tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196745692024-03-05T04:01:24.579+00:00Antologia pessoalmantimentos para o caminho...Jorge Cancelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165668289928629551noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19674569.post-12002246122644452702007-11-24T14:15:00.000+00:002007-11-24T14:24:54.424+00:00Antologia pessoal 8<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOWD2mqdiOxEaKW6SG1WQSw8F2u6QEGJho1vbGhgO3zPyndmyaiyfhzSCGg-F4NYroFaoDR6XzWc5h7SwQXWZOHyCYHRtkmCAmPJSy12SkXDegX2uCWnNjSYK5BUmc7XC_3f8ag/s1600-h/P4010067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOWD2mqdiOxEaKW6SG1WQSw8F2u6QEGJho1vbGhgO3zPyndmyaiyfhzSCGg-F4NYroFaoDR6XzWc5h7SwQXWZOHyCYHRtkmCAmPJSy12SkXDegX2uCWnNjSYK5BUmc7XC_3f8ag/s200/P4010067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136411753558297746" border="0" /></a><br />"The secret of getting ahead is getting started.<br /><br />The secret of getting started is breaking your complex overwhelming tasks into small manageable tasks, and then starting on the first one"<br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Mark Twain</span>Jorge Cancelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165668289928629551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19674569.post-77414282068053546852007-07-22T23:32:00.000+01:002007-11-24T14:26:20.822+00:00Atitude<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBeIsEOz5IewXyH49-bQxFQR8EWj4GSa0lXbTUaHsDZmDg53SWUN9XWMIbC6CUM_9fir5G-W8UzZ7B5VTMbKSKZZ-qA6BtscmgiKBPp8ye99o8ffFFUWEd8oF2bfMPIaAfHtZ5w/s1600-h/P8220029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBeIsEOz5IewXyH49-bQxFQR8EWj4GSa0lXbTUaHsDZmDg53SWUN9XWMIbC6CUM_9fir5G-W8UzZ7B5VTMbKSKZZ-qA6BtscmgiKBPp8ye99o8ffFFUWEd8oF2bfMPIaAfHtZ5w/s200/P8220029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090156321483929890" border="0" /></a><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">.</span><span>..the governing factor is my mental attitude.</span><br /><br /><span>Our basic outlook, how we relate to external circumstances is thus the first consideration in any discussion on developing inner peace.</span><br /><br /><span>In this context, the great Indian scholar-practitioner Shantideva once observed that whilst we have no hope of finding enough leather to cover the earth so that we never prick our feet on a thorn, we actually do not need this much. He observed that enough leather to cover the soles of our feet will suffice.</span><br /><br /><span>In other words, whilst we cannot always change our external situation to suit us, we can change our attitude</span><span style="font-style: italic;">."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">in "Ancient Wisdom, Modern World" - Tenzin Gyatso, His Holiness the Fourteenth Dalai Lama of Tibet, Little, Brown and Company, London, 1999, pags 61-62</span></span>Jorge Cancelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165668289928629551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19674569.post-53845405724919542352007-01-22T21:41:00.000+00:002007-01-22T21:44:03.910+00:00Children see......children do!Jorge Cancelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165668289928629551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19674569.post-51744239542234433492006-12-24T16:51:00.001+00:002006-12-24T17:06:39.054+00:00Antologia pessoal 5 (clicar em "Audio excerpts" e "Clip 1")<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPeBOfNZi4_wTNIfd9g_5dwSalv8mbmste87fR_SAQhAU5qODZAq3Dsyq2KOxSuvQ4r2j2Ih6Gxkg6fH5lkUYRlELihPnUCtwL-7MTcmyQrI1g286JmbA7ySrpwqlMCezRHrDFw/s1600-h/P5150244.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPeBOfNZi4_wTNIfd9g_5dwSalv8mbmste87fR_SAQhAU5qODZAq3Dsyq2KOxSuvQ4r2j2Ih6Gxkg6fH5lkUYRlELihPnUCtwL-7MTcmyQrI1g286JmbA7ySrpwqlMCezRHrDFw/s200/P5150244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012139702947973362" border="0" /></a><br /><p>"<i style="font-style: italic;">What I’m saying to you this morning, my friends, even if it falls your lot to be a street sweeper, go on out and sweep streets like Michelangelo painted pictures; sweep streets like Handel and Beethoven composed music; sweep streets like Shakespeare wrote poetry; </i><span style="font-style: italic;">sweep streets so well that all the host of heaven and earth will have to pause and say, "Here lived a great street sweeper who swept his job