tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70637359269658632362024-03-05T02:34:59.666-05:00MusingsYolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.comBlogger834125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-44648550611076280462016-01-21T11:34:00.000-05:002016-01-21T11:34:01.679-05:00
Palace servant by Ling Jian
Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-52057622867872390132016-01-18T11:43:00.001-05:002016-01-18T11:43:04.601-05:00
"I have decided to stick to love...Hate is too great a burden to bear." ~Martin Luther King Jr.
Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-52688611191185977432014-09-23T12:38:00.000-04:002014-09-23T12:38:14.200-04:00Welcome SeptemberMy favorite season has arrived! This is the time of year I feel most alive. I think I sleep walk through Spring and Summer. There is a surge of happiness that invades me when Fall and Winter arrives, I just cannot explain it adequately. So I leave you this poem:
Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson
In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-51537450484244286952013-08-06T14:56:00.000-04:002013-08-06T14:56:18.843-04:00
“My mother was taught the ch'an concept of happiness, which was to find satisfaction in small things. I was taught to appreciate the fresh air in the morning, the colour of leaves turning red in autumn and the water's smoothness when I soaked my hands in the basin.” ~Anchee Min
Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-71892266521868654272013-07-01T15:13:00.001-04:002013-08-05T13:06:55.480-04:005 yr old piano prodigy Ryan Wang performs for 101 yr old.
I have not cried like this in a while. Beautiful, profound.
Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-64462971924046421122013-02-06T07:52:00.000-05:002013-02-06T07:52:28.910-05:00The Fish
THE FISH
I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight.
He hadn't fought at all.
He hung a grunting weight,
battered and venerable
... and homely. Here and there
his brown skin hung in strips
like ancient wallpaper,
and its pattern of darker brown
was like wallpaper:
shapes like Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-90122646683206400172013-01-01T22:50:00.001-05:002013-01-01T22:54:07.227-05:00L'Odyssée de Cartier
Came home late from work after very long hours on this New Year's Day and caught this magical commercial. I don't care for the jewels lovely as they are, however, for the amazing artistry it took to creat this commercial, I was spellbound. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did and let some magic and imagination inside your soul this coming year.
Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-37859919139641478702012-12-31T14:33:00.004-05:002012-12-31T14:33:53.876-05:00Wishing you beautiful new possibilites.Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-86927380726789539812012-12-17T15:03:00.001-05:002012-12-17T15:03:24.855-05:00
I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
At first there blows a gentle breeze
And the leaves on the trees
Softly flutter or sway;
Out there, far away,
The bells of water carriers incessantly ring;
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Then suddenly birds fly by,
Flocks of Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com2Istanbul, Turkey41.00527 28.97695999999996340.621829000000005 28.331512999999962 41.388711 29.622406999999964tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-54797657592955852892012-11-14T16:36:00.001-05:002012-11-14T16:36:11.617-05:00Tess Kincaid: CullYolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-32411970814747858142012-11-05T18:41:00.000-05:002012-11-05T18:41:38.503-05:00
“I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
...your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-68142288549087594402012-10-28T23:32:00.000-04:002012-10-28T23:32:42.235-04:00Running Late to Willow Manor's Ball!!!
Running late to Willow's Ball, I don't know where time went!! My date is already here ready to pick me up and I am still not dressed!!
My sweet date Mr. James Cagney is in the foulest mood both for him running late and me not being ready and he muttred something about grapefruit. I haven't the slightest idea what he is talking about, breakfast was 10 hours ago.
I Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-51215659512338714312012-09-24T23:19:00.000-04:002012-09-24T23:19:03.931-04:00Anthony
He is retiring after this season. I will miss him. I am sure his very young daughter will be thrilled to have her Daddy around. Traveling now for enjoyment not just for work.
Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-75062878885222756062012-09-12T00:30:00.000-04:002012-09-12T22:04:53.840-04:00
“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, throughYolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-46002525770232674352012-09-10T22:36:00.001-04:002012-09-10T22:36:06.753-04:00Wuthering Heights - Official Teaser TrailerYolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-65486853177219259832012-07-09T13:28:00.001-04:002012-07-09T13:28:24.608-04:00Half the Sky: Movement TrailerYolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-49175083042608673502012-07-05T08:54:00.001-04:002012-07-05T08:54:15.419-04:00Petite Mort 1/2Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-22425220218923812212012-06-28T16:05:00.002-04:002012-06-28T16:05:27.714-04:00TravelYolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-87520848622817716552012-06-21T12:05:00.001-04:002012-06-21T12:05:00.651-04:00Carl Sagan - Pale Blue DotYolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-82075962912791703882012-06-20T16:04:00.003-04:002012-06-20T16:04:56.895-04:00
"I'm really glad that most of our songs were about love, peace and understanding." -Paul McCartney
Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-91611692617385709972012-06-14T16:16:00.001-04:002012-06-14T16:16:22.271-04:00
Marshall Bruce Mathers III
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I love his poetical anger. The intelligence and pain behind the eyes. The tough act that has always seemed like posturing to me. Fringe people. Whatever success they acquire later in life, you can still see the scars.
"Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world where they can be alone Are you Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-47727112573618574242012-06-05T21:38:00.001-04:002012-06-05T21:38:07.439-04:00
StarGazers: Here's a screenshot from the NASA Sun-Earth Day webcast of the Transit of Venus at Mauna Kea, Hawaii. Let's watch it together: http://sunearthday.nasa.gov/transitofvenus/Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-52550260214791940802012-05-29T15:31:00.001-04:002012-05-29T15:31:07.130-04:00
“He always thought of the sea as 'la mar' which is what people call her in Spanish when they love her. Sometimes those who love her say bad things of her but they are always said as though she were a woman. Some of the younger fishermen, those who used buoys as floats for their lines and had motorboats, bought when the shark livers had brought much money, spoke of her as 'el mar' which is Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-55872521358382475942012-05-22T18:50:00.003-04:002012-05-22T18:54:22.529-04:00Voice of the Exile
Not a Children's Song
No matter where I travel,
I go to Nowhereland.
The suitcase full of knowing,
Just knick-knacks in my hand.
As lonely as the desert wind,
As homeless as the sand.
No matter where I travel,
I come to Nowhereland.
The forests are all gone now,
Each home a firebrand.
Found no one left whom I know,
Not one knew me first-hand.
Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063735926965863236.post-35122074268887356692012-05-14T20:53:00.001-04:002012-05-14T20:56:09.195-04:00You were born - Cloud Cult
Came across this song and looked for the lyrics. I think it is lovely, I wish they had an official video but all I could find is this amateur video on YouTube. Here are the lyrics:
you were born into a strange world
like a candle, you were meant to share the fire
i don't know where we come from, and i don't know where we go
but my arms were made to hold you, so i will never let you go
'cause Yolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com3