Looking for peace and how to get it? They have been right under our nose. One is the daily manifest, and the closing of Mr. Keillor's Read it again and again:
"Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.®" The secret is our making good work happen....from our selves and others too....reach out, if we can, to those in need.
The other remedy for me is a charity my mother supported as she could with her meager charity leftovers, was the charity Dorothy Day. That charity is on the street making charity happen with meals served and beds to sleep upon. Her charity was a daily commitment to a better day. If not, at least a fed one, some restful sleep and a meal that might cause hope. You never know....but betterment won't happen without it. See why:
Dorothy Day once said: “What we would like to do is change the world — make it a little simpler for people to feed, clothe, and shelter themselves as God intended them to do. And, by fighting for better conditions, by crying out unceasingly for the rights of the workers, the poor, of the destitute — the rights of the worthy and the unworthy poor, in other words — we can, to a certain extent, change the world; we can work for the oasis, the little cell of joy and peace in a harried world. We can throw our pebble in the pond and be confident that its ever-widening circle will reach around the world. We repeat, there is nothing we can do but love, and, dear God, please enlarge our hearts to love each other, to love our neighbor, to love our enemy as our friend.”
And she said, “My strength returns to me with my cup of coffee and the reading of the Psalms.”
“What we would like to do is change the world — make it a little simpler for people to feed, clothe, and shelter themselves as God intended them to do. “ How beautiful.
Not a comment abut this column, but a plea: my book club wanted to read your Serenity at 70 next month, but can't find a copy to buy for less than $70. What happened? What should we do?
I am quite familiar with K Ishiguro. I read Remains of the Day a few years ago. It was very stoic and a bit sullen. Butlers feeding their souls without the name of LOVE. Never Let Me Go is another classic one. It's on my to-read list and the film was quite morose. It left me longing for human connection. I realise the traditional British way of living is more upright and uptight. The monarchy is still poking around. The Queen is Dead as Stephen Morrissey once declared.
Looking for peace and how to get it? They have been right under our nose. One is the daily manifest, and the closing of Mr. Keillor's Read it again and again:
"Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.®" The secret is our making good work happen....from our selves and others too....reach out, if we can, to those in need.
The other remedy for me is a charity my mother supported as she could with her meager charity leftovers, was the charity Dorothy Day. That charity is on the street making charity happen with meals served and beds to sleep upon. Her charity was a daily commitment to a better day. If not, at least a fed one, some restful sleep and a meal that might cause hope. You never know....but betterment won't happen without it. See why:
Dorothy Day once said: “What we would like to do is change the world — make it a little simpler for people to feed, clothe, and shelter themselves as God intended them to do. And, by fighting for better conditions, by crying out unceasingly for the rights of the workers, the poor, of the destitute — the rights of the worthy and the unworthy poor, in other words — we can, to a certain extent, change the world; we can work for the oasis, the little cell of joy and peace in a harried world. We can throw our pebble in the pond and be confident that its ever-widening circle will reach around the world. We repeat, there is nothing we can do but love, and, dear God, please enlarge our hearts to love each other, to love our neighbor, to love our enemy as our friend.”
And she said, “My strength returns to me with my cup of coffee and the reading of the Psalms.”
What works for each of us only we know.
Ishiguro, worked “as a grouse beater in Balmoral...” Sounds like animal abuse...
Just to add a footnote to today’s poem:
“She asks, Why is Greenland called Greenland
if it’s not green?”
It’s worth noting that at the time when the first Europeans came to the island, it _was_ green (at least along its southern coasts.
“What we would like to do is change the world — make it a little simpler for people to feed, clothe, and shelter themselves as God intended them to do. “ How beautiful.
Not a comment abut this column, but a plea: my book club wanted to read your Serenity at 70 next month, but can't find a copy to buy for less than $70. What happened? What should we do?
Daily words from you are so special! Thank you Garrison
Marcia stout
I am quite familiar with K Ishiguro. I read Remains of the Day a few years ago. It was very stoic and a bit sullen. Butlers feeding their souls without the name of LOVE. Never Let Me Go is another classic one. It's on my to-read list and the film was quite morose. It left me longing for human connection. I realise the traditional British way of living is more upright and uptight. The monarchy is still poking around. The Queen is Dead as Stephen Morrissey once declared.