Smile

Daisies (and fields of wildflowers) always make me smile.  (Taken in Maine, June 2017.)

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.

~ Joseph Addison

Self-knowledge

Reflections at high tide I

You can’t see yourself. You know what you look like because of mirrors and photographs, but out there in the world, as you move among your fellow human beings, whether strangers or friends or the most intimate beloveds, your own face is invisible to you. . . We are all aliens to ourselves, and if we have any sense of who we are, it is only because we live inside the eyes of others.

~ Paul Auster, Winter Journal

Share Your World Week #46

Let’s go see the old church and cemetery.

If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs on this November day, then there is still hope for you.  Your story is still going.  And maybe some things are true for all of us.  Perhaps we all relate to pain.  Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions.  And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, all deserve whatever help we need.  Our stories are all so many things:  Heavy and light.  Beautiful and difficult.  Hopeful and uncertain.  But our stories are not finished yet.  There is still time, for things to heal and change and grow.  There is still time to be surprised.  We are still going, you and I.  We are stories still going.

~ Jamie Tworkowski

6. A visit from summer

Reflection in a puddle

Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you’re just a reflection of him?

~ Bill Watterson