well." </span></p> <blockquote style="font-style: italic;"> <blockquote> <p>If you can’t be a pine on the top of a hill </p> <p>Be a scrub in the valley—but be </p> <p>The best little scrub on the side of the hill, </p> <p>Be a bush if you can’t be a tree. </p> <p>If you can’t be a highway just be a trail </p> <p>If you can’t be the sun be a star; </p> <p>It isn’t by size that you win or fail— </p> <p>Be the best of whatever you are. </p> </blockquote> </blockquote> <p><span style="font-style: italic;">And when you do this, when you do this, you’ve mastered the length of life. </span>"<br /></p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Martin Luther King,<i> </i>"The three dimensions to a complete life", sermão em New Covenant Baptist Church, Chicago, Illinois, 9 Abril 1967</span><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Jorge Cancelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165668289928629551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19674569.post-1136936261607382752006-01-10T23:23:00.000+00:002006-12-24T01:12:55.608+00:00Antologia pessoal 4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfbl-e9oHIAsElLODQEbzTi3f3nHd5IFAgVfpa_NcymonJyCfJVJHrRk4DamMR9S0yQIrBsKf0PDKcie-LWqfH1-UuUojfjWn6RLX4KbNEL14wQCncty0pZyr5qIRmMNPae92WA/s1600-h/P5150212.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfbl-e9oHIAsElLODQEbzTi3f3nHd5IFAgVfpa_NcymonJyCfJVJHrRk4DamMR9S0yQIrBsKf0PDKcie-LWqfH1-UuUojfjWn6RLX4KbNEL14wQCncty0pZyr5qIRmMNPae92WA/s200/P5150212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011889448088537266" border="0" /></a><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Só os trâmites importam. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eles é que permanecem e não o fim, mera ilusão do caminhante que vai de pico em pico, como se o fim alcançado tivesse um sentido.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Assim como não há progesso sem aceitação do que existe. E, se assim é, a vida cifra-se numa perpétua viagem. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eu cá não acredito no repouso. Se uma pessoa se acha envolvida em determinado litígio e isso a incomoda, não lhe convém tomar a iniciativa de procurar uma paz precária e de má qualidade mediante a aceitação cega de um dos dois termos do litígio.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Julgas que o cedro ganharia em evitar o vento? O vento fere-o, mas alicerça-o. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Seria um sábio quem conseguisse separar o bem do mal.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Procuras um sentido para a vida, quando esse sentido está em vires a ser tu próprio, e não em obteres a paz miserável que o esquecimento dos litígios concede.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Se alguma coisa se te opõe e fere, deixa crescer, é que estás a ganhar raízes e a mudar. Abençoado ferimento que te faz parir de ti próprio: porque nenhuma verdade se demonstra, nem se atinge através da evidência. E aqueles que te propõem não passam de arranjo cómodo e assemelham-se às drogas que se tomam para dormir.</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cidadela", Antoine de Saint-Exupery, tradução de Ruy Belo, Editorial Aster, Lisboa, 1978, pag 132-133</span></span>.Jorge Cancelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165668289928629551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19674569.post-1136748451884366072006-01-08T19:07:00.000+00:002006-12-24T17:05:55.304+00:00Antologia pessoal 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJgRBj2kUHqMjGlcnaGYHu9EMD-QQ29yXYyHpeimS8uLSZCm0e2pFiBO-RQqb4TxlMInWJv7G3JbvAjVTkb659oAgcnvt1Ynpy64F_gsIMzkY8MF_iYgHAEPAOvYWmqf72rQ5aw/s1600-h/P6060486.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJgRBj2kUHqMjGlcnaGYHu9EMD-QQ29yXYyHpeimS8uLSZCm0e2pFiBO-RQqb4TxlMInWJv7G3JbvAjVTkb659oAgcnvt1Ynpy64F_gsIMzkY8MF_iYgHAEPAOvYWmqf72rQ5aw/s200/P6060486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011899197664299234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Reality-insight says get a sense of immediate politics and history, get control of your own time; master the twenty-four hors. Do it well, without self-pity.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >It is as hard to get the children herded into the car pool and down the road to the bus as it is to chant sutras in the Buddha-hall on a cold morning. One move is not better than the other, each can be quite boring, and they both have the virtuous quality of repetition.