Tuesday, May 24, 2016

{Streetside}

“I am a happy camper so I guess I’m doing something right. Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.” ― Henry David Thoreau

Sunday, May 22, 2016

{Garnishes}

“I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.” ― Arthur Rimbaud, Complete Works

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

{How I Go to the Woods}

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. 
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. 
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.” 
 ― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

Monday, May 16, 2016

{Bright, Beautiful}

“Joy does not simply happen to us. We have to choose joy and keep choosing it every day.” ― Henri J.M. Nouwen
This picture, and this spot actually, just make me happy. The colors. The texture. It all combines into such a simple joy.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

{Seeing things in color}

“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.” ― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet


Amen to afternoons spent in quiet forest filled with splendor. It is always an instant re-calibrator for clashing symphony that hangs out inside my busy head:)

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

{Haiku}

cold morning in the city 
deciding what is me 
and what is everything else
 -Michael McClintock
May mindfulness moments and I appreciate and grateful as I look around at the smallest details that make up the day...

Monday, May 9, 2016

{Urban Lace}

I will wade out til my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
With closed eyes...
-e.e. cummings