Tuesday’s Quotes June 19, 2018 – Timely Timeless Advice

“We must not see any person as an abstraction. Instead, we must see in every person a universe with its own secrets, with its own treasures, with its own sources of anguish, and with some measure of triumph.” — Elie Wiesel

Something to always keep in mind. When we see people, any people, as abstractions – as somehow less deserving as a group of our compassion, of our respect – and not as individual humans, we not only make it possible to justify atrocities, or even to commit atrocities, we also lose a piece of our own humanity.

Omnia vincit amor.


Photo of the Rio Grande near Taos – July, 2016



Happy Father’s Day

“I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.”
― Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum

To the all of the fathers out there – biological or otherwise,to the role models, and most especially for my husband – who is a terrific father – and to his father who is an amazing father and grandfather – I wish you a very relaxing Father’s Day.

Photo of the Rocky Mountains, July 2015.

No more turning away

Modified repost from January 27, 2017.

I have another ear worm. And ear worms are for sharing. I believe this deeply. But regardless of whether you agree, it is true that I am going to share. Be warned.

I find that Pink Floyd’s 1987 power ballad On the Turning Away remains relevant to me (and “relevance” & “Pink Floyd” don’t usually pop into my head at the same time). The song itself is a call to stop turning a blind eye to the suffering around us, but I think this has become my mantra – no more turning away. There is simply too much at stake for the future. And so I think I’ve extended the meaning in my own head a bit to include those marginalized groups that are in jeopardy now that religious zealotry (of all types) and nationalism  seem to be holding sway in the US and in much of the rest of the world. We all need to have our rights protected and I don’t want to see the clock turned back for anyone.

Of course, from a practical matter, I’m still working out what that really means – I just know that I cannot continue to sit idly by. I guess it still means more writing to call out the wrongs – but the rate of troubling news sometimes seems to come at a disorienting rate, making writing more difficult than it should be. I’m doing more volunteering now that I have more free time, and fewer constraints, but I’m often left feeling that I should be doing more – because there is so much that needs attention. And because I have other personal priorities and concerns that can’t get lost in my renewed quest to save the world.

I’ll continue to figure it out as I go along, but in the meantime, here’s the song (the lyrics are below) – sometimes inspiration can come from the strangest places…


On the Turning Away

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won’t understand

“Don’t accept that what’s happening
Is just a case of others’ suffering
Or you’ll find that you’re joining in
The turning away”

It’s a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it’s shroud
Over all we have known

Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we’re all alone
In the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord

Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside

Just a world that we all must share
It’s not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there’ll be
No more turning away?

— Pink Floyd
written by David Gilmore & Anthony Moore

Storm-laden sky – June 6, 2018

Tuesday’s Quotes June 12, 2018 – Elie Wiesel

“I still believe in man in spite of man. I believe in language even though it has been wounded, deformed, and perverted by the enemies of mankind. And I continue to cling to words because it is up to us to transform them into instruments of comprehension rather than contempt. It is up to us to choose whether we wish to use them to curse or to heal, to wound or to console.”
― Elie Wiesel, Open Heart

A Nobel Peace Prize winner in 1986, Elie Wiesel (1928 – 2016) was an Auschwitz survivor with a gift for words – and a willingness to use them in the pursuit of peace by understanding the lessons of the past. As a post-war baby boomer, the shadow of the Holocaust was as much a part of my life as the ever-present threat of nuclear obliteration and the Cold War. Wiesel’s writing, like Victor Frankl’s, was an important part of understanding that story for me. It was an piece of the foundation that left me believing in the power of education. In the need to not forget the lessons of the past. And in the power of words. And to not remain silent: “There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.

In Weisel’s obituary on July 2, 2016, the New York Times noted that the citation from the 1986 Nobel committee stated: “His message is one of peace, atonement and human dignity. His belief that the forces fighting evil in the world can be victorious is a hard-won belief.

Thought for the day…

“History is filled with tragic examples of wars that result from diplomatic impasse. Whether in our local communities or in international relations, the skillful use of our communicative capacities to negotiate and resolve differences is the first evidence of human wisdom.” — Daisaku Ikeda


Photo of the Mid-Hudson Bridge taken from the Walkway Over the Hudson.

On weeds & life

Another week is winding down, but, from the standpoint of readying our house for sale, it’s been a productive one. New plants have been planted in front. Potted plants have been strategically placed on the deck. Disrupted grass is growing by the new front steps. Bit by bit it is, indeed, coming along. Not having anything to do with the house, but today was doubly productive – I finally identified my mystery wildflowers – Multiflora Rosa – pretty but invasive – and also this season’s dominant wildflower pest – it’s along most of the roadsides around here this year. I’d been searching most of the week – the flowers were similar to a couple of other plants, but the leaves weren’t – so I was quite happy when I finally found it – my husband was less impressed, but I think he wasn’t nearly as interested as I was to being with. And, yeah, I can occasionally be obsessive about things that, on balance, aren’t particularly important. But I solved my mystery, so I’m good now.

For a few reasons, though, my thoughts have turned just a bit darker today, as my mind wandered into the space where departed friends dwell. But from that space I also find the reminder of why it’s important to continue to do what I can to make my piece of the universe a better one.

In that spirit, I leave you today with these words from Clarence Darrow:

“When we fully understand the brevity of life, its fleeting joys and unavoidable pains; when we accept the facts that all men and women are approaching an inevitable doom: the consciousness of it should make us more kindly and considerate of each other. This feeling should make men and women use their best efforts to help their fellow travelers on the road, to make the path brighter and easier as we journey on. It should bring a closer kinship, a better understanding, and a deeper sympathy for the wayfarers who must live a common life and die a common death.”

Photo of my pretty but undesirable weed – one of several taken this week.