Adventures and Holidays

On the road. (Near Havre de Grace, Maryland.)

What is more beautiful than a road?  It is the symbol and the image of an active, varied life.

~ George Sand

Sunday signage

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

Listening

Stirrings

There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks.  Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.

~ Linda Hogan

Storytellers

Listen

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

Vine tales

Stopping to smell the roses

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

Autumn

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

A different kind of day

An inhabitant of the deck (a skink), sun bathing on a Sunday morning.

Is it weird in here, or is it just me?

~ Steven Wright