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August light

A sunrise.

Today is your big moment. Moments, really. The life you’ve been waiting for is happening all around you. The scene unfolding right outside your window is worth more than the most beautiful painting, and the crackers and peanut butter that you’re having for lunch on the coffee table are as profound, in their own way, as the Last Supper. This is it. This is life in all its glory, swirling and unfolding around us, disguised as pedantic, pedestrian non-events. But pull off the mask and you will find your life, waiting to be made, chosen, woven, crafted.

~ Shauna Niequist

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A cloudy Tuesday

Dragonfly in the meadow.

What is the meaning of life? That was all – a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

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A weekend stroll

On the beach at the Point.

It is only when people begin to shake loose from their preconceptions, from the ideas that have dominated them, that we begin to receive a sense of opening, a sense of vision…That is the sort of time we live in now.  We…live in an epoch in which the solid ground of our preconceived ideas shakes daily under our uncertain feet.

~ Barbara Ward

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If we were having coffee: A walk through a cemetery

Showing off his feathers.  (This was taken here at the ranch before I left to go on vacation.)

Nobody can discover the world for somebody else. Only when we discover it for ourselves does it become common ground and a common bond and we cease to be alone.

~ Wendell Berry, A Place on Earth 

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Hope

Light in the darkness. (Flag flying in Kingston, New York.)

Cause-and-effect assumes history marches forward, but history is not an army. It is a crab scuttling sideways, a drip of soft water wearing away stone, an earthquake breaking centuries of tension. Sometimes one person inspires a movement, or her words do decades later, sometimes a few passionate people change the world; sometimes they start a mass movement and millions do; sometimes those millions are stirred by the same outrage or the same ideal, and change comes upon us like a change of weather. All that these transformations have in common is that they begin in the imagination, in hope.

~ Rebecca Solnit, Hope in the Dark

Joy doesn’t betray but sustains activism. And when you face a politics that aspires to make you fearful, alienated and isolated, joy is a fine act of insurrection.

~ Rebecca Solnit, Hope in the Dark 

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An evening stroll in Kingston

On the dock by Rondout Creek in Kingston, New York.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

~ Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

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