Memories and dreams

We all have our time machines. 
Some take us back, they're called memories. 
Some take us forward, they're called dreams. 
Jeremy Irons

Tracks

No one can pass through life, any more than he can pass through a bit of country, without leaving tracks behind, and those tracks may often be helpful to those coming after him in finding their way. 

Robert Baden-Powell`s words.
Pic: Taken by me in a cornfield at Skoklefall in Nesodden, Norway.

Isaac Newton

I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me. 

Pic: me.

Blues

Pics: me - arr: John Nordahl

I have only one thing to do and that's

To be the wave that I am and then
Sink back into the ocean...

Fiona Apple

Shadow

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

Pedro Calderon de la Barca

Pic: Barbro 

Michael Bassey Johnson

“Let me lose everything on earth and the world beyond, but let me not lose what I'm craving for, let it be that i died on the way than retreating from getting it.”

Pic: Barbro 

Harry Martinson

Jag frågade mig själv men glömde svara.
Jag drömde mig ett liv men glömda vara.
Jag reste alltet runt men glömde fara -
ty jag satt fånge här i Aniara.

Pic. Barbro

Paul Tournier

Acceptance of one's life has nothing to do with resignation; it does not mean running away from the struggle. On the contrary, it means accepting it as it comes, with all the handicaps of heredity, of suffering, of psychological complexes and injustices.

Pic: Barbro 

Forgiveness

Pic: Barbro

Because forgiveness is like this: a room can be dark because you have closed the windows, you've closed the curtains. But the sun is shining outside, and the air is fresh outside. In order to get that fresh air, you have to get up and open the window and draw the curtains apart.

Desmond Tutu

Sky

The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.

Buddha

Pic: Barbro

Autumn

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.

Thomas Hood

Pic: Barbro

Hjalmar Söderberg

Man vill bli älskad
I brist derpå beundrad,
I brist derpå fruktad,
I brist derpå avskydd og foraktad
Man vill ingiva människorna
någon slags känsla.
Själen ryser for tomrommet
och vill kontakt till vad pris som helst.

Hjalmar Söderberg 

Painting by Christophe Hohler

You are free and that is why you are lost

Words by Franz Kafka
Pic by me - art by Catrine Maske

Erno Rubik

A good puzzle, it's a fair thing. Nobody is lying. It's very clear, and the problem depends just on you...

Picture: Barbro ( at the trainstation) - artist unknown

Madrigal

I inherited a dark forest where I seldom walk. But a day is coming when the living and the dead trade places. Then the forest will be set in motion. We are not without hope. The most serious crimes will remain unsolved despite the efforts of many policemen. In the same way there is somewhere in our lives a great unsolved love. I inherited a dark forest, but today I am walking in the other forest, the light one. And the living things that sing, wiggle, wave and crawl! It's spring and the air is very strong. I have an examination at the University of Oblivion and am as emptyhanded as the shirt on the clothesline.

Thomas Tranströmer

Ill:Jamie Baldridge

Life and learning

“Only as high as I reach can I grow, only as far as I seek can I go, only as deep as I look can I see, only as much as I dream can I be.”

Karen Ravn












Ill: Jamie Baldridge

You don't need to explain your dreams.

They belong to you. (Paulo Coelho)

Jamie Baldridge

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Windows To The Soul

It is said that they eyes are the windows to your soul. 
What will you see in mine?

I've been told that I've the eyes of a dreamer
Some have told me they seem to be sad
Men have said they're the eyes of a lover
('Bedroom eyes' were once all the fad)
My eyes have seen much in a lifetime
As a child I 'saw' all I could be
Received in part through my senses
an image that was given of me
At times these eyes have shed tears
at times they've twinkled with mirth
These are eyes that reflect all my dreams
but at times have questioned my worth
Still they look at the sky filled with wonder
stars reflect in the depths of my soul
Bright spots in an ocean of darkness
That speak of a vision and goal

Oh Lord, let my eyes show kindness
may forgiveness keep them clear
May tears cleanse any bitterness
and dissolve any remnants of fear
May these eyes speak to others of love
A gentle heart that's not arid or dry
May they never be the eyes of a cynic
for the truth is our eyes cannot lie.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
may my eyes always seek for the good
To look beyond all that I see
to see instead what I should.

Do you see in my eyes a reflection
of the child filled with naivete and trust
or do you see in them a temptress
filled with evil intentions and lust?
I'd put it to you, if you'll listen
that all that you see in my eyes
Is based upon your own perceptions
Now tell me if they have been lies?

Chanti 2005

Exactitude is not truth

 

Henri Matisse