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Post by suze on Aug 8, 2011 20:37:33 GMT
Don't cry because its over. Smile because it happened.
- Dr Seuss
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Post by Mark on Aug 8, 2011 22:21:17 GMT
That's the spirit.
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Post by suze on Aug 12, 2011 4:25:02 GMT
Truth does not depend on a consensus of opinion.
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Post by suze on Aug 24, 2011 13:07:49 GMT
FULL of life, now, compact, visible, I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States, To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence, To you, yet unborn, these, seeking you.
When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible; Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me; Fancying how happy you were, if I could be with you, and become your comrade; Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with you.)
Dunno that I entirely understand this, but I found it on a fellow traveller's blog ... and it resonated somehow. It's written by Walt Whitman ....
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Post by suze on Oct 5, 2011 16:40:47 GMT
Heartbeat For Suze – in remission.We were watching closely when darkness fell and your pulse turned to light between your hands; a brightness that caught in our chests. It was a battered heartbeat of the hung moment, a singing quaver crochet lightmusic. fragile illumination that might break, shattering between the left and right ventricle. Could we make it pulse for longer by the open and clench of our hands? Cup the fluttering of light as though it were possible to hold on to brightness. Your life pulsating; imagination made manifest and brilliant for flickering seconds before it was lifted out of your hands. The lightbulb’s skipping beat imprinted in our retinas, shining electicity flashing in a fragile filament. We stood beside you; before and after in the sequence the wilful syncopation our hearts gaining and losing time together. (Pulse Room is a piece by Rafael Lozano Hemmer in which 100 light bulbs which are activated by a sensor to flash at the exact rhythm of participants' heart rates.)-------------------------------------------------------- Liz wrote this for me .. it commemorates my friendship with her and Andy, and grows out of a time when we were together in this art-installation called Pulse Room .... These two friends are so special to me, and they do watch me closely and they do stand besides me, before and after ... before and after just about everything important that has happened to me in the last twenty years .. youtube of how it looks in the Pulse Room: youtu.be/-w9yeGIqcLg
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Post by suze on Nov 5, 2011 17:18:41 GMT
Fall down seven times, stand up eight.
Japanese proverb.
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Post by suze on Nov 5, 2011 17:21:26 GMT
"Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving."
Albert Einstein
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Post by suze on Nov 5, 2011 17:25:35 GMT
"The longer we dwell on our misfortunes the greater is their power"
Voltaire
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Post by suze on Nov 5, 2011 17:32:00 GMT
No-one needs your smile more than the person who cannot spare one for you ....
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Post by suze on Jul 16, 2013 19:23:40 GMT
an extract from 'Just Listen to This' by Elizabeth Urch:
Time is Too slow for those who Wait Too swift for those who Fear Too long for those who Grieve Too short for those who rejoice
But for those who Love Time is not.
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Post by Mark on Jul 22, 2013 17:06:41 GMT
Susan, I only just noticed your message about the elasticities of time. Rings true to me. I was out on the bike yesterday, loving it, and time wasn't important. That said, once I was home again I was quite pleased with my speed! x
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