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

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

If we were having coffee: The ferry crossing

Boarding the ferry.

Being on a boat that’s moving through the water, it’s so clear.  Everything falls into place in terms of what’s important and what’s not.

~ James Taylor

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

If we were having coffee: Sharing a sunset

Yesterday’s sunset.

Awe enables us to see in the world intimations of the divine, to sense in small things the beginning of infinite significance, to sense the ultimate in the common and the simple, to feel in the rush of the passing the stillness of the eternal.

~Abraham Joshua Heschel

Before the sun rises and sets

Early this morning.

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Wednesday wandering

Oak impressions.

To write requires an ego, a belief that what you say matters. Writing also requires an aching curiosity leading you to discover, uncover, what is gnawing at your bones.

~ Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice