Wednesday, May 22, 2013


Alice asked the Cheshire Cat, "Which road do I take?"
"Where do you want to go?", said the cat.
"I don't know", Alice Answered.
"Then" said the cat, "It doesn't matter."

Would I a house for happiness erect,
Nature alone should be my architect,
She’d build it more convenient than great,
And doubtless in the country choose her seat
Horace (20 BC), author of the term “golden mean”

          And tell me…what is it you guard with fastened doors?
Have you peace…Have you remembrances…Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain?
Tell me, have you these in your houses? Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and becomes a host, and then a master?
                                                                                             - Khalil Gibran

 I've been pondering, reflecting, quite heavily upon all of these for a while now. Perhaps, you all do as well from time to time. - Cloud

Passages taken from the Riversong Housewright Wordpress Page


  1. I taught myself to live simply and wisely,
    to look at the sky and to wander long before evening
    to tire my superfluous worries.
    When the burdocks rustle in the ravine
    and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops
    I compose happy verses
    about life's decay, decay and beauty.
    I come back. The fluffy cat
    licks my palm, purrs so sweetly
    and the fire flares bright
    on the saw-mill turret by the lake.
    Only the cry of a stork landing on the roof
    occasionally breaks the silence.
    If you knock on my door
    I may not even hear.

    - Anna Akhmatova