Archives for the month of: February, 2007

CXXX. Be generous in prosperity, and thankful in adversity. Be worthy of the trust of thy neighbor, and look upon him with a bright and friendly face. Be a treasure to the poor, an admonisher to the rich, an answerer of the cry of the needy, a preserver of the sanctity of thy pledge. Be fair in thy judgment, and guarded in thy speech. Be unjust to no man, and show all meekness to all men. Be as a lamp unto them that walk in darkness, a joy to the sorrowful, a sea for the thirsty, a haven for the distressed, an upholder and defender of the victim of oppression. Let integrity and uprightness distinguish all thine acts. Be a home for the stranger, a balm to the suffering, a tower of strength for the fugitive. Be eyes to the blind, and a guiding light unto the feet of the erring. Be an ornament to the countenance of truth, a crown to the brow of fidelity, a pillar of the temple of righteousness, a breath of life to the body of mankind, an ensign of the hosts of justice, a luminary above the horizon of virtue, a dew to the soil of the human heart, an ark on the ocean of knowledge, a sun in the heaven of bounty, a gem on the diadem of wisdom, a shining light in the firmament of thy generation, a fruit upon the tree of humility. 286

(Baha’u’llah, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha’u’llah, p. 284)




Friday, off to Germany, Frankfurt House of Worship, see Vera, meet Dom her husband, go to Weimar, visit Bach’s House, listen to concert, then go to Haifa, and will try to put pictures of all on this post!

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Quotation of the Day for February 15, 2007

“They want to converse with a lot of dead nonentities we in this realm cannot be expected to know. Who is this “Marilyn” everyone is so keen on? Who is this “Adolf”?” – Margaret Atwood, from her novel The Penelopiad. Dead Penelope, wife of Odysseus, is complaining about the obsessions of the living at the seances she haunts.

Today is a Federal Holiday and therefore in my small Kingdom of my Mind, a portion has declared itself “PUG DAY,” let’s hear it for all those Pug Lovers out there, and their Pugs!






Write about ….

Something sacred

the last light of day

promises broken

seeing someone for the last time