Iolanta:Why have I been given eyes?So that I may weep…Vaudemont:Does that mean there is no desire in your heart to see the light, and the glory of the universe?Iolanta:What does the word “see” mean?Vaudemont:To know the beautiful light.Iolanta:Knight, what is light? From the operaIOLANTAMusic — Peter Ilyitch Tchaikovsky Libretto - Modest Tchaikovsky (Translation by Evangeline… Continue reading Iolanta, the blind Princess
People who are unable to use their hands skillfully for all kinds of work, will not become good thinkers and will behave awkwardly in life. It is not the head alone, but the whole human being that is a logician. Activities demanding manual and bodily skill, such as knitting, leads to the enhancement of the… Continue reading Handmade
Our highest endeavor must be to develop free human beings who are able of themselves to impart purpose and direction to their lives. The need for imagination, a sense of truth, and a feeling of responsibility— these three forces are the very nerve of educationRudolf Steiner (27 February 1861 - 30 March 1925)
Social ReformerPhilosopherArchitectLiterary Critic IdeasAnthroposophyAnthroposophical MedicineBiodynamic AgricultureWaldorf Education Rudolf Joseph Lorenz Steiner was born on this day of 1861, in Murakirály, Kingdom of Hungary, Austrian Empire (now Donji Kraljevec, Croatia). He died on the 30th of March, 1925.
Pride Love Grace Failure Success Tears
Simple. Grow. Bear fruit.
Love is a Wonder.
A young man approached me somewhat insecure a few minutes ago, and from some distance said in a soft voice: “You look incredible” Did he just call me a liar?
Kiss with opened eyes Masticate with an inner smile, in attention to every juice that flows — in the mouth, at the pelvis Take time to whistle Find trust in the thought before it is spoken Smile with your tears
There are moments that give way to the merging of tears, deep breathing, and an orgasm. To some, like myself, this is known as the moment in which one performs an hour — or three — with a piano.
What is your garden? Does it see sun? Does it grow in darkness? Are it’s fruits sweet? Juicy? Fleshy? Watery? Dense? Is your garden one to the palate? To the eye? To the yearning? To subside hunger?