“If Plan A fails, remember you have 25 letters left.” — Anonymous
“Just keep going till you get there.” — Cristina White
This is a terrific post from 50Forte, an affirmation and exhortation to be yourself in all circumstances and situations, and not to be cowed by others telling you what you/your body “should be.”
How many of you remember Allison Roe? Though her reign as a leading female distance runner in the early 1980s was brief, it was impressive. She won the Boston and NYC and Seoul marathons in 1981, and broke Mary Decker Slaney’s course record in the iconic Atlanta Peachtree (10K) road race the same year.
This despite the fact that Arthur Lydiard, a legendary distance runner and coach (Lydiard and Roe are both from New Zealand), didn’t believe Roe could be a good marathoner, because she was too big.
Here’s a picture of Allison Roe in 1981. Huge, isn’t she?
No. She looks incredibly fit and strong. In 1981, as a college freshman, I wanted her deltoids (still do). I also wanted her speed, and seeing an elite female distance runner with a slightly mesomorphic frame – which is the direction I always leaned when I was training – gave me…
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How to defeat the Orange Knave?
Let’s have a massive success,
and the happiness
of a big blue tsunami wave.
“Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir the blood…Make big plans. Aim high in hope and work.
Pleased to tell you all that my poem There, In Eternity has been published for the first time in the Fall 2018 Issue 4 of the Willawaw Journal. The editor invited writers to address an author or character that had stayed with us. You can find this poem on page 6 under my full name, Cristina Luisa White, at http://willawawjournal.com
There, In Eternity
In the great beyond, that other world
where we must all begin
I hope to meet George Simenon
and also Oscar Wilde.
It would be odd to see them both
in the same place, at the same time,
these men, so different
in manner and attire.
Georges, with his pipe,
like his Inspector Maigret,
in suit and tie, or open collar,
always honest, and direct.
And Oscar, ever-elegant,
the ready wit,
perfectly held, his wrist bent.
Gentlemen, I will say, welcome,
welcome to my table. Please, take a chair.
There’s bread and cheese,
there’s fruit and cake,
I thought you each might like.
For you, Monsieur Simenon, some calvados
and, of course, champagne for Mister Wilde.
As for me, I’ll light this slender joint,
the best maui zowie green,
and in this crystal glass I’ll mix
calvados and champagne.
What grace, this pleasure,
to while away the hours
with Simenon and Wilde, you,
who filled me to the brim,
my mind and heart and soul;
you left me awed and always glad
to have known you in your work.
Let’s drink to writers,
to women, men,
to love and life,
then let us hear that chime once more
and drink to language, music,
and this poem
that brought you, and you, and me
in this circle of infinity.
To see this and other poems in the new issue of the Willawaw Journal, please follow this link:
“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant.
We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.”
Maybe it’s because Labor Day is over. Maybe it’s because we’re heading into the weekend. Whatever the reason, here are some thoughts on work:
“Every morning I wake up and look through the Forbes list of the richest people in America. If I’m not there, I go to work.”
— Robert Orben
Charles Lamb, on being criticized for being late to work, replied, “But have you noticed I always leave early?”