At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.”
― T.S. Eliot

 

 

 

Below is the original photo used to create this image. I was in heaven when I took a lunchtime walk around the capital grounds in Richmond, VA and found this vibrant flower bed. It was hard to focus in on just a few blooms, so you’ll probably see more of these in future posts. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.

There was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.
― L.M. Montgomery, Rilla of Ingleside

 

 

 

Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found these bright redbuds when I took a lunchtime walk around the capital grounds in Richmond, VA. These lined the wall of the Governor’s Mansion. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.

I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.
― Leo Tolstoy

 

 

 

Below is the original photo used to create this image. It was sent to me by a good friend who happens to spend his days outside as a postal carrier. These lovelies were found along his delivery route. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from his smart phone.

There can be no transforming of darknss into light and of apathy into movement without emotion.
― Carl Gustav Jung

 

 

Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found these lovely and unusual flowers in a small garden near my parking deck in downtown Richmond, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.

How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement – no matter how temporary.
― Craig Thompson, Blankets

 

Below is the original photo used to create this image. A soft blue sky, taken before leaving for work one morning No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.

Never confuse movement with action.
― Ernest Hemingway

 

 

 Below is the original photo used to create this image. Caught these glorious crepe myrtles backlit by bright morning sunshine heading out to work. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.

All that is important is this one moment in movement. Make the moment important, vital, and worth living. Do not let it slip away unnoticed and unused.
― Martha Graham

 

 

 

Below is the original photo used to create this image. It was sent to me by a good friend who happens to spend his days outside as a postal carrier. These lovely mimosa blooms were found along his delivery route. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from his smart phone.

A beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre 

 

 

Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found these lovely and unusual flowers in a small garden near my parking deck in downtown Richmond, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.

To live a spiritual life we must first find the courage to enter into the desert of our loneliness and to change it by gentle and persistent efforts into a garden of solitude. The movement from loneliness to solitude, however, is the beginning of any spiritual life because it it is the movement from the restless senses to the restful spirit,l from the outward-reaching cravings to the inward-reaching search, from the fearful clinging to the fearless play.
― Henri J.M. Nouwen, Reaching Out: The Three Movements of the Spiritual Life 

 

 

 

Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found these bright redbuds when I took a lunchtime walk around the capital grounds in Richmond, VA. These lined the wall of the Governor’s Mansion. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.

There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock. People so tired, mutilated either by love or no love
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell 

 

 

Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found these lovely and unusual flowers in a small garden near my parking deck in downtown Richmond, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.