The practice is simply this: keep coming back to your breath during the day. Just take a moment. This will give your mind a steadiness and your breath a gracefulness . . . There’s so much to let go of, isn’t there? Your nostalgia and your regrets. Your fantasies and your fears. What you think you want instead of what is happening right now. Breathe.
~ Rodney Yee, Yoga: The Poetry of the Body
I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.
~ Charles de Lint
Over a year ago, Christine, inspired by beeblu blog, posted her own beautiful Search Engine Poetry. It was something I meant to do at the time, but I put off and eventually I forgot about it. Last weekend I spent some time sorting through my email and came across the email notice about Christine’s post, and decided to have a look at my search engine terms to see what I could come up with.
The longer you are in a place, the more you get under its layers.
~ Frances Mayes
CONRAD: Oh, Jerry are you okay with this hinge?
CONRAD: I can get you any kind you want, you know. Four holes, three holes, two holes, bronze, no hinge at all.
JERRY: You know, why don’t we just go with the one in your hand?
CONRAD: Oh, these are different.
JERRY: Drop one. . . . left!
~ From episode 152 of Seinfeld, “The Nap”
Talk about the joys of the unexpected, can they compare with the joys of the expected, of finding everything delightfully and completely what you knew it was going to be?
~ Elizabeth Bibesco
Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let’s be merry; we’ll have tea and toast;
Custards for supper, and an endless host
Of syllabubs and jellies and mincepies,
And other such ladylike luxuries.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley