Spring green

Spring green

The garden of love is green without limit
and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy.
Love is beyond either condition;
without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

~ Rumi

Shaded day

Rose red

The great lesson from the true mystics, from the zen monks, from the humanistic and transpersonal psychologists, is that the sacred is in the ordinary, that it is to be found in one’s daily life, in one’s neighbors, friends, and family, in one’s own back yard.  This lesson can be easily lost.  To be looking elsewhere for miracles is to me a sure sign of ignorance that everything is miraculous.

~ Abraham Maslow

Iris finale

Almost over

Since Iris is the Greek goddess for the Messenger of Love, her sacred flower is considered the symbol of communication and messages.  Greek men would often plant an iris on the graves of their beloved women as a tribute to the goddess Iris, whose duty it was to take the souls of women to the Elysian fields.

~ Hana No Monogatari: The Stories of Flowers

Sea breezes

Following the Laughing Gulls to Chincoteague

A fragrant breeze wandered up from the quiet sea, trailed along the beach, and drifted back to the sea again, wondering where to go next.  On a mad impulse it went up to the beach again.  It drifted back to sea.

~ Douglas Adams

Small adventures

A small rose

I THINK OVER AGAIN MY SMALL ADVENTURES

I think over again my small adventures,
My fears,
Those small ones that seemed so big,
For all the vital things
I had to get and to reach;
And yet there is only one great thing,
The only thing,
To live to see the great day that dawns
And the light that fills the world.

~ Unknown, 19th century

Gloaming

The Great Blue Heron at dusk.

The pale stars were sliding into their places.  The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed.  All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet.  It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater — a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.

~ Olivia Howard Dunbar, The Shell of Sense

Friday flights

Mockingbird in flight

The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet.  A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense his life … The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds — how many human aspirations are realized in their free, holiday-lives — and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!

~ John Burroughs