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Sunday signage

September 2013 007a

Life is one big road with lots of signs.  So when you riding through the ruts, don’t complicate your mind.  Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy.  Don’t bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality.  Wake Up and Live!

~ Bob Marley

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A woman once described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as if they were speaking their innermost secrets to her listening ears.  Over the years I’ve envisioned that woman’s silence, a hearing full and open enough that the world told her its stories.  The green leaves turned toward her, whispering tales of soft breezes and the murmurs of leaf against leaf.

~ Linda Hogan, Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World

Twisting into darkness
Vine tales
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Stopping to smell the roses

Early morning light and dew
Early morning light and dew

Activity and rest are two vital aspects of life.  To find a balance in them is a skill in itself. Wisdom is knowing when to have rest, when to have activity, and how much of each to have.  Finding them in each other — activity in rest and rest in activity — is the ultimate freedom.

~ Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, Celebrating Silence

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Varigated Fritillary
Varigated Fritillary

I like spring, but it is too young.  I like summer, but it is too proud.  So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colors richer, and it is tinged with sorrow and a premonition of death.  Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age.  It knows the limitations of life and is content.  From a knowledge of those limitations and its richness of experience emerges a symphony of colors, richer than all, its green speaking of life and strength, its orange speaking of golden content and its purple of resignation and death.

~ Lin Yutang

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