Category Archives: Confucius

Tattered and worn paper


As I was moving around my regular decorations and knick

knacks, I came across my stack of favorite books. I was picking

them up and out fluttered a tattered and worn piece of paper. The

beloved book it fell out of is an indication why this particular paper

was stuck in there: “Magnificent Obsession” by Lloyd C. Douglas.

This was a page out of my diary and it had been much read during a

stressful period of time in my life. The paper had yellowed and was

now like a dry leaf folded in upon itself. It had been wet with tears

before it  dried.

This is the crux of the matter, my opening quote from my younger self:

“I won’t allow more hurt to seep into the crevices of my brain to haunt

me with your memories.”

This freeform poem is what follows~

It Hurts Me To Tell You…

(In All Sincerity and Goodwill Sent to You)

I am open minded but have to protect my heart.

I have to hope for a one and only.

I need to be loved as much as I give.

I wish you all kinds of joy and good health.

I will always remember you but the bad

outweighs the good.

Someone else may be up or able to handle

your multiple partners and remaining friends

with lovers.

One question: If you knew it would hurt me

then why did you do it?

The words we said don’t mean a thing to you.

Sharing a life means building a foundation

of trust.

Honesty should be the bedrock of that trust.


But I wish you could learn to live alone.

You need to grow.


This cannot be fixed.

You cannot pull my chains anymore.

You cannot make me drive my car over a cliff.

I will drive right past you and go on a much

better trip.

Robin O.


Note to one who laughs at other’s misfortunes and does

not try to straighten out their friend who is hurting me;

be very careful because karma may bite you in the butt!

(Not Confucius, just me again!)


If you have not read the beloved book mentioned above,

Magnificent Obsession by Lloyd C. Douglas, my first edition

is 1919. You can look up on Wikipedia or Cliff Notes a summary.






Are you a “lister of things?”


When you see those words, do you think, “Does she mean listener

of things?”

You would be good at looking and analyzing the roots of words then.

Most people breeze through the texts (whether it is fiction, non-fiction,

the newspaper or whatever set of the written word you are looking at)

and miss some of the meanings.

I bet because you do this all day, you may not really “listen” to the words.

I am a “lister” who makes lists and posts them around my apartment. When

I had a desk, it would have huge lists. When I was a special education

preschool teacher, my assistant and I would try to knock off each of the

numbers on the “get done before the weekend” list! Thanks, Karen!

Sometimes everyone is a lister. Lists of groceries, lists of “to do”

activities or  chores planned to the minute detail of life. Whole calendars

packed to the brim with lists, places to go and things to do.

I think the most beautiful words I ever read were of Max Ehmann’s


I used to sleep in a house gable and on the slanted ceilings I had three

large posters that my Dad took finishing wood strips and framed.

One was a turtle drawn simply with the words below it,

“Behold the turtle, he only makes progress when he sticks his neck out.”

Reminds me of Confucius, zen and philosophy class now.

I had a poster that was on many young girl’s walls in the 70’s of

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. I hope there will be readers

someday who will appreciate the handsomeness of those two

men portrayed by Paul Newman and Robert Redford. I had a lot

of pleasant daydreams and thoughts about them!

Lastly, I had a long and delicately scrolled creamy antiqued look

poster with the  beautiful poem, “Desiderata.”

If you haven’t checked out those words and you have lived awhile

without hearing them, read them, try to live them.

“Go placidly amidst the noise and haste…”

This is a very important and true list of how to live your life.

Just as appropriate and current in 2013, as it was in 1927.