Women’s washroom, Greyhound Bus Station. Nanaimo, Canada. Anon, today.
Your success
is not measured by
how popular you were
in high school or how
many people you put
down, but it is
measured by how much $ you make as
an adult, whom you
help in times of need
what grades you got
and where you’re headed.
many times you’ve
avoided stepping on a
bug, going to wal-mart,
and thinking that
you matter.
My daily affairs are quite ordinary;
but I’m in total harmony with them.
I don’t hold on to anything, don’t reject anything;
nowhere an obstacle or conflict.
Who cares about wealth and honour?
Even the poorest thing shines.
My miraculous power and spiritual activity:
drawing water and carrying wood.
Bold and thoughtful people, with wisdoms to share, come in every age. And in every place – if one looks and listens.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the
running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
– William Shakespeare
Amen to that!
This post marks the end of Tree Fortnight. I’ll be on the road and heading towards Canada tomorrow.
They took all the trees
And put them in a tree museum
And they charged all the people
A dollar and a half just to see’em.
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone.
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot.
– Joni Mitchell, Big Yellow Taxi
