I don’t know your story or your dreams or the things that steal your sleep, but I know they matter. I hope your story is rich with characters, rich with friends and conversation. I hope you know some people who carry you, and I hope you have the honor of carrying them. I hope that there’s beauty in your memories, and I hope it doesn’t haunt you. And if it does, then I hope there is someone who will walk you through the night and remind you of the promise of the sunrise, that beauty keeps coming, that there are futures worth waiting and fighting for, and that you were made to dream.
~ Jamie Tworkowski
For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears from their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth… Such are the autumn people.
~ Ray Bradbury
The inner light actually comes from the soul; it is already inside of us. The moment we can have free access to our soul, we will see that this light is coming to the fore to permeate our whole outer existence.
~ Sri Chinmoy, The Wings of Joy: Finding Your Path to Inner Peace
Quick reminder: Please join Frank and me over at his place, A Frank Angle, this evening or tomorrow for our collaboration on the subject of Light. I made a mistake on the timing when I posted about it on Saturday. The post is scheduled for 9:30 PM (U.S. eastern time, I think). If I get a chance this evening, I’ll come back and update the link so it will take you right to the post. And here you go, a direct link: On Light. Thank you, Frank! I love the way you weaved together your words and my images.
Beauty has as many meanings as man has moods. Beauty is the symbol of symbols. Beauty reveals everything, because it expresses nothing. When it shows us itself, it shows us the whole fiery-coloured world.
~ Oscar Wilde
Learning is finding out what you already know. Doing is demonstrating that you know it. Teaching is reminding others that they know just as well as you. You are all learners, doers, teachers.
~ Richard Bach
I went out for a walk the other evening to stretch my legs and enjoy the breeze. It was one of those liminal times, just after the sun has set but before the darkness takes over, a time between times when the veil between the worlds is thin and, it is said, magic happens. As I approached the roses, I caught sight of something out of the corner of eye. A wing, a flicker, a spark of light, a giggle made almost tangible. I looked down towards the ground where I thought the flutter had come from, and there I found a tiny bed made from a rose petal nestled in the curved valley of a leaf.
When love fills your life all limitations are gone.
The medicine this sick world needs so badly is love.
~ Peace Pilgrim