Saw these quotes today. Someone had painted the lines on various walls at a SE Portland business. They're worth passing along.
"You must DO the things you fear you cannot." -- Eleanor Roosevelt
"If you want to be happy, practice compassion." -- Dalai Lama
"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."
"In searching for truth, be ready for the unexpected." -- Herakleitos
Another thing I liked about this place? They provided every imaginable flavor of Stash tea for sipping while we waited! I tried the mango passionfruit blend. Yum.
Frenchman's Bay, Maine
Friday, January 21, 2011
What The Wild Goose Knows
I occasionally find little scraps of paper at odd locations in our house, where I've written down bits of conversations and phrases and words that interested me. Yesterday I came across a torn-off fragment, with something Mom said to me last year: "No one knows what the wild goose knows." So I started wondering, was it a line from a poem, or an old saying, or what? Can't ask her anymore. When I googled the words, this is what came up.
Cry of the Wild Goose--Frankie Laine
"My heart knows what the wild goose knows,
I must go where the wild goose goes.
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wanderin' fool or a heart at rest?
Tonight I heard the wild goose cry,
Wingin' north in the lonely sky.
Tried to sleep, it weren't no use,
'Cause I am a brother to the old wild goose..."
Thinking about geese reminds me of a guy I knew in high school. He liked to tease, and often called me "you silly goose." Since then, I have a soft spot in my heart for geese, even if they're usually cranky and try to bite people's ankles.
Another thought--if you haven't read White's essay, "The Geese," it's worth checking out--and can be found in his book, Essays of E.B. White.
Cry of the Wild Goose--Frankie Laine
"My heart knows what the wild goose knows,
I must go where the wild goose goes.
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wanderin' fool or a heart at rest?
Tonight I heard the wild goose cry,
Wingin' north in the lonely sky.
Tried to sleep, it weren't no use,
'Cause I am a brother to the old wild goose..."
Thinking about geese reminds me of a guy I knew in high school. He liked to tease, and often called me "you silly goose." Since then, I have a soft spot in my heart for geese, even if they're usually cranky and try to bite people's ankles.
Another thought--if you haven't read White's essay, "The Geese," it's worth checking out--and can be found in his book, Essays of E.B. White.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Happy 2011!
For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
--T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"
People are so worried about what they eat between Christmas and the New Year, but they really should be worried about what they eat between the New Year and Christmas.
--Author Unknown
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