…I don’t just wish you rain, Beloved – I wish you the beauty of storms…
–John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
Below is the original photo used to create this image. This is an image from Pixabay.
…I don’t just wish you rain, Beloved – I wish you the beauty of storms…
–John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
Below is the original photo used to create this image. This is an image from Pixabay.
Perhaps the great renewal of the world will consist of this, that man and woman, freed of all confused feelings and desires, shall no longer seek each other as opposites, but simply as members of a family and neighbors, and will unite as human beings, in order to simply, earnestly, patiently, and jointly bear the heavy responsibility of sexuality that has been entrusted to them.
–Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Below is the original photo used to create this image. It’s water flowing along the sidewalk into a storm drain. This was taken in 2016 on a bright fall afternoon, no special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my Kodak Share digital camera.
Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern.
–Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this blooming redbud on a lunchtime walk around the Richmond capital buildings. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my Kodak Share digital camera. I like how the background came out a little blurry…
This world of ours is piled high with farewells and goodbyes of so many different kinds, like the evening sky renewing itself again and again from one instant to the next-and I didn’t want to forget a single one.
–Banana Yoshimoto, Goodbye Tsugumi
Below is the original photo used to create this image. It’s a lovely sunset taken during a trip to Delaware in August, 2008. A simple snap from my Kodak Share camera.
Things are always better in the morning.
–Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this container of pansies on a lunchtime walk around downtown Richmond, VA. No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my Kodak Share digital camera. And it’s even a little blurry…
The flexible are preserved unbroken. The bent become straight. The empty are filled. The exhausted become renewed. The poor are enriched. The rich are confounded. Therefore the sage embraces the one. Because he doesn’t display himself, people can see his light. Because he has nothing to prove, people can trust his words. Because he doesn’t know who he is, people recognize themselves in him. Because he has no goal in mind, everything he does succeeds. The old saying that the flexible are preserved unbroken is surely right! If you have truely attained wholeness, everything will flock to you.
–Lao Tzu
Below is the original photo used to create this image. It’s a glass sun-catcher that hangs in my office window. Taken on an bright morning with no special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
We, who are so schooled in the art of listening to the voices of others, can often hear our own voice only when we are alone. . . For many women, the first choice, then, is to give ourselves the necessary time and space in which to renew our acquaintance with our lost voice, to learn to recognize it, and to rejoice as we hear it express our truth.
—Florence Falk, On My Own: The Art of Being a Woman Alone
Below is the original photo used to create this image. It’s a maple sapling growing between stone pavers in my backyard. Taken on an overcast day with no special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.
We, who are so schooled in the art of listening to the voices of others, can often hear our own voice only when we are alone. . . For many women, the first choice, then, is to give ourselves the necessary time and space in which to renew our acquaintance with our lost voice, to learn to recognize it, and to rejoice as we hear it express our truth.
—Florence Falk, On My Own: The Art of Being a Woman Alone
Below is the original photo used to create this image. This is an image from Pixabay.
Every single cell in the human body replaces itself over a period of seven years. That means there’s not even the smallest part of you now that was part of you seven years ago.
–Steven Hall, The Raw Shark Texts
Below is the original photo used to create this image. This is an image from Pixabay.
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