“What a life is ours!
Doesn’t anybody in the world
anymore want to get up in the
middle of the night and sing?” —Mary Oliver
“Tell the truth about your wound, and then you will get a truthful picture of the remedy to apply to it. Don’t pack what is easiest and most available into the emptiness. Hold out for the right medicine. You will recognize it because it makes your life stronger rather than weaker.” — Clarissa Pinkola Estes
“Tell all the truth but tell it slant —” —Emily Dickinson
As high over the mountains the eagle spreads its wings,
may your perspective be larger than the view from the foothills. When the way is flat and dull in times of gray endurance,
may your imagination continue to evoke horizons.
by David Whyte
These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to life
we have refused
again and again
“I always thought why didn’t somebody do something about that. Then I realized I was somebody.” —anonymous
“A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle.” —James Heller
“There comes . . . a longing never to travel again except on foot.”
1. All the ponderables of yesterday: The Woman in Blue, Our Lady of Fatima, the tragedy of Emily Dickinson, the Elder Mother, Blue Hydrangea. . . I cant’s say quite how they are all woven together, but they fit into the day’s tapestry.
3. The trolls might be out there in force, but the wise and compassionate voices are rising.
5. Book sale! I am going to the Book Sale at Overlook after school today.
May we walk in Beauty!