Quotes of the week

“It's a sign of your own worth sometimes if you are hated by the right people.”
Miles Franklin

“Revenge is a dish best served cold.”
Sicilian Proverb ( Watch out. I might be coming for you some day!)

“Those who say religion has nothing to do with politics do not know what religion is.”
Mahatma Gandhi

Websites of the week

A Victim Treats His Mugger Right

The culmination of millennia of scientific endeavor

U.N. Envoy: U.S. Isn't Protecting Occupy Protesters' Rights

"Citizens have the right to dissent with the authorities, and there's no need to use public force to silence that dissension," Frank La Rue, who serves as the U.N. "special rapporteur" for the protection of free expression. Full story here

Meditation of the week

God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
--Reinhold Niebuhr

Some things I cannot change: my age, who my relatives are, my eye color, my height, my childhood experiences, my inborn talents, my nature, someone else's abuse of alcohol or other drugs, whether the sun will shine, my job history, what I will inherit, how my parents feel, yesterday's lost opportunities, how long I will live, who forgives me, how my parents treated me, how much I am loved, the past.

Some things I can change: the youthfulness of my spirit, who my friends are, my hair color, my weight, my adult experiences, my achievements, my character, my reaction to someone else's use of alcohol or other drugs, whether my eyes will shine, my job possibilities, what I will bequeath, how I feel, my ability to act on today's opportunities, how well I will live, whom I forgive, how I treat my own children, how much I love, the future.

You are reading from the book:

Days of Healing, Days of Joy by Earnie Larsen and Carol Larsen Hegarty

Poem of the Week

Never Mind

by Denver Butson

      that guests no longer come unannounced
      or that the photo album contains pictures
of much younger people than we remember being

     never mind that swallows etch Sanskrit
              on the wrinkled sky

                 it's November
     and the present is emptying its wine
                into our glasses

     never mind that we're not touching now

because our shadows are holding hands
         in the dark behind our backs