What is to give light must first endure burning.
Google Doodle for July 18, 2014: Nelson Mandela’s birthday
Ripples in the Fabric that is the Sea
Photographed by: Paolo Nacpil
Photography, sea, ocean
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.
Attract what you expect,
Reflect what you desire,
Become what you respect,
Mirror what you admire.
himilayan blue poppy on Flickr.
You are never alone or helpless. The force that guides the stars guides you too.
Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others’ faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.
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Insist on yourself. Never imitate. For your own talent you can present every moment with all the force of a lifetime’s cultivation, but of the adopted stolen talents of anybody else you have only a frigid brief extempore half-expression.
One of the things I do, when I step on the stage, when I stand up to translate, when I go to teach my classes,when I go to direct a movie, I bring everyone who has ever been kind to me with me.
Black, White, Asian, Spanish-speaking, Native American, Gay, Straight, Everybody. I say, “Come with me, I’m going on the stage. Come with me, I need you now.” Long dead. You see? So I don’t ever feel I have no help. I’ve had rainbows in my clouds.
And the thing to do it seems to me, is to prepare yourself so that you can be a rainbow in somebody else’s cloud, somebody who may not look like you, may not call God the same name you call God, if they call God at all. You see? I may not eat the same dishes
prepared the way you do. May not dance your dances.
Or speak your language. But, be a blessing to somebody.
That’s what I think.
…and, I got onto the streetcar. I can remember the way the sun fell on the slats of the wooden seats. I sat there and I thought about [my mother]. I thought, “Suppose she’s right…She’s intelligent and she says she’s too mean to lie. So suppose I am going to be somebody.”
She released me. She freed me…to say I may have something in me that would be of value, maybe not just to me.
You see, that’s love.”