the name is derived from the early spring bloom of a North American wildflower called "Phlox subulata," commonly known moss phlox.
A Moon usually appears reddish when it's close to the horizon because the light rays must pass through the densest layers of the atmosphere
Maundy Thursday,
when Jesus ate his last meal with his followers and was then arrested
This Paschal Moon marks the first Full Moon of spring and is used to determine the date of Easter.
That's what their beliefs come down to.
Some god or other is always fixing and poking,
messing around with tradesmen's wives,
giving tablets on mountains,
commanding you to mutilate your children,
telling people what words they can say and what words they can't say,
making people feel guilty about enjoying themselves,
and like that.
Why can't the gods leave well enough alone?
All this intervention speaks of incompetence.
If God didn't want Lot's wife to look back, why didn't he make her obedient, so she'd do what her husband told her?
Or if he hadn't made Lot such a shithead, maybe she would've listened to him more.
If God is omnipotent and omniscient, why didn't he start the universe out in the first place so it would come out the way he wants?
Why's he constantly repairing and complaining?
No, there's one thing the Bible makes clear:
The biblical God is a sloppy manufacturer.
He's not good at design,
He's not good at execution.
He'd be out of business if there was any competition
Researchers say the average length of a dream is two to three minutes.
But many people experience their dreams as hours, if they can remember them at all.
The science of dreaming has been questioned for hundreds of years. Some hypothesize that dreams are our way of processing real events that occur when we're awake. They may also serve as an outlet for repressed hopes and desires.
Neuroscientists introduce a new theory every few years.
But honestly, no one knows why we dream or why we have nightmares.
We just hope that after the dream, we wake up.
Some people spend their lives trying to make a dream come true. They set a goal, then make a plan on how to achieve it. It works for some people.
for others, it's not so easy.
As hard as you work towards the dream, it can feel like the whole world is plotting against you. As you get further away from it, you cling to any sign of hope. And the longer it takes and the more it costs you, you start to consider whether you should give up.
Do you find a new dream?
Or do you stick to the one that started you on this journey in the first place?
April
I open wide the portals of the Spring
To welcome the procession of the flowers,
With their gay banners, and the birds that sing
Their song of songs from their aerial towers.
I soften with my sunshine and my showers
The heart of earth; with thoughts of love I glide
Into the hearts of men; and with the Hours
Upon the Bull with wreathed horns I ride.
April is the cruellest month,
breeding Lilacs out of the dead land,
mixing Memory and desire,
stirring dull roots with spring rain
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
April this year, not otherwise
Than April of a year ago, Is full of whispers, full of sighs
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
and I love the rain
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by …
I could not be so sure of Spring
save that it sings in me
Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some mourning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England — now!
What is in this drink but
The April sun, squeezed
Like an orange in My glass?
I sip the Fire,
I drink and drink
Again,
I am drunk Yes,
but on the gold of suns…
Life begins again — in April!
How this dead earth comes to flower!
How the dry boughs wake and quicken
In this blooming, springtime hour!
Life begins again — in April!
And the bird is on the wing,
Books are flowing, breezes tender
In a rhapsody of spring
April changes her sweet mind
Every other second.
With her many moods and minds,
Nothing can be reckoned.
I always carry an umbrella,
It serves for rain and sun!
I take my boots and out I go
To share in April’s fun
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger
, Ever changing, ever true —
I love April, I love you.
April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
April that mine ears Like a lover greetest,
If I tell thee, sweetest,
All my hopes and fears,
April, April,
Laugh thy golden laughter,
But, the moment after,
Weep thy golden tears!
Let things go.
Release them.
Detach yourself from them.
Nobody plays this life with marked cards,
so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose.
Do not expect anything in return,
do not expect your efforts to be appreciated,
your genius to be discovered,
your love to be understood.
Stop turning on your emotional television
to watch the same program over and over again,
the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss:
that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
One always has to know when a stage comes to an end.
If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.
Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters
- whatever name we give it,
what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished
Closing The Cycle
One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.
Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?
You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.
None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.
Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts - and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.
Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the "ideal moment." Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.
Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are
Nothing is more dangerous than
not accepting love relationships that are broken off,
work that is promised but there is no starting date,
decisions that are always put off waiting for the "ideal moment."
Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished:
tell yourself that what has passed will never come back.
Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person
- nothing is irreplaceable,
a habit is not a need.
This may sound so obvious,
it may even be difficult,
but it is very important.
Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.
That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.
Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts -
and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.
None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time,
not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us.
What has passed will not return:
we cannot for ever be children,
late adolescents,
sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents,
lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away
and has not the least intention of coming back.
Did you lose your job?
Has a loving relationship come to an end?
Did you leave your parents' house?
Gone to live abroad?
Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?
You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.
You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that.
But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved:
everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life,
and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips,
has been fashioned of the clay which the
Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears
“Out- out are the lights- out all! And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.”
The last week of Lent is Holy Week,
which commemorates the final days before Jesus’ execution on a cross.
It begins with Palm Sunday which marks the day Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey.
It was a day of triumph when crowds of followers and supporters waved palm branches and laid them on the ground in front of him
The last week of Lent is Holy Week, which commemorates the final days before Jesus’ execution on a cross. It begins with Palm Sunday which marks the day Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey. It was a day of triumph when crowds of followers and supporters waved palm branches and laid them on the ground in front of him. In many churches, Christians are given small palm crosses to remember the day. These are the crosses that are burnt the following year to provide ashes for Ash Wednesday.
Later in Holy Week, as Lent draws to an end, some Christians mark significant days in the Christian year: Holy Wednesday, when one of Jesus’s followers, Judas, agreed to betray him; Maundy Thursday, when Jesus ate his last meal with his followers and was then arrested; and Good Friday, when Jesus was put on trial and executed. Lent ends with Easter Sunday – the day Christians celebrate Jesus rising from the dead.
“A Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?”
Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow
why people are sad
They are the prisoners of their personal history.
Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan.
They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was created by another person
They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other people's ideas,
and it is more than they can possibly cope with.
And that is why they forget their dreams
Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path.
No one wants their life thrown into chaos. That is why a lot of people keep that threat under control, and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or a structure that is already rotten. They are the engineers of the superseded.
Other people think exactly the opposite: they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion the solutions to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvelous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything.
Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it - which of these two attitudes is the least destructive?
