| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: with her chickens was scratching among the gravel. Waldo seated himself
near them with his back against the red-brick wall. The long afternoon was
half spent, and the kopje was just beginning to cast its shadow over the
round-headed yellow flowers that grew between it and the farmhouse. Among
the flowers the white butterflies hovered and on the old kraal mounds three
white kids gambolled, and at the door of one of the huts an old grey-headed
Kaffer-woman sat on the ground mending her mats. A balmy, restful
peacefulness seemed to reign everywhere. Even the old hen seemed well
satisfied. She scratched among the stones and called to her chickens when
she found a treasure; and all the while tucked to herself with intense
inward satisfaction.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Helen of Troy And Other Poems by Sara Teasdale: That they would fly to me and on the breast
Bear evermore to tree-tops and to fields
The kiss I gave them. Sappho, tell me this,
Was I not sometimes fair? My eyes, my mouth,
My hair that loved the wind, were they not worth
The breath of love upon them? Yet he passed,
And he will pass to-night when all the air
Is blue with twilight; but I shall not see.
I shall have gone forever. Hold my hands,
Hold fast that Death may never come between;
Swear by the gods you will not let me go;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fisherman's Luck by Henry van Dyke: one.
The last time I saw the De Peysters he was following her along the
Beaverkill, carrying a landing-net and a basket, but no rod. She
paused for a moment to exchange greetings, and then strode on down
the stream. He lingered for a few minutes longer to light a pipe.
"Well, old man," I said, "you certainly have succeeded in making an
angler of Mrs. De Peyster."
"Yes, indeed," he answered,--"have n't I?" Then he continued, after
a few thoughtful puffs of smoke, "Do you know, I 'm not quite so
sure as I used to be that fishing is the best of all sports. I
sometimes think of giving it up and going in for croquet."
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