Experience is never limited, and it is never complete; it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider-web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every air-borne particle in its tissue.
~ Henry James
I took a walk in the woods the other day and in the middle of the pathway, hanging in mid-air, was a small cluster of pine needles. This morning I came across the quote by Henry James and the two fit together so well that I couldn’t resist sharing the coincidence.
breezes at dawn 