“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
I was a bride married to amazement. …” - Mary Oliver (1935-2019) from her poem When Death Comes
“I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music.” - Joan Miro, painter, sculptor, ceramicist
I do wonder what travel stories this cottonwood leaf duo could tell (if, of course, they could manage to stop for a chat or interview …).
“The face of the river, in time, became a wonderful book . . . which told its mind to me without reserve, delivering its most cherished secrets as clearly as if it had uttered them with a voice. And it was not a book to be read once and thrown aside, for it had a new story to tell every day.” — (Samuel Clemens (1835-1910) aka Mark Twain , Life on the Mississippi)
“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
“The air turned soft. The flowers rioted on the foothills and along the watercourses and clover bloomed. It was the few days between winter and the dusty summer when the earth held water for a moment, People opened the windows of their houses and let air wash through They looked at the beds of iris and the camas lilies, up and brilliant and gone in a week. “
-from Long Son, A Gabriel Du Pré Mystery by Peter Bowen (1945-2020), page 152
Beautiful Easter Day to be out under God’s great heaven...and tomorrow’s forecast on my phone app shows a little snowflake with 70% chance of snow - I kid you not! We’ll wait and see....
“...to follow God does not often mean traveling with certainty about where
God will lead us. Rather, following God propels us to be present to the
place where we are, for this is the very place where God shows up.”
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Through the Advent Door: Entering a Contemplative Christmas
Today’s splendid found word, courtesy of C.S Lewis: whigmaleerie:
2. A whim, fanciful notion, a crotchet, fad, vagary (Source: Dictionary of the Scots Language)
“...I’m talking of science, not of Butler and Bergson and Shaw and all those whigmaleeries.”
-p. 49, The Dark Tower story fragment by C.S. Lewis (1898-1963)
