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FLYING GRACE

Some know that in me the serenity to win the pulse speed. So also the time Sold me to deliver applications and sign minutes, and I defeat the alleged urgency that require the fast words of the blog and the Cento white pages of the thesis impatient, and above I'm nervous because I want to deliver on time and well . Other few even know that I like to eat breakfast at home at nine-toast, cereal and coffee- while others run down the street with his s Tarbuck's coffee in hand, I love the praise of slowness gives us sometimes AnaC and sympathize with writing parsimonious Carmen Laforet. And I know that it is a bump on the head me in the head, or two and three and four, the Jesuit more tightrope that picky, to ginger up a bit. Because our Baltasar Gracian, to Stute as the serpent, first surprises us with their concepts blend of wisdom, ingenuity and wit:

not be pure evil good Toggle [...] the bitter with the sweet taste test, only the sweetness is for children and fools.

words silk Gently [...] condition has always been to take a mouthful of sugar confit words, who know the same enemies.

No lie, if not all truths. There is nothing that requires more tact than truth, a heart bled. Therefore it is necessary for knowing that to knowing silence. Not all truths can say some because I care about, others because the next.

Things did not go through what they are, but what they seem . Valer and know show is worth twice.

careful not to miss one, rather than hitting percent. Nobody looks at the sun shining, and all the eclipse.

Fleeing the note at all , that in being noticed, defects are the same enhancements [...] Even in the left understood what degenerates into froth.

And further invites us to cultivate that difficult art of temperance, or balancing. For one thing, to see if I train well to not fall so often that string that must be maintained between the diligence and slow pace , between act quickly and enjoying slowly, between prudence and clearance between the bumbling indecision and prompt resolution. And so you know when you need to maintain tight the reins and when to chop :

Diligent and intelligent. Stagecoach runs soon as neatly intelligence thinks. It is foolish passion of haste, which, not find the stop acted without compunction [...] The haste is the mother of joy. Acted much nothing left for tomorrow. Augusta run enterprise space.

Male resolution. is less harmful to the poor execution of irresolution. Do not spend when both materials are as stagnant.

not live in a hurry. Knowledge sharing is know how to enjoy things. [...] There are more days than these. The benefit, of space, in the act, to hurry. The exploits, or are, made, the happy, evil, finishes.

not tired so polite [...] Earn what you lose so short. The good, if brief, twice good. And even worse, if little, not too bad. More quintessential act that jumbles [...] How well that is said quickly.

Think ahead. today for tomorrow and even for many days. Most have hours della providence is, for there not prevented, or give notice trouble. There has to await the passage for the choke, and it must advance [...] All life must be thought to hit the course. The discretion given reconsejo and providence of living advance.

Man arrested, evidence of prudent . It's fiery tongue, which, if once released, it is very difficult to be able to re-stringing.

Male out. Never haste or passion. Be a master yourself first, and will be after the other. The arrest prudent season hits and mature secrets. The crutch of time is the sharp nails Obrador of Hercules. God does not punish himself with a cane, but flavorful. The same fortune waiting to reward the greatness of the reward.

good entertainment is better than business. We do not have anything but the time our unhappiness is to spend Just [...] the beautiful life in too much mechanical tasks of the sublime or debited from occupations or envy, is run over and choke the living spirits.

(Baltasar Gracian: Oracle manual and the Art of Prudence, 1647)

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EQUILIBRIST TABLES AND TABLE LAMPS

The table was set and dressed in detail in the center of the glass room of an old house. The chairs that kept secret places long ago occupied by parents and siblings. The sun of the two playing in the cups of wine. The host warmly welcoming the guests, who did not know each other: a wise philosopher, simple as the dove, a spirited psychology student, two lawyers who are passionate about much more than the right, a despiertísimo high school student, a linguist hallucinated. The aroma of those meats cooked slowly we started to heat than swift thought of Babette's Feast . And a prodigious desktop that lasted until dusk, full of meaning, accompanied by the mysterious clock that was right to sound a word right after roundabout. On that evening they spoke of many things, man, jobs, vocations, the creative faithfulness that liked me so much, of poetry, wine from California, the story of a Grand Marnier, for our fault, and will not meet the two hundred years. Cristian, high school student, asked Eusebi, the host, to tell us how he discovered his vocation (and teaching philosophy). Thanks to Christian, then, we hear a beautiful answer, I regret not being able to accurately transcribe: "It was in the endless desktops and family gatherings were organized in this same table today we are dealing, in the same light that is declining. Here I started to love the asking and listening, and soon came the desire to teach what we learn, through the living word . "

