Up on high

cream-coloured giant squirrel

bornean black-banded squirrel

bornean mountain ground squirrel

Up on high

The wheel of age
Always a cycle.

black squirrel

Intrigued

Intrigued
and kept going
Gripped and
kept going
How I want to age.

Play, play

 

Play, play,

for it may be

what it’s all about.

When enough is enough

When enough is enough

When enough is richness

The heart stays contented.

"This being human ...."

This being human is a guest-house

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,

who violently sweep your house

empty of its furniture, still,

treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out

for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

meet them at the door laughing,

and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

Rumi, “The Guest House”

"A man should always ...."

A man should always consider how much he has more than he wants.

Joseph Addison

"Man is made God's plaything ...."

Man is made God’s plaything, and that is the best part of him. … Therefore every man and woman should live life accordingly, and play the noblest games. … What, then, is the right way of living?  Life must be lived as play.

Plato

"The Secret Song"

Who saw the petals drop from the rose?

I, said the spider,

But nobody knows.

Who saw the sunset flash on a bird?

I, said the fish

But nobody heard.

Who saw the fog come over the sea?

I, said the sea pigeon,

Only me.

Who saw the first green light of the sun?

I, said the night owl,

The only one.

Who saw the moss creep over the stone?

I, said the gray fox,

All alone.

Margaret Wise Brown