Not so silent Sunday

Hummingbird moth on zinnia. (I think it is a Snowberry Clearwing.)

Life just seems so full of connections.  Most of the time we don’t even pay attention to the depth of life.  We only see flat surfaces.

~ Colin Neenan

If we were having coffee: Life is what happens edition

A summer day in what was the Bare Meadow. Flowers are popping up all over.

All human plans [are] subject to ruthless revision by Nature, or Fate, or whatever one preferred to call the powers behind the Universe.

~ Arthur C. Clarke

Pieces of rainbow

Wisps of rainbow

Where does the rainbow end,
in your soul or on the horizon?

~ Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions

On the waterfront

A Sunday sunset song

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all… I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it.  Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water.

~ Eugene Ionesco

If we were having coffee: Pensive edition

Sometimes things are not quite clear.

The Roots of Violence:  Wealth without work, Pleasure without conscience, Knowledge without character, Commerce without morality, Science without humanity, Worship without sacrifice, Politics without principles.

~ Mahatma Gandhi, Young India, 22 October 1925