see her enter and grinned at her happiness.
Now the world we made is forever changed…
Made smaller, meaner, less colorful.
Yet, because she did live,
Because she ventured life and confronted change,
She has left us a legacy.
We also may dare…
To care for some other than ourselves and those who look like us.
And maybe we can take a lesson from her
And try to live our lives
With passion, compassion, humor and grace.
Goodbye Sunshine Princess.
Uncertain Lease – Develops Lustre
By Emily Dickinson
Uncertain
lease—develops lustre
On Time
Uncertain Grasp, appreciation
Of Sum—
The shorter Fate—is oftener the chiefest
Because
Inheritors upon a tenure
Prize—
On Time
Uncertain Grasp, appreciation
Of Sum—
The shorter Fate—is oftener the chiefest
Because
Inheritors upon a tenure
Prize—
Modern Love XLI: How Many A Thing
By
Ogdan Nash
How
many a thing which we cast to the ground,
When
others pick it up becomes a gem!
We
grasp at all the wealth it is to them;
And
by reflected light its worth is found.
Yet
for us still 'tis nothing! and that zeal
Of
false appreciation quickly fades.
This
truth is little known to human shades,
How
rare from their own instinct 'tis to feel!
They
waste the soul with spurious desire,
That
is not the ripe flame upon the bough.
We
two have taken up a lifeless vow
To
rob a living passion: dust for fire!
Madam
is grave, and eyes the clock that tells
Approaching
midnight.
We have struck despair
We have struck despair
Into
two hearts.
O, look we like a pair
O, look we like a pair
Who
for fresh nuptials joyfully yield all else?
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