I recall when Elizabeth announced her goal of a becoming a biologist on her blog. I was excited for her choice of a career path. Her interest in nature melds perfectly with her creativity. I hope you’ll click on her name to visit her blog filled with interesting topics; art, inspiration, photography, poems and prose.
She invited me and my sister to join the three day challenge to post a quote and photograph each day, and in turn invite a fellow blogger to participate each day. I’m still having a difficult time thinking and typing at the same time because of high blood pressure, but what is my choice. I dare not lie down, inactivity only makes matters worse. Martha and I accept the challenge.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919) a well known American poet wrote in Solitude “Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone.” The poem was published in 1918, a year before her death.
Or perhaps these from Google search represent laughing and crying better.
I almost forgot to invite the first blogger to participate! Marie Brinkley, won’t you participate. I would love to see more of your photographs of Queensland.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone,
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air,
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,–
There are none to decline your nectar’d wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Poems of Passion. by Ella Wheeler.
Chicago: Belford, Clarke & Co, 1883.
She was one of those magnificent creatures, the American housewife. An interesting antidote, she once tore the wallpaper from her kitchen wall to make a cover for one of her books.