GeaAusten

Ash Wednesday by T. S. Eliot I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual reign? Because I do not hope to know The infirm glory of the positive hour Because I do not think Because I know I shall not know The one veritable transitory power Because I cannot drink There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place And what is actual is actual only for one time And only for one place I rejoice that things are as they are and I renounce the blessèd face And renounce the voice Because I cannot hope to turn again Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something Upon which to rejoice And pray to God to have mercy upon us And pray that I may forget These

Pace سلام שלום Hasîtî शान्ति Barış 和平 Мир English:Say Peace in all languages! The people of the world prefer peace to war and they deserve to have it. Bombs are not needed to solve international problems when they can be solved just as well with respect and communication. The Internet Internationalization (I18N) community, which values diversity and human life everywhere, offers "Peace" in many languages as a small step in this direction. Arabic:أنطقوا سلام بكل اللغات! كل شععوب العالم تفصل السلام علي الحرب وكلها تستحق أن تنعم بع. إن القنابل لا تحل مشاكل العالم ويتم تحقيق ذلك فقط بالاحترام والتواصل. مجموعة تدويل الإنترنت (I18N) ، والتي تأخذ بعين التقدير الاختلافات الثقافية والعادات الحياتية بين الشعوب، فإنها تقدم "السلام" بلغات كثيرة، كخطوة متواضعة في هذا الاتجاه. Hebrew:אמרו "שלום" בכל השפות! אנשי העולם מעדיפים את השלום על-פני המלחמה והם ראויים לו. אין צורך בפצצות כדי לפתור בעיות בין-לאומיות, רק בכבוד ובהידברות. קהילת בינאום האינטרנט (I18N), אשר מוקירה רב-גוניות וחיי

I'm closing 2018 with my grief thoughts of the year: If your child has died, I am so sorry. I am not "so sorry" in the politely cliché or automatonic way: I am so sorry in an unspeakable and “there really aren’t words for this” way. In the beginning after catastrophic loss, many will show up in ways that feel hopeful. They will send flowers and cards, meals and hugs. We may not remember much about this part. Our system has endured a tremendous shock. Nothing inside us wants to stay where it is: not our hearts or our minds or our bodies. It’s too painful, too terrifying to live in a world where something so very precious can die. We may get glimpses of the hospital, funeral, or food train but those memories may feel unreal, intangible, and so - understandably- the 'thank you' cards collect dust on our desks. Days and weeks and months may pass where large swathes of time are unrecollectable. Our entire existence has shifted. Even the image in the mirror is unfamiliar. Our own

the interesting thing about this poem is it scans in the rythm of a traIn ! NIGHT MAIL by W.H. Auden This is the Night Mail crossing the Border, Bringing the cheque and the postal order, Letters for the rich, letters for the poor, The shop at the corner, the girl next door. Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb: The gradient's against her, but she's on time. Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder, Shovelling white steam over her shoulder, Snorting noisily, she passes Silent miles of wind-bent grasses. Birds turn their heads as she approaches, Stare from bushes at her blank-faced coaches. Sheep-dogs cannot turn her course; They slumber on with paws across. In the farm she passes no one wakes, But a jug in a bedroom gently shakes. Dawn freshens. Her climb is done. Down towards Glasgow she descends, Towards the steam tugs yelping down a glade of cranes, Towards the fields of apparatus, the furnaces Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen. All Scotland waits for

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature - the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” Rachel Carson , Silent Spring 1937-1964

'Perhaps I should not have been a fisherman, but that was the thing that I was born for... Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with that there is.' ― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea

'Who has turned us round like this, so that, whatever we do, we always have the aspect of one who leaves? Just as they will turn, stop, linger, for one last time, on the last hill, that shows them all their valley - , so we live, and are always taking leave.' ― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Duino Elegies (from The Eighth Elegy

I've been watching this and was surprised to see the tensions with the Ukraine and Russia were mentioned a lot , and also a pandemic ... USA 2016 was when it started being made ?

Does anyone know how to donate new clean clothes to the Ukraine ? thanks Gea Austen xxxxxx