Chorégraphie de la Main or Choreography of the Hand
“There is only one way to avoid criticism: do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing.” –Aristotle
“Don’t be so humble. You’re not that great.” – Golda Meir
“A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.” – John A. Shedd
“The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.” – Chinese Proverb
“Leap and the net will appear.” – Zen
“It is never too late to be what you might have been.” – George Eliot
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” – Anais Nin
“If you don’t build your dream, someone else will hire you to help them build theirs.” – Dhirubhai Ambani
“If you do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always gotten.” – Tony Robbins
“I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have.” – Thomas Jefferson
“Try to learn something about everything and everything about something.” – Thomas Henry Huxley
“Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.” – Napoleon Bonaparte
“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” – Thomas Edison
“It does not matter how slowly you go, so long as you do not stop.”
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass; it’s about learning to dance in the rain.” – Vivian Greene
“If you are going through hell, keep going.” – Sir Winston Churchill
Thanks for reading. Please “like” if any of them surprised you.
When people look for the road in the clouds
The cloud road disappears
The mountains are tall and steep
The streams are wide and still
Green mountains ahead and behind
White clouds to east and west
If you want to find the cloud road
Seek it within
Though face and form alter with the years, I hold fast to the pearl of my mind.
Today I sat before the cliff Until the mist and rainbows disappeared I followed the emerald stream Explored a thousand tiers of green cliffs In the morning my spirit rests among white clouds At night a bright moon floats in the sky I am free of the busy world There is not a doubt in my heart or a worry to disturb my mind
I love the joy of mountains Wandering free with no concerns Every day I find food for this old body There’s leisure for thinking, nothing to do Often I carry an ancient book Sometimes I climb a rock pavilion To look down a thousand foot precipice Overhead are swirling clouds A cold moon chilly cold My body feels like a flying crane
Climb the steep Cold Mountain way Roads to Cold Mountain are many and never ending The valleys are long and deep, the peaks piled high The streams are wide, the grass is thick The moss is slippery though there is no rain The pines sigh though there is no wind Who can escape the snares of the world And come to sit with me among the white clouds?
Since I retired to Cold Mountain I’ve lived by eating mountain fruits What is there to worry about? Life passes according to karma The months pass like a flowing stream Days and nights like sparks from flint Heaven and earth endlessly change While I sit happily among these cliffs
When I was growing up, I could not stand my curly red hair… it was the 60’s/70’s and I wanted to be a go-go dancer in a cage when I grew up, and I needed long straight blonde hair for that lol.
Once I grew older and realized people paid money for hair like mine it must be okay. I must be lucky I decided… after all, my hair just grew out of my head all curly and red and I didn’t have to pay anyone or sit at a hair salon for hours.
So, therefore, I’ve come to think that, yes, it’s good to be a ginger. =)