Showing posts with label urban. Show all posts
Showing posts with label urban. Show all posts

Monday, July 9, 2012

The essence of struggle

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RIC_6463-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.



     The essence of struggle is the decision to become new rather than
     simply to become older.

       Joan Chittister, Scarred by Struggle, Transformed by Hope

     
    

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Heart

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RIC_0075-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.



Wherever I am,
my heart is, and
that is where I will meet the Divine.

Tom Maddix,
Running Scared: The Call of Pilgrimage

Monday, May 7, 2012

New Eyes

RCC_6074-1 by rchoephoto
RCC_6074-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

     The purpose of art is not to strand us in an
     alternate world, but to return us to the
     realm of the ordinary, only with new eyes.

       Gregory Wolfe,
       "Transfiguration," Intruding Upon the Timeless: Meditations on
       Art, Faith, and Mystery

Monday, January 16, 2012

Monoculture

RCC_1860 by rchoephoto
RCC_1860, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr. 


The governing pattern a culture obeys is a master story – one
narrative in society that takes over the others, shrinking
diversity and forming a monoculture. When you’re inside a
master story at a particular time in history, you tend to
accept its definition of reality. You unconsciously believe and
act on certain things, and disbelieve and fail to act on other
things. That’s the power of the monoculture; it’s able to
direct us without us knowing too much about it.

 F. S. Michaels, Monoculture: How One Story Is Changing Everything

Friday, September 2, 2011

Memory

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RIC_6469-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.



All memory is present.

Novalis (Georg Friedrich Freiherr von Hardenberg)

Monday, August 22, 2011

Connected

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RIC_6426-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

We cannot live for ourselves alone.
Our lives are connected by a thousand individual threads,
and along these sympathetic fibres,
our actions run as causes and return to us as results. 

Herman Melville


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Saturday, August 13, 2011

Friday, August 12, 2011

Story of Our Life

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RIC_6727-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

None of us can read the story of our life – we can only live it. The result is that we live in and with uncertainty.

Rabbi Jonathan Sacks, Covenant & Conversations: A Weekly Reading of the Jewish Bible – Genesis: The Book of Beginnings

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Our Story

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RIC_6719-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

Our story is the vehicle through which we communicate to others and ourselves a piece of our life. Our story is how we put our events into perspective and assign meaning to what happened. 

Fred Luskin, Forgive for Good

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Food

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RIC_6677-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

    
     Food is not a weapon. To use it as such — to foster a
     mentality willing to use it as such — is to prepare, in the
     human character and community, the destruction of the
     sources of food. … Neither nature nor people alone can
     produce human sustenance, but only the two together,
     culturally wedded. 

      Wendell Berry, The Unsettling of America

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Nature

RIC_5317-2 by rchoephotoRIC_5317-2, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.



Nature is not on the surface, it is inside. 
Colours, on the surface, show that inside. 
They show the roots of the world. 

Paul Cézanne in Cézanne by Joachim Gasquet

Monday, July 25, 2011

Unlearning of fear

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RIC_2234-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.



Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here. The spiritual journey is the relinquishment – or unlearning – of fear and the acceptance of love back into our hearts.

Marianne Williamson

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Innocence

RCC_9260 by rchoephoto
RCC_9260, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.



Innocence is more than lack of knowledge and experience, it’s learning to look at the world with wonder.

Richard Wagamese

Monday, July 18, 2011

Sin

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RIC_6439-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

The sin most insistently called abhorrent to God is the failure of generosity, the neglect of the widow and orphan, the oppression of strangers and poor, the defrauding of the labourer.

Marilynne Robinson

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Beauty

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Rien n’est beau que le vrai,
le vrai seul est amiable.

Beauty is only in the true,
only the true is lovable.

Nicolas Boileau-Deéspreaux

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Harmony

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RIC_5304-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


Together we have sought the good odour of our life,
where the flowers of many colours are growing,
not only one colour, but many colours;
we can listen to many sounds, not only one;
we can dialogue with many traditions, not only one;
where we can dance and break down the great walls
that do not allow dance,
to expose ourselves to the Wind,
to the Spirit that ruffles our hair and our lives.

Ivona Gebara

Friday, July 8, 2011

World of the imagination

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RIC_5341-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.



George Santayana once said, "Another world to live in is what we mean by religion." And so, too, the world of the imagination and the enlargement of human sympathy it provides.

Joyce Carol Oates, 3 Minutes or Less: Life Lessions from America's Greatest Writers

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Art

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Art liberates and purifies, and its tokens are those short moments when we look at a beautiful landscape forgetting about ourselves, when everything that concerns us disappears, is dissolved, and it does not matter whether the eye that looks is that of a beggar or a king.

Czeslaw Milosz, A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry