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

A Monday meander

Stripes across the sky.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

~ Rachel Carson, The Sense of Wonder 

We do not understand the earth in terms either of what it offers us or of what it requires of us, and I think it is the rule that people inevitably destroy what they do not understand.

~ Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays

A morning moon

Early yesterday.

Everything flows and nothing abides, everything gives way and nothing stays fixed.

~Heraclitus

If we were having coffee: Road trip

Reflections: Back in the Bogs.

When I am in my mind,
My mind gives me what it has:
Sighs.
When I am in my heart
My heart gives me what it is:
Delight.
~Sri Chinmoy

A Friday farrago

Spring blossoms.

Bless the poets, the workers for justice, the dancers of ceremony, the singers of heartache, the visionaries, all makers and carriers of fresh meaning—We will all make it through, despite politics and wars, despite failures and misunderstandings. There is only love.

~ Joy Harjo, Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems

A Monday meander

Hiding in the grass.

All you can do is this: Whatever you experience, whether tangible or intangible, look underneath the experience, like a child looking for a lizard under a stone. You’re not expecting anything to be there, but you’re always wondering if there might be.

~ Richard Leviton