"Everything that irritates us [more] about others can lead us to an understanding about ourselves."
Quote: Everything that irritates us...
Feb 1, 2011 3:38:00 AM / by Tim McCarthy posted in Creativity & Favorites
Music: January 2011 Song of the Month
Jan 1, 2011 9:53:00 AM / by Tim McCarthy posted in Creativity & Favorites
January Song: The Rebel Jesus
Artist: Jackson Browne [more]
Book: Tried by War: Abraham Lincoln as Commander in Chief
Jan 1, 2011 5:27:00 AM / by Tim McCarthy posted in Creativity & Favorites
Tried by War: Abraham Lincoln as Commander in Chief
Written by James M. McPherson [more]
Quote: If wishes were...
Jan 1, 2011 3:39:00 AM / by Tim McCarthy posted in Creativity & Favorites
"If wishes were [more] horses then beggars would ride, on clouds of white stallions with bright fiery eyes, chasing dreams of tomorrow into yesterday's skies."
Music: December 2010 Song of the Month
Dec 1, 2010 10:00:00 AM / by Tim McCarthy posted in Creativity & Favorites
December Song: Fix You
Artist: Coldplay [more]
Book: 1,000 Places to See Before You Die
Dec 1, 2010 5:28:00 AM / by Tim McCarthy posted in Creativity & Favorites
1,000 Places to See Before You Die
Written by Patricia Shultz [more]
Quote: It is neither wealth nor splendor...
Dec 1, 2010 3:40:00 AM / by Tim McCarthy posted in Creativity & Favorites
"It is neither wealth nor splendor, but tranquility and occupation, which gives happiness. "
Music: November 2010 Song of the Month
Nov 1, 2010 11:01:00 AM / by Tim McCarthy posted in Creativity & Favorites
November Song: One Way Donkey Ride
Artist: Mary Black [more]
Book: Tattoos on the Heart: The Power of Boundless Compassion
Nov 1, 2010 6:30:00 AM / by Tim McCarthy posted in Creativity & Favorites
Tattoos on the Heart: The Power of Boundless Compassion
Written by Gregory Boyle, S.J.[more]
Quote: The world is too much with us...
Nov 1, 2010 4:42:00 AM / by Tim McCarthy posted in Creativity & Favorites
"The world is too much with us; [more] late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers
Little we see in Nature that is ours
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune
It moves us not.
Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan suckled in a creed outworn
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. "




