I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful. — Pete Hamill
"I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful."  -Pete Hamill

"I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful."  -Pete Hamill

monarch on centaurea montana 
"The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.  It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.  It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.  And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.          ~ Rabindranath Tagore

monarch on centaurea montana 

"The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.  It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.  It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.  And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.          ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Leave your front door and your back door open. Allow your thoughts to come and go. Just don’t serve them tea. — Shunryu Suzuki 

“Leave your front door and your back door open. Allow your thoughts to come and go. Just don’t serve them tea.” -Shunryu Suzuki
“Leave your front door and your back door open. Allow your thoughts to come and go. Just don’t serve them tea.” -Shunryu Suzuki


The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts. — Marcus Aurelius- Meditations 

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'nightfall'
“The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.” - Marcus Aurelius

'nightfall'

“The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.” - Marcus Aurelius

When we walk slowly, the world can fully appear. Not only are the creatures not frightened away by our haste or aggression, but the fine detail of fern and flower, or devastation and disruption, becomes visible. Many of us hurry along because we do not want to see what is really going on in and around us. We are afraid to let our senses touch the body of suffering or the body of beauty. — Joan Halifax 

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trumpeter swans
“When we walk slowly, the world can fully appear. Not only are the creatures not frightened away by our haste or aggression, but the fine detail of fern and flower, or devastation and disruption, becomes visible. Many of us hurry along because we do not want to see what is really going on in and around us. We are afraid to let our senses touch the body of suffering or the body of beauty.”   -Joan Halifax

trumpeter swans

“When we walk slowly, the world can fully appear. Not only are the creatures not frightened away by our haste or aggression, but the fine detail of fern and flower, or devastation and disruption, becomes visible. Many of us hurry along because we do not want to see what is really going on in and around us. We are afraid to let our senses touch the body of suffering or the body of beauty.”   -Joan Halifax