by MarianBeaman | Jul 16, 2014 | Literature, Memory, Purple Passage, Quotations, Reflection, Uncategorized
Birthdays The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been. – Madeleine l’Engle The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm. – Aldous Huxley...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 11, 2014 | Education, Lists, Purple Passage, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
Creativity You can’t use up creativity. The more you use the more you have. ― Maya Angelou [Hear her read her valiant poem “Still I Rise” here.] Creativity is intelligence having fun. ― Albert Einstein Make a careful exploration of who you...
by MarianBeaman | May 14, 2014 | Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Mennonite Lore, Purple Passage, Quotations, Uncategorized
Miracles & Problems Uncertainty & Faith The opposite of doubt is not faith. It’s certainty. Faith based on certainty is no faith at all. Anne Lamott Embrace the present. Uncertainty is no excuse for paralysis. Do not wait for good to happen...
by MarianBeaman | May 7, 2014 | Coming of Age, Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Purple Passage, Uncategorized
It’s spring concert time and I’m making my fingers fly fast over the strings of my violin pizzicato style, trying to keep up with the syncopated rhythms of The Typewriter Song. Noah Klauss, the director of our Elizabethtown High School Orchestra, is a fan of Leroy...
by MarianBeaman | Apr 12, 2014 | Family / Nostalgia, Literature, meditation, Memory, Purple Passage, Quotations, Reflection, Uncategorized
LILACS April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots and spring rain. T. S. Eliot The Waste-Land When Lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in...
by MarianBeaman | Mar 22, 2014 | Education, Gratitude, Literature, meditation, Memory, Purple Passage, Quotations, Reflection, Uncategorized
Purple Passages with a Fish & a Kiss, March 2014 Edition Winter Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. Willa Cather, My Antonia If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Percy Bysshe Shelley “Ode to...
