"Do not be afraid; our fate
Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift."
~Dante Alighieri
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"The free intellect will see as God might see, without a here and now, without hopes and fears, without the trammels of customary beliefs and traditional prejudices, calmly, dispassionately, in the sole and exclusive desire of knowledge—knowledge as impersonal, as purely contemplative, as it is possible for man to attain."
~Bertrand Russell
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Sometimes we're so ashamed of ourselves that we automatically feel like Jesus is too.
But He's not. He knew you'd struggle, He knew you'd make some wrong decisions, He knew you'd go through some rough phases, but He still chose the cross.
Don't run from Him.
Run to Him.
"The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time."
- Dante Alighieri -
@EuropeanThoughts
It's so quiet when it snows.
The science of why this is is interesting. But the connection between this special quiet and the human soul doesn't need explanation.
I made duck sausage gravy for the first time tonight! We have been trying to see if we like duck sausage enough to stop buying pork sausage from the store (we don’t currently have a local affordable source for pork so we get sausage and occasionally bacon from the grocery store).
The taste is different for sure and obviously I have no idea what seasonings are used for the store sausage but I think we could definitely get used to only using duck sausage. Every little bit we can produce ourselves counts right?
"Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair."
~G.K. Chesterton
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"The society that separates its scholars from its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting by fools."
- Thucydides -
@EuropeanThoughts
"Go through the day rejoicing for you are no desolate wanderer, but a beloved child, watched over, cared for, supplied, and defended by your Lord."
C.H. Spurgeon
"With all our knowledge of science, we are on the road to hell and with all our wisdom we have fallen into folly. Can you not see that the world is full of filth? Let us flee from Sodom and Gomorrah, let us flee from Pharaoh and from Egypt. In our present society…one can earn respect only if one can draw from the depths of a cursed and shameful breast horrible and frightful blasphemies, or if one murders one's neighbour, or if one spreads discord and sedition throughout society. There is not one person left who does good. Not one…Torrential rain, earthquakes, hail-storms, and tempests all call men to repentance, but they refuse to heed the warning. Floods, epidemics, deadly fevers, and famines invite men to repent, but they will not heed them”
- Girolamo Savonarola
The armor of God is not something we put on occasionally; it's our daily attire. Clothe yourself in His truth, righteousness, and peace every day.
Читать полностью…Ghost Birds
As transparent as ice of old
Blue spectres are gliding forth;
One breaks away from the flow
And another follows that soul —
The wind breaks in and shouts:
"Why track this ghost of an owl?
You already died in that pursuit,
Years ago, should I remind you?"
The ghost bird glances away
With his glassy eyes of prey:
"If I am dead, why bother me?
Why care if I'm caged or free?"
The wind storms and stirs
The pale feathers of the bird!
He cared not for the nature's wrath:
The two ghosts faded off the earth.
The Snow-Storm
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Come see the north wind's masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer's sighs; and, at the gate,
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow."
“Man as he came from the hand of his Maker was poetic in both mind and body, but the gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.”
~John Muir
“𝓝𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓲𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓪𝔂.”
- 𝓔𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓮
“Trials are divine sculptors; they chisel away our pride, carving us into humble vessels of God's grace.”
- John Knox