there is only the present moment, the now. 

You can't measure time the way you measure the distance between two points. 

'Time' doesn't pass. 

 human beings have enormous difficulty in focusing on the present; 

 always thinking about what we did, about how we could have done it better, 

about the consequences of our actions, and about why we didn't act as we should have. 

Or else we think about the future, about what we're going to do tomorrow, 

what precautions we should take, what dangers await us around the next corner, 

how to avoid what we don't want

 and how to get what we have always dreamed of.

 

The secret is here in the present. 

If you pay attention to the present, you can improve upon it. 

And, if you improve on the present, what comes later will also be better

 

People are never satisfied. 

If they have a little, they want more.

 If they have a lot, they want still more. 

Once they have more, they wish they could be happy with little, 

but are incapable of making the slightest effort in that direction.

 

I want to feel what it's like, 

cause death is only going to happen to you once.

 

...and there you have it,

another body on the floor

surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone

except to the one who can't take any of them along.

 

Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets,

 the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?

 

Under the cover of darkness people do things they'd never do under the harsh glare of day.

 Decisions feel wiser. People feel bolder. 

But when the sun rises, you have to take responsibility for what you did in the dark.

 And face yourself under the cold, harsh light of day.

 

I still get nightmares.

In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now.

I'm not.

No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

 

Darkness is impossible to remember.

Consequently cavers desire to return to those unseen depths where they have just been.

It is an addiction. No one is ever satisfied. Darkness never satisfies.

Especially if it takes something away which it almost always invariably does.

Holy Saturday

 

Holy Saturday commemorates Christ's burial and his triumphant descent into hell or “to the dead.” 

Typically no services take place during the day. 

However, many Eastern and Western churches hold the Easter Vigil—the principal Easter service—after sundown on Holy Saturday

 

There must be something strangely sacred in salt. 

It is in our tears and in the sea

 

Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you

 as by the attitude you bring to life; 

not so much by what happens to you 

as by the way your mind looks at what happens

 

If you reveal your secrets to the wind,
you should not blame the wind for
revealing them to the trees

Easter - Good Friday

 

Good Friday

 

Good Friday

 

Good Friday, 

when Jesus was put on trial and executed

Thursday April 2nd 2026 - Pink Moon

 

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

April's full, "Pink Moon" is known as the Paschal Full Moon, which sets the date for Easter.

 the first full moon after the March equinox, 

Maundy Thursday

 

Maundy Thursday, 

when Jesus ate his last meal with his followers and was then arrested

Paschal Moon - Full Moon - Pink Moon

 

This Paschal Moon marks the first Full Moon of spring and is used to determine the date of Easter.  

Pink Moon

 

 

The word "Bible"

does not appear in The Bible 

the religious people — most of them — really think this planet is an experiment.

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 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

 

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

 

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. 

You know how it is with an April day

 

To what purpose, April, do you return again?

Holy Wednesday

 

Holy Wednesday, 

when one of Jesus’s followers, Judas, agreed to betray him;

April

 

April

 

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!

 

Oh to be in England 

now that April's here 

 

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.

 

Life takes us by surprise and orders us to move toward the unknown

 -even when we don't want to and when we think we don't need to

 

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

 Forgive but do not forget, or you will be hurt again. 

Forgiving changes the perspectives.

 Forgetting loses the lesson

 

Anyone who tries to posses a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. 

But if you simply look at a flower in the field, you'll keep it forever

 

The memory of a past happiness is the anguish of today

 

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.

 March went out like a Lion today 

Like a roaring Lion in search of prey 

 

Do not live half a life

and do not die a half death

 

Solitude has soft, silky hands, 

but with strong fingers it grasps the heart 

and makes it ache with sorrow

Tell us of Pain

 

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