E MPEZAR
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.
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.
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