Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
By Walt Whitman
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
O my soul.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
One of my favorite artists is James C. Christensen. Though his work is easily recognizable by many, I always enjoy it. If you want an entertaining and inspiring hour or two, flip through "Men and Angels: The Art of James C. Christensen," a book of his paintings. Art is just another way we can feel the beauty of life and I'm grateful that Mr. Christensen has helped me to learn and feel things in new and beautiful ways.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
I love the movie "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" Maybe its just because I also use pomade to style my hair or simply the fact that nothing beats three men wandering through the wacky and wild wilderness of the south. Either way, its a great movie with many a memorable quote. Here's just a few.
George Nelson: Cows! I hate cows worse than coppers!
[fires his Tommy gun at them]
Delmar O'Donnell: Oh, George... not the livestock.
Ulysses Everett McGill: We're in a tight spot!
Delmar O'Donnell: Them syreens did this to Pete. They loved him up and turned him into a horny toad.
Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, I don't want Fop! I'm a Dapper Dan man!
Delmar O'Donnell: They... left... his... heart!
Homer Stokes: Is you is, or is you ain't, my constituency?
Delmar O'Donnell: Hey mister! I don't mean to be tellin' tales out of school, but there's a feller in there that'll pay you ten dollars if you sing into his can.
Delmar O'Donnell: What are we gonna DOOO?
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Here's some things that motivate, uplift, and encourage me. Hope they will do the same for you.
My Favorite James Taylor Song
A Favorite Dr. Seuss Quote
"So be sure when you step,
Step with care and great tact.
And remember that life's A Great Balancing Act.
And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and ¾ percent guaranteed)
Kid, you'll move mountains."
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!"
The Words of a Prophet
Doctrine and Covenants Section 128, Verse 20, 22
"Now, what do we hear in teh gospel which we have received? A voice of gladness! A voice of mercy from heaven; and a voice of truth out of the earth;....Brethren, shall we not go on in so great a cause? Go forward and not backward. Courage, brethren; and on, on to the victory! Let your hearts rejoice, and be exceedingly glad. Let the earth break forth into singing!"
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
With your equipment they all began.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Love - by Billy Collins
The boy at the far end of the train car
kept looking behind him
as if he were afraid or expecting someone
and then she appeared in the glass door
of the forward car and he rose
and opened the door and let her in
and she entered the car carrying
a large black case
in the unmistakable shape of a cello.
She looked like an angel with a high forehead
and somber eyes and her hair
was tied up behind her neck with a black bow.
And because of all that,
he seemed a little awkward
in his happiness to see her,
whereas she was simply there,
perfectly existing as a creature
with a soft face who played the cello.
And the reason I am writing this
on the back of a manila envelope
now that they have left the train together
is to tell you that when she turned
to lift the large, delicate cello
onto the overhead rack,
I saw him looking up at her
and what she was doing
the way the eyes of saints are painted
when they are looking up at God
when he is doing something remarkable,
something that identifies him as God.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Praise to the Lord the Almighty, the King of Creation!
O my soul, praise him, for he is thy health and salvation!
Join the great throng,
Psaltery, organ and song,
Sounding in glad adoration!
Praise to the Lord! Over all things, he gloriously reigneth!
Bourne as on eagles wings, safely his Saints he sustaineth.
Hast thou not seen
How all thou needest hath been
Granted in what he ordaineth?
Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy way and defend thee!
Surely his goodness and mercy shall ever attend thee!
What the Almighty can do,
Who with his love doth befriend thee!
Praise to the Lord! Oh let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath breath, join with Abraham's seed to adore Him!
Let the Amen
Sum all our praises again
Now as we worship before Him.
(listen to a stellar choir sing this and it'll be absolutely brilliant.)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The Darkling Thrush
by Thomas Hardy
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
When the summer ceased its gleaming,
Bind me not to the pasture