become clear.
-P.Richards
(Big thanks to Pat Richards for the guest perspectives - both words and view! Chew on more of her refreshing weekly musings at God's Friday Girl!)
"People who think it’s so hard to find a needle in a haystack are probably not quilters. Needles find you. Just walk on the haystack for a second. You’ll find the needle." -Jenny Lawson in Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things
“But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon.
It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we."
-G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936), from Orthoudoxy
Big thanks to Sister #3 for today’s musings & Big Sky view during her recent Montana meanderings.
Rural mailboxes captured my imagination, reminders that some things in life are worth waiting for.
"I love the rebelliousness of snail mail, and I love anything that can arrive with a postage stamp. There's something about that person's breath and hands on the letter."
-Diane Lane in interview with Steve "Frosty" Weintraub, Sept. 26, 2008
“We followed a trail into the hills on the eastern edge of the wide valley, our view dominated by the backdrop of mountains dark with the hazy purple-blue of distant conifers.“
-Thunder Voice, Sam Keaton Series by Sigmund Brouwer, p. 95
Spring rainfall last night and into this morning punched up the colour vibrancy east of Lincoln, Montana, and made for a gorgeous Montana road trip day. (Now we just need those fruitful clouds to head north and tamp down Alberta’s wildfires and smoky skies, please Lord.)
“…but if you never do, don't be discontented about it. We make our own lives wherever we are, after all . . . They are broad or narrow according to what we put into them, not what we get out. Life is rich and full here . . . everywhere . . . if we can only learn how to open our whole hearts to its richness and fulness." “
-Mrs. Allan to Anne, Anne of Avonlea, Chapter 15 by L.M. Montgomery
“It was his favorite tree and he
would sit in its shade all day
and smell the flowers.”
-from The Story of Ferdinand
by Munro Leaf, Drawings by Robert Lawson
Click here to hear the meadowlark serenade of my soggy boggy traipse in pursuit of this vie near Ronan, Montana.
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.”
—from Praying by Mary Oliver (1935-2019)
“Art is how we decorate space, music is how we decorate time.” -Jean-Michel Basquiat (1960-1988)
May your “decorating” on this second spring day be inspired by the Grand Creator of all things bright and beautiful, brave and small.
“Each first of January that we arrive at is an imaginary milestone — at once a resting place for thought and meditation, and a starting place for fresh exertion in the performance of our journey. The man who does not at least propose to himself to be better this year than he was last must be either very good or very bad indeed.”
- Charles Lamb (1775-1834), as quoted by Joan Anderson, in A Year By The Sea, p.82
Just as suspected: Clouds from valley rain this weekend kissed the Mission mountaintops with fall snow. First fruits of full winter glory...
“Yellow is my favorite, but what is yellow? Handmaiden to
white, it is a slight tarnish of pure light. Take away a bit of whites absolute
luminosity, and what remains is yellow -- sunlike, golden as a crown,
buttercups in a field, marsh marigolds, a finch's wing, a plastic flute.”