Earlier today I started an article quoting Robert Frost who said:
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”

This leads me to my next thought, no actually Annie, you’ve led me to my next thought.
This idea that life goes on, no matter what, is I think the passion of this age. And when misunderstood, it’s indeed one that can lead to apathy rather than action.

I wonder if there ever was a time when we quoted older generations as generously as we do today.
As a relatively new tweeter, I’ve been overwhelmed by the daily wisdoms shared and the depth of the platform, well in comparison to fb anyway, but even on fb wisdoms are exchanged.
Yet many of the quotes we share were noted down by people of older generations who more often than not were part of the change they wanted to see in the world.
One can only hope that the rants, as well as the encouragements, will lead to life not just going ‘on’, but going ‘forward’.

Gratitude for insight,
Minna

“There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

Urge and urge and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world.
Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex,
Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.

To elaborate is no avail, learned and unlearned feel that it is so.

Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entreatied, braced in the beams,
Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical,
I and this mystery here we stand.”
- Whitman

i do this for two reasons.

the first reason is that with so much info flying past us as such with such great force, there is little that i savour anymore. i review, but i don’t read. i check out, but i don’t absorb.

your Still Sunday posts remind me – weekly, but it lasts for me – that i need to take the time to absorb, otherwise it’s all for naught. the first sip of coffee as i read the words “Still Sunday” seems to bring a trigger that stays with me during the week so that with each first sip i take, i am reminded to savour; to absorb; to enjoy.

the second reason for the coffee is that it’s warmth is a perfect reflection and compliment to your words on Still Sunday.

i feel as refreshed by your sunday posts as i do by my coffee. sundays are not the say to answer questions, but to ask them. they are days of quiet reflection, regardless of the state of chaos that i live in, even on sundays themselves.

the sumptuousness of your prose, the delectableness of the brew… it sets me at ease. besides, i often think, while reading, that we are sitting on a sunny patio together enjoying the day, the quiet, and the coffee.

as for the french press?

annie… your posts deserve nothing less.