On silence

That most precious of qualities to cultivate and possess.

Silence is itself the stuff of substance; the moments it fills are not the inbetweenery of life but life itself – rich and nuanced and irrepressibly, if quietly, alive.

~ Deborah Underwood

Reminds me of what I read about the rests in music. Rests are not the inbetweenery of the notes of the piece - it creates the melody - it makes the makes the music come alive.

Don Rath Jr. says: Rests allow us the ability to add depth and additional emotions to music through the use of silence.

About horses

There is something very special about horses. I love the way Sharon Ralls Lemon puts it:

The essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit, and fire.

Hygge

Hygge, pronounced 'hooga, actually comes from a Norwegian word meaning "well-being." It first appeared in Danish writing in the 18th Century and has been embraced by the Danes ever since!

Hygge means creating a warm atmosphere and enjoying the good things in life with good people. The warm glow of candlelight is hygge. Friends and family is hygge too. There's nothing more hygge than sitting round a table, discussing the big and small things in life.

Susegad

Susegad is a concept which is associated with Goa. It is derived from the Portuguese word sossegado which means quiet. Sadly, the word has acquired negative connotations and is taken to mean a relaxed attitude and enjoyment of life.

However, this is not what susegad meant. It means contentment, and being at peace with yourself.

Got an apt word

word-nerd

Came across this in a sentence which tells of an argument with a person who has a fantastic vocabulary. Such people can use words to turn and twist any argument in their favor, and you are left wondering where the argument started and where it went and indeed, where it ended!

Check this out

Fiction makes the world real.

And another one:

Reality is in the eye of the beholder.



A suggested read - Revenge Wears Prada - for those of us who loved The Devil Wears Prada, if just for the last sentence in this review:

I’d rather work for Miranda Priestly any day.

Ray Bradbury on books

Ray Bradbury's 1953 classic Fahrenheit 451 says:

    I ate them like salad, books were my sandwich for lunch, my tiffin and dinner and midnight munch. I tore out the pages, ate them with salt, doused them with relish, gnawed on the bindings, turned the chapters with my tongue! Books by the dozen, the score and the billion. I carried so many home I was hunchbacked for years. Philosophy, art history, politics, social science, the poem, the essay, the grandiose play, you name ’em, I ate ’em.