He was undu-ly-late
but that didn’t stop him from making his presence known to The Little Prince.
And in excerpts, the fox said:
I am a fox.
I cannot play with you. I am not tamed.
It is an act too often neglected. It means to establish ties.
To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . .
My life is very monotonous … Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . .”
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
“What is essential is invisible to the eye,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
photo credit
via Undulate
If we hear you play the piano,
you are a pianist.
If you show us the carrots and onions you grew,
you are a gardener.
If you hand us a copy of your signed novel,
you are an author.
If you are pulling 10 oz padded gloves on your hands,
you are a boxer.
If you are covered in flour and hand us a loaf of warm bread,
you are a baker.
But if you have to tell us that you are a “genius” and that your “two greatest assets have been mentally stability and being, like, really smart,”
then I, for one, feel brilliant for not believing you.
via Brilliant
Do not weep for me
for I have experienced a lifetime of joy
the sounds of birthing
the squeals of jubilant voices.
Do not weep for me
for I have felt the vibrations of storms
and weathered through them with dignity.
I have witnessed the changing of seasons
and watched the children have children.
I have seen the fruits gathered and shared by many hands.
I have smelled the soups of wellness upon a cookstove,
freshly cut grass at my entrance,
and the rain both distant and near.
I have experienced these things and more.
Do not weep for me.
Weep for the forlorn.
via Forlorn
If we funnel our time and energies into being creative, we will see more colors.
And, we will have more fun!
art by CD-W
via Funnel
You win some and you lose some
but in his case,
his winsome personality
made him win more
than he lost.
via Winsome
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 