“When
the soul throws its windows wide open, letting in the sunshine, and presenting
to all who see it the evidence of its gladness, it is not only happy, but it
has an unspeakable power of doing good.“
-Orison Swett Marden (1850-1924)
Showing posts with label Moth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moth. Show all posts
22 June 2018
21 June 2018
Fleeting Still - Missoula, Montana
“It's a moment that I'm after, a fleeting moment, but not a
frozen moment.”
-Andrew Wyeth (1917-2009)
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15 June 2018
Shadow Kin - Missoula, Montana
"Hard is hard - there is no measuring stick -
and sadness too often comes right in as
the shadow kin of joy."
-From The Forbidden Garden by Ellen Herrick, page 78
and sadness too often comes right in as
the shadow kin of joy."
-From The Forbidden Garden by Ellen Herrick, page 78
14 June 2018
On Breathing Dust - Roadside in Missoula, Montana
"He knew he was in the presence of two Eldila.... "Look on him , beloved, and love him", said the first.
"He is indeed but breathing dust and a careless touch would unmake him." "
"He is indeed but breathing dust and a careless touch would unmake him." "
-from Perelandra, by C. S. Lewis, transition into Ch 16
Crouched at the edge of the road (&, yes, paying attention so as not to get run over!), I think, "How much more fragile are we, with all our complex internal systems grounded in original dust, than this tiny, intricate winged creature come to rest on the edge of a mud puddle?".
Crouched at the edge of the road (&, yes, paying attention so as not to get run over!), I think, "How much more fragile are we, with all our complex internal systems grounded in original dust, than this tiny, intricate winged creature come to rest on the edge of a mud puddle?".
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18 June 2016
Fragile Overcoming - Missoula, Montana

-Helen Keller (1880-1968)
30 September 2015
Journey Onward - Missoula, Montana

How far or fair life’s path will be
For then we would not see the sun
Stop by Another Porch... A Poetry Blog to take in the perpetual loveliness of Janet's writing.
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05 November 2014
Winged Window Watcher - East Missoula, Montana
A rare view of the reticent moth, serendipitously seen on a trek upstairs to the church balcony. The daylight through the window detailed its delicate colours and patterns - who knew such perfect fringes edge each wing of these common insects?!
While it's odd for a moth to rest in broad daylight on fully exposed glass, I like to think (fancifully) that our window watcher heard the buzz about goings-on at River of Life and stopped to see it in real time.
While it's odd for a moth to rest in broad daylight on fully exposed glass, I like to think (fancifully) that our window watcher heard the buzz about goings-on at River of Life and stopped to see it in real time.
25 July 2013
Twilight Explorer, Missoula, Montana
“We shall not cease from exploration,
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”
- T.S. Eliot, as quoted in “Walking From East to West” by Ravi Zacharias
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