We are delighted to sit down,
To welcome
The one from Italy,
Constantly evolving with all the local color.
We can
Spice up your mornings,
If you like.
You’ll love a celebration,
Rapido e semplice!
May you never become
A long lost relative.
– Carolina Perrone
Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature’s law is wrong it
learned to walk without having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams, it
learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.
I know now that
It takes imagination
For humankind
To make progress.
Make no small plans.
Act.
CP
I am here
So deeply engaged
Grateful to stand on this very land
Bold enough
To decide to be here
Instead of traveling familiar
And well worn regions
To study, teach, work,
To
Begin
To
Pay attention.
I am here
CP
It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?
~ Pat Schneider
 To laugh is to risk appearing a fool, To weep is to risk appearing sentimental. To reach out to another is to risk involvement, To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self. To place your ideas and dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss. To love is to risk not being loved in return, To live is to risk dying, To hope is to risk despair, To try is to risk failure. But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, But he cannot learn, feel, change, grow or live. Chained by his servitude he is a slave who has forfeited all freedom. Only a person who risks is free. The pessimist complains about the wind; The optimist expects it to change; And the realist adjusts the sails. – William Arthur Ward
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