Mexican Sayings – A Reblog

I love quotes and when I stumbled upon this set of inspiring Mexican sayings complete with delightful visuals and asides I couldn’t help sharing it with you.

via 10 Inspiring Mexican Sayings That Will Make You Wiser

Thanks Fabiola 🙂

The Rock Climber

Rock climber“When life brings you mountains, you don’t waste your time asking why; you spend your time climbing over them.” ― A.J. Darkholme, Rise of the Morningstar

 

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees

Apologies for the cropped photo. There was a very ugly signboard below and I didnt know well enough to capture over and above it. Hopefully I have learned something….

WPC: When Silence Speaks

What does silence look like asks Cheri at the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge this week. And interesting and tricky question for depending upon the situation and mood, silence can be oppressive, suffocating and a scream of despair. Yet it can also be full of warmth, unspoken yet clearly felt emotions, a comforting blanket, a time to ponder, reflect and just be.

Sunrise“We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.” ― Leonora Carrington

JungleI have never heard a more eloquent silence.” ― Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak

The silent wail of the ghosts of slaughtered trees and their mourning relatives waiting for the axe to fall…

FortDoes not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?” ― Lawrence Durrell, Justine

This section of the fort was once the Ladies Apartments (zenani deorhi) where all the kings concubines lived with secret passageways from the King room. A stage set for palace intrigues, high voltage drama, tinkle of bangles, rustle of silks swirling with perfume, silence forever. What do you hear – the a happy contented peacefulness or rife with strife, gloom and melancholy?

Beach“As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.” ― John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men

What can one say over and above that?

Backwaters“I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams…” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Thus it has been for me with still waters, mountains and trees…

WatertankIt’s so stupid because all I wanted was space and now that I have it, there’s this part of me that’s achingly lonely I could die.” ― Hannah Harrington, Saving June

Far from the madding crowd, looking down in greedy disdain…

Field“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” ― Ansel Adams

IMG_0158“He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.” ― Elbert Hubbard

I grew up looking at these mountains and this river the holy Ganga. The mountains were always like this – strong towering, silent only the colors changed with the season and time of day. But the Ganga was never like this. She was bright, clear clean green, sparkling and gurgling as She tripped over stones and boulders, gushing and frothing as she danced on her way down from the mountains, singing us to sleep. Each and every day. Without fail.

And then one day, she fell silent. Enchained and enslaved, forever silenced to serve the needs of others, bloated with detritus, armed with fortitude and restraint, she renounced her carefree days of song and dance.

Yet, can you not hear her scream through the deafening silence?

Well, what does silence mean to you? Speak up, be not silenced, ever…

#3 of 7 B&W Photo

It’s Day 3 of the no explanation no people 7 day B&W photo challenge. Simple right? But me being me – I had to go and complicate it 😀

I never knew anybody . . . who found life simple. I think a life or a time looks simple when you leave out the details.” ― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Birthday of the World and Other Stories

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Right left

straight

up down

and

sideways

she tried

her hand

at everything

believing

knowing

that one day

even fate

would give in.

Thank you Orange for nominating me – people please do check out her awesome blog and selection although I have to confess this one is my favorite and not just because it breaks the rules 😉

If you are worried and upset at having missed my earlier posts on this challenge here are the links 😀

Day 1

Day 2

Have a great day and see ya tomorrow!

The Beefy One

Beefy

Standing at the edge of a children’s playground this tree seems to have been working out 😉

I came across an excellent piece on trees by Hermann Hesse. I thought perhaps you may like to read it too.

Bäume: Betrachtungen und Gedichte [Trees: Reflections and Poems]

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees – 307

 

CB&W: Trailing

Life has been very hectic and it’s been a while since I participated in Cee’s photo challenges. I have been keeping track but then I kept getting sidetracked. This time, even though I am late, I simply had to break the jinx. Here I am with a few BW photographs of paths and trails. It has also been ages since I did quotes – hope you like 🙂

Campus“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” Martin Buber

Lodhi“The best journey of life that you can take is inside yourself to discover your new thoughts, new ideas, and new hopes.”  Debashish Mridha

Bay View Inn, Havelock“Having had enough of the lure of straight paths, this I have begun this journey with the determination to lose my way.” I dared to translate the first two lines of one of Guru Rabindranath Tagore’s songs – poth harabo bolei ebar pothe nemechi…

Hampi

“Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal” – Henry Ford

Rock garden

“Always listen to experts. They’ll tell you what can’t be done, and why. Then do it.” ― Robert A. Heinlein,

Home

“We are kept from our goal, not by obstacles, but by a clear path to a lesser goal.” Bhagwad Gita

Path“If you are facing in the right direction, all you need to do is keep on walking” – Buddhist saying.

APWC: Moving Waters

“High and fine literature is wine, and mine is only water; but everybody likes water.”
― Mark Twain

Betaab

“You never really know what’s coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it comes, you can surf over it, instead of drown in its monstrosity.”
― Alysha Speer

Lidder“Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.” ― Wallace Stevens

Manali2“It is life, I think, to watch the water. A man can learn so many things.” ― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

Double“They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.” ― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

Fountain“I want to be like water. I want to slip through your fingers but hold up a ship.” – Michelle Williams

Song

“Be fluid. Be like water. Flow around the obstacles.” Master Choa Kok Sui

Linked to Nancy’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Moving Waters