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Genius

superwords — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 03:07:53 +0000

Pada hakikatnya, genius adalah mewujudkan gagasan yang paling sederhana – Charles Peguy

Spending time with Mary

jonmsweeney — Tue, 13 May 2008 20:42:06 +0000

One of the most special moments of my recent trip to see churches in France, was contemplating the Virgin Mary in Chartres Cathedral. Two years ago, I wrote a book about Mary.

In STRANGE HEAVEN, I explored some of those archetypes that bubble beneath the surface in our lives, allowing us to almost subconsciously relate to certain things, as we encounter them. The motherhood of God is one of these archetypes, as is sainthood or some sort of special holiness. Well, both of these archetypes are central to understanding Mary and are central to how you "see" her in Chartres.

The "Blue Virgin" really stopped me in my tracks. I had heard and read about it, before going to see it, but it startled me. It became obvious why so many people (notably, Charles Peguy) over the centuries have strangely encountered Mary fresh in that image, and in others in the Chartres Cathedral, a place often called a "palace of the Virgin Mary."

For me, the image of Mary in that glass was that of a universal mother. She is the one who said yes, and she is the one who shows me, too, how to say yes. Without judgement. Simply. Like a mother.

Rowan Williams recently said that Mary "stands for the making strange of what is familiar and the homeliness of what is strange." Yes.

Degradation

rottenhat — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 15:40:47 +0000

Everything begins in mystique and ends in politics.

- Charles Peguy

Still clear frosty ring-around-the-full-moon night looking southwest from Rockland escarpment

goyodelarosa — Thu, 24 Jan 2008 09:13:58 +0000

+++ ... This is one of those classic kinds of still, clear, frosty, ring-around-the-almost-perfectly-full-moon nights, such as keep a poor soul such as meself up to all hours. The view from the southwest-facing balcony of our home on the Rockland escarpment becomes fuzzy as one tries to gaze into the distance where the Olympic Mountains and the lights of Port Angeles should usually be...but are tonight completely obscured by a fine mist that seems to start just off the southern Marine Drive coastline... ...A moon-ring reminds me of another I saw recently in a new heavily textured painting by Virginia SmallFry of SmallFry Enterprises in an unusually large horizontal rectangle, showing Japanese plum blossom trees lit up at night with a moon-ring around the full moon in the upper right corner. The painting is so unusually large for Virginia, she had a bit of dilemma as to how to transport it up to a house at Shawnigan Lake... ...I've bought a number of paintings by Virginia over the years. I promise to get some pix of her work up here soon... ...Working late at night always makes me think of the great long ode to the night by the French Symbolist poet Charles Peguy...a master of trance-like repetition, spiritual mystery, and startling symbolic imagery, as in the Rosary, or Francesco's prayer to Sister Moon, or the mantras of the Beats and the Krishna people... +++

O segredo do homem interessante é que o mesmo se interessa por todos.

servitiu — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 12:37:00 +0000

Charles Péguy, 1873-1914

L'amore non svanisce mai

antonellapizzo — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 00:01:37 +0000

La morte non è niente,
io sono solo andato nella stanza accanto.
Io sono io.
Voi siete voi.
Ciò che ero per voi lo sono sempre.
Parlatemi come mi avete sempre parlato.

Non usate un tono diverso.
Non abbiate l'aria solenne o triste.
Continuate a ridere di ciò che ci faceva ridere insieme.
Sorridete, pensate a me, pregate per me.
Che il mio nome sia pronunciato in casa come lo è sempre stato.
Senza alcuna enfasi, senza alcuna ombra di tristezza.
La vita ha il significato di sempre.
Il filo non e' spezzato.
Perché dovrei essere fuori dai vostri pensieri?
Semplicemente perché sono fuori dalla vostra vita?
Io t’aspetto. Non sono lontano.
Esattamente all’altro lato della strada.
Ti vedo, va tutto bene.

di Charles Péguy -scrittore e poeta-1873 /1914

Ringrazio Rina Accardo per avermi mandato questa poesia da pubblicare oggi due novembre. Un pensiero va a tutti i nostri cari. antonella

Déjà vendredi

moineruminant — Sat, 18 Feb 2006 02:02:18 +0000

Déjà vendredi et je n'ai rien écrit de la semaine... Plusieurs projets qui mijotent et qui laissent peu de temps au temps. Hier soir, c'était le groupe biblique, un groupe que j'anime depuis septembre dernier et où je m'émerveille toujours devant la foi des gens. Une foi simple, entière et tenace, qui ne se paye pas de mots ou de formules. Qui est! tout simplement. Qui endure, qui assume sans avoir toutes les réponses. C'est une foi têtue, qui espère parfois contre toute espérance, et qui est belle à voir.

C'est ma grâce que d'être le témoin de la foi des gens et qui chaque fois me fait dire: "Oh! Comme j'aimerais donner la foi si c'était en mon pouvoir!" Un peu comme l'on donne de son sang à la Croix-Rouge. Il me reste mon désir et ma prière. Et Dieu, bien sûr, qui s'arrange avec tout cela.

Et pourquoi ne pas finir la semaine avec ce beau texte de Charles Péguy:

La foi que j'aime le mieux, dit Dieu, c'est l’espérance.
La foi ça ne m’étonne pas
Ce n’est pas étonnant. J’éclate tellement dans la création.
Dans le soleil et dans la lune et dans les étoiles.
Dans toutes mes créatures.
Dans les astres du firmament et dans les poissons de la mer.
Dans l’univers de mes créatures...
La charité, dit Dieu, ça ne m'étonne pas.

Mais l’espérance, dit Dieu, voilà ce qui m'étonne
Moi-même.
ça, c'est étonnant

La Foi est une épouse fidèle
La Charité est une mère...
L’espérance est une petite fille de rien du tout...
C’est cette petite fille pourtant qui traversera les mondes,
Cette petite fille de rien du tout.

Elle seule, portant les autres, qui traversera les mondes révolus.

(Le Porche du Mystère de la Deuxième Vertu)