Hope is a discipline
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Hope is a discipline
She is a living testament to balance and strength, her hands on the earth like roots, allowing her to aquatise this moment of thought, as her eyes, sharp and pointing, meet yours.
Algiz
I am Askr I am Lykr I am Aldr I am the flow of La I am Elk I am Elk Sedge I am Ash I am the carved Earth I am the child of Jörð I am driftwood I am the trunk of Yggdrasil I am the boughs of Mímameiðr I am the host of Líf and Lífþrasir I am the delight of humanity I am the form of humanity I am the kýn of Jörð and humanity I am the shortness and length of life I am the vitality of…
The pleasures of childhood should in the main be such as the child extracts from his environment by means of some effort and inventiveness… A child develops best when, like a young plant, he is left undisturbed in the same soil. Too much travel, too much variety of impressions, are not good for the young, and cause them as they grow up to become incapable of enduring fruitful monotony.
Bertrand Russell
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Screenshot In the misty dawn, a disciple approached his master by the ancient cherry tree. “Master,” he said, “I fear the storm will ruin our harvest. How can I hold onto hope?” The master plucked a falling blossom and held it in his palm. “Hope is not the sun breaking through clouds, nor the promise of ripe fruit. Watch.” A gust scattered the petals. The tree stood bare, naked, yet rooted…
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“Every sturdy tree that towers over human beings owes its existence to a deeply rooted core.”
― Morihei Ueshiba, The Art of Peace
I could not love thee, Dear, so much, loved I not honor more.
--Richard Lovelace, "To Lucasta, Going to the Wars"