Pay attention to the make-believe!
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run— Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
There’s a story here. I don’t know it. Please feel free to make one up.
There was some kind of happy festival on Boston Common today. I should (but don’t) know what it was about. Lots of people with lots of kids. Maybe some sort of pre-mother’s day celebration? Whatever it was in aid of, the red-headed angel stole the show.
Our place here on Beacon Hill is near the top, which means to go almost anywhere we’ve got to walk downhill to get there. The usual route is down Beacon Street to Charles Street. The buildings along here are well kept up and often have nice plantings fronting them.
This morning’s trek to the grocery store looked like this. Though it was raining gently the mist-soaked trees and flowers made the trip most enjoyable.
Andy Borowitz jokes that congressional Democrats would agree to end the government shutdown in exchange for President Donald Trump leaving the United States.
— Read on www.newyorker.com/humor/borowitz-report/dems-agree-to-fund-wall-and-reopen-government-if-trump-leaves-country-forever
I love the quiet time before the city rouses itself. No horns, no sirens, only ths soft sounds of sleep slinking off.
When we think continually about ‟I! I! I!” and only talk about ourselves, we considerably reduce the size of the world that we want to be ours. The events that occur in the narrow sphere of selfishness affect us deeply and will certainly disturb our inner peace. The situation is very different when we feel primarily concerned with others and bear in mind that they are so numerous that, in comparison, our own personal concerns are negligible. If on top of that our desire is to remove their suffering, we will not get discouraged. It will give us more courage and determination, in contrast to self-pity, which depresses us and reduces our courage.
Oral Teachings given in Schvenedingen Germany, 1998.
FOURTEENTH DALAI LAMA, TENZIN GYATSO (b. 1936
Street Vendor Extraordinaire
Hal works for the Homeless Empowerment Project (Vendor License 135) selling newspapers to raise money for Boston’s street people. He lives in the South End near Mike’s Diner. He was a roofer but has had both knees and a hip replaced.
He’s clean, works hard, dresses well and is well spoken. But he also is black and often not given the recognition he deserves.