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Repetition and ritual and their good results come in many forms. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Changing the filter, wiping noses, washing dishes, checking the dipstick - don't let yourself think these are distracting you from your more serious pursuits.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Such a round of chores is not a set of difficulties we hope to escape so that we may do our "practice" wich will put us on a "path" - it is our path. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />(...)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Mountaineers climb peaks for the great view, the cooperation and comradeship, the lively hardship - but mostly because it puts you out there, where the unknown happens, where you encounter surprise.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The truly experienced person, the refined person, delights in the ordinary.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Such a person will find the tedious work around the house or office as full of challenge and play as any other metaphor of mountaneering might suggest</span>".<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"On the path, off the trail", in "The pratice of the wild", Gary Snyder, North Point Press, New York, 1990, pag 153-154</span><br /></span>Jorge Cancelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165668289928629551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19674569.post-1136679240414591252006-01-08T00:01:00.000+00:002006-12-24T00:53:07.409+00:00Antologia pessoal 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/999/1952/1600/P9090296.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/999/1952/200/P9090296.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >O que me apaixona na vida é poder colaborar numa obra, numa Realidade mais duradoura que eu; é neste espírito e nesta perspectiva que procuro aperfeiçoar-me e dominar um pouco mais as coisas. A morte, ao vir tocar-me, deixa intacta essas coisas, essas ideias, essas realidades mais sólidas e preciosas que eu próprio; a fé na Providência, por outro lado faz-me crer que a morte vem na sua hora, com a sua fecundidade misteriosa e particular (não só para o destino sobrenatural da alma, mas também para os progressos ulteriores da Terra).<br /><br />Então, porquê temer e desolar-me se o essencial da minha vida não é tocado - se o mesmo desenho se prolonga, sem ruptura, nem descontinuidade ruidosa?<br /><br />As realidades da fé não têm a mesma consistência sentida que as da experiência. Portanto, inevitavelmente, providencialmente, quando é necessário que troquemos umas pelas outras, há medo e vertigem. É então o momento de fazer triunfar a adoração e a confiança, a alegria de fazermos parte de um todo maior que nós próprios</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Hino ao Universo", Pe. Teilhard de Chardin, Ed. Noticias, Lisboa, pag 107</span></span>Jorge Cancelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165668289928629551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19674569.post-1134001746567317492005-12-08T00:22:00.000+00:002006-12-24T01:18:36.515+00:00Antologia pessoal 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIU5Y717kgxQZ8dgXz5zXw8pv_ngcqew0YSN56lWE6cIqe55wy0ZUyo_d6UVSjsG2kimv_i-RNo6fFaA7uo294mCyQ8DixDAgCvK0eWNEZVP4hackhpRN2oIwdeo0gRMB6OKniFA/s1600-h/P3280039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIU5Y717kgxQZ8dgXz5zXw8pv_ngcqew0YSN56lWE6cIqe55wy0ZUyo_d6UVSjsG2kimv_i-RNo6fFaA7uo294mCyQ8DixDAgCvK0eWNEZVP4hackhpRN2oIwdeo0gRMB6OKniFA/s200/P3280039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011896401640589506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">One does not need buildings, money, power or status to practice the Art of Peace.</span><span style="font-style: italic;">Heaven is right where you are standing, and that is the place to train</span>."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The Art of Peace, Morihei Ueshiba, translated by John Stevens, Shambala Pocket Classics, Boston and London, 1992, page 14</span><br /></span>Jorge Cancelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165668289928629551noreply@blogger.com0