“God knows I was due a little Light Shining on me from Above, whether I believed in such things or not. Like most people, denying it never got in the way of relying on it. “
-Woody Nickel in West With Giraffes by Lynda Rutledge, p 75
“God knows I was due a little Light Shining on me from Above, whether I believed in such things or not. Like most people, denying it never got in the way of relying on it. “
-Woody Nickel in West With Giraffes by Lynda Rutledge, p 75
“She looked up. The sky was without cloud, a dome of lightest blue filled with air, great swirls and eddies of it, which you could see — just about — if you stared long enough. She breathed in deeply, and felt the fine dry air fill her with a buoyant optimism.”
-Mma Ramotswe, p. 85 in large type edition, The Saturday Big Tent Wedding Party, a No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency novel by Alexander McCall Smith
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.…”
— Mary Oliver (1935-2019), from “Messenger,” found in Mary Oliver’s collection Thirst
“I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music.” - Joan Miro, painter, sculptor, ceramicist
“We've also grown to believe in the theory: when you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.” -Bob Arrington, in his article Accept & Adapt, POWER & MOTORYACHT / NOVEMBER 2023
My little porch geranium, still faithfully blooming bright in Missoula, Montana’s cooler fall sunshine.
In front of someone else’s home, it was easy to focus on the fall beauty of these sidewalk invaders on this gorgeous blustery autumn day in Helena, Montana.
Marvel-worthy vine curlicues stand out against Missoula’s mountains and a first-fall-day stormy sky.
“The second day in Oxford arrived, luminescent, the honey hues of sunlight falling from the leaves to settle on the grass like spilled paint. The air was as clear as glass and soft as cotton.” - from Becoming Mrs Lewis by Patti Callahan, Chapter 12
Had to scrape my windshield this morning ... My "winter is coming" denial must come to an end... I suppose....if it must...I guess...it will melt off by noon, so I'm not pulling out my parka just yet!