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memory has flown into my room while reading how enjoyed Clavijo y Fajardo, when after visiting a dozen frivolous and inconsequential gatherings, came at last to one that filled him with satisfaction:

"Never spoke tertuliantes two at once and none was allowed to degenerate into disputes the conversation. This gathering was the school where I learned in six months longer than I had been taught in college "

(Clavijo y Fajardo, The Thinker , 1762)

And then I was silent, staring out the window. I seemed to hear the calm voice of Carmiña , so fond of the talk, to grieve for not finding willing partners:

" Friends, I want to meet you a little. But I escondéis between gestures, among mountains of gestures and words. I you throw your words to teach each other what you know, like if you show your teeth. Perhaps you have ever known that pure pleasure of giving words, listen to the other gives us. But you will gradually forgetting . "

(Carmen Martín Gaite," Your haste ")

Later, after lowering the blinds, I heard another voice, deeper and old, who has suggested that I better end this post now, because your words give us the best excuse to keep talking, if you will, behind the scenes of this page:

" The kiln tests the potter's vessels; / Test of man is his conversation. / well cultivated tree is known by its fruit, / and the heart of man by the expression of their thoughts "

( Ecclesiastical , 27, 6-7)

What Is Wrong With My Kitchen Aid Paddle?

I hardly ever dare to write about political read carefully my fellow jingles, if you open an unexpected groove in my garden. But as in the era of political correctness as correct is to meet the prospect across the Strait , this morning I set out to take a look at the letters that the young Moroccan sent his Gazel old master Ben-Beley.

And what a surprise. I think I understand better the errors of our president so humble and human, a whole political :

"within the meaning of the word political and its derivative policy, as understood my friend Nuno, I see a number of men who wish to deserve this name. are such that the same tone to say the truth lies, do not give any meaning to the words God, father, mother, son, brother, friend, truth, obligation, justice and many others that we look with much respect and utter devotion so that we do not have worthy to aspire to so high a stamp with such competitors. Mudan face a thousand times more often than clothing. Have provision made for compliance, for congratulations and condolences. At the cost of immense labor have assumed an immense quantity of frowns, smiles, laughter, tears, sobs, sighs, and (so they can see what the human mind) to blackouts and accidents. They live their souls in a flexible and pliable bodies with dozens of positions to speak. listen to, admire, despise, approve and disapprove are [...] Finally, vanes, which always point the wind that makes watches, they notice when the sun [...] Where does not take the result of their jobs? They lack, Nuño said, one thing. What is the thing that's missing? They do not need more, Nuño said that understanding. "

[José scaffold: Moroccan Letters, " Letter LXIII "]

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IN GROOVE NON MANGER, A PULL YOUR GARDEN

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ALWAYS have never begun to live or die and never end up starting. Start, the great dream of my life, always begin, always start over.
(Juan Ramon Jimenez Ideolojía )

Every day we are able to start, but we realize until we announce it to great fanfare with the festive opening of a new year. It would be nice, at least, a slight ringing remind us every morning, so sprout purposes with the same freshness and the same fervor that every first of January. In truism is that to make thinking is essential to give reality. As I learned from a wise friend, the first step towards a project can be converted into letter, attach it to fruition so that we will not miss miss the March wind. So let anchored here my purpose * to the new year: to better cultivate my garden, so small and always much to do in it! To begin to be unceremoniously booted all the dried roots, cut weeds, break up the thick carpet of dead leaves and prune the branches to be born with verve flowers and fruits after the winter cold. I think Santa Teresa, how are delighted to believe that his soul was a garden to be cultivated with care and determination, armed with the necessary humility to cut and discard the useless, always in search of better off, even while their dream garden but not enough to be a wasteland :

say cut, they will come a time when the soul, no memory of this garden, everything looks dry, and not having water to support, nor does it seem there was never anything in the soul of virtue. Pass a lot of work, because the Lord would like it to the poor gardener, that everyone who has been in supporting and regarle, is lost. So the real weed and root out the little plants, however small, that have been bad, with no care to know enough water if we remove God's grace, and take little our nothingness, and even less than nothing . Won here very humbly; turn back to flowers grow.
(Santa Teresa de Jesus Book of Life, cap. XIV)

* Note: In my purpose is included to improve the care of one of the most fondly products that attempt to grow in my garden, the blog, that is often left at the mercy of storms and my [so often] drought. In the ink of the old year were many ideas that I wanted to order and offered jumbled or were silent, many books to read, letters, gestures and poetry sleep under water waiting for a spark illuminating. To all of you friends, thank you for helping to till their land and power your way through it. Cut and root up what they believe necessary.