Another Lifetime: Genius

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Genius

Everyone has a bit of genius in him or her. What is it that makes you exceptional? I've often considered the possibility that what makes me special is the ability to spot it in other people. There are times, however, when the rich, decadent, almost daily servings of genius creation on here are gobbled up by me as a greedy, gluttonous child would a slab of chocolate cake. That is, without proper awareness and gratitude for that which was homemade, perfected and presented with love. Without proper acknowledgment of its genius.

So in celebration of brilliance, please indulge in this, the latest our friend Claire is generously serving up.

5 comments:

Unknown said...: sheila you have me in tears.

thank you so much for sharing in my joy. it means so much to have a friend like you who multiplies my joy by celebrating alongside me.

as for this photo... just wow.; February 27, 2010 at 3:30 PM
kendalee said...: Isn't it wonderful?!

Lovely to witness and to celebrate her, as her genius is celebrated as it should be.; February 28, 2010 at 5:18 PM
♥ Braja said...: magnificent shots...; March 2, 2010 at 6:43 AM
What About The Girl? said...: You are clairvoyant.
Not only you can spot other people's special gift, you can also tell when something is amiss.
(I need not specify what particular line out of the 100. ;-)

Claire's pictures are beautiful!

I am eyeballing that cupcake! I do love cupcakes!; March 3, 2010 at 10:09 AM
kendalee said...: I was thinking about you this morning, so thought I'd just leave a "hi!" xo k; March 10, 2010 at 11:36 PM

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Three Cups of Tea, Greg Mortenson

The Hour I First Believed, Wally Lamb

The Bookseller of Kabul, Åsne Seierstad

The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox, Maggie O'Farrell
"Esme stares at the spiked rocks. She stares and stares until they begin to lose their third dimension, until they begin to look unfamiliar, insubstantial. Like the way words said over and over become just a slurry of a sound. She says the word 'word' over and over in her head until she hears only 'dwur-dwur-dwur'. She is aware of those numbers, the two and the eight, trying to find a place to slip back in. They have been lurking at the edges where she pushed them and they are mounting an assault, a break-in. She won't have it. She will not."

The House of Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne
"But as for the old structure of our story, its white-oak frame, and its boards, shingles, and crumbling plaster, and even the huge, clustered chimney in the midst, seemed to constitute only the least and meanest part of its reality. So much of mankind's varied experience had passed there, -so much had been suffered, and something, too, enjoyed,- that the very timbers were oozy, as with the moisture of a heart."

The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
"She was sitting up now. My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things"

The Life You Can Save: Acting now to end world poverty, Peter Singer
"In the United States, 97 percent of those classified by the Census Bureau as poor own a color TV. Three quarters of them own a car. Three quarters of them have air conditioning. All have access to health care. I am not quoting these figures to deny that the poor in the United States face genuine difficulties. Nevertheless, for most, these difficulties are of a different order than those of the world's poorest people."

Kiss Me Like a Stranger: My search for love and art, Gene Wilder

Eat Pray Love, Elizabeth Gilbert
"I walked into an office building one afternoon in a hurry, dashed into the waiting elevator. As I rushed in, I caught an unexpected glimpse of myself in a security mirror's reflection. In that moment my brain did an odd thing-it fired off this split second message: 'Hey! You know her! That's a friend of yours!' And I actually ran forward toward my own reflection with a smile, ready to welcome that girl whose name I had lost but whose face was so familiar......Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend"

The Kindness of Strangers, Katrina Kittle

The Alchemist, Paolo Coelho, translated by Alan Clarke
"'Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits him,' his heart said. 'We, people's hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer want to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life proceed, in its own direction, towards its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them- the path to their Personal Legends, and to happiness. Most people see the world as a threatening place. So, we, their hearts, speak more and more softly. We never stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won't be heard: we don't want people to suffer because they don't follow their hearts.'"

Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
"For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, our self, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves;"

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
"The room hovered around me with great gentleness, as if the chairs and the tables and the walls were witholding their weight out of sympathy for my sudden frailty"

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Saturday, February 27, 2010

Genius

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