Overturned Stones, 5/16/15

stonesFor those of you more recently following my blog, Overturned Stones are posts in which I share beautiful or inspiring songs/books/poems/videos/ideas/etc.

So this song found me a few months ago; it’s melancholy, soul-stirring, and so beautiful, and I never get tired of it. (Plus, Regina Spektor is a creative genius.)

“Everything Belongs,” by Richard Rohr. I will admit, I still haven’t finished the entire book, but it has been a rich, eye-opening read. His thoughts on living in the center of your being and having a contemplative mind are freeing and amazingly simple (as in, why didn’t I realize this before?) Even if you don’t read this, I’d encourage you to look up some of his videos.


Your blog recommendation for today is a rather obscure one, but oh-so-worth your time. This lovely, thoughtful blogger has inspiring, encouraging, and perspective-shattering words for you, and I anticipate a successful interwebs future. The blog’s name is “Leaving Bag End” (how cool is that?!) and here is the link. Read all of the things!
(Oh, maybe I should mention, she’s also my little sister and favorite human ever. No, I am not at all biased.)


It speaks for itself:

A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!—
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,—act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

And with that, I bid you a wonderful Saturday. Don’t forget to leave some time unplanned for adventure to find you!

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