“Light plays on the
dark surface of the lake. Each afternoon
your shadow walks beside you on the wall,
and the days stay long and heavy underneath
the distant rumor of the harvest. One
more summer gone…”
~ Dana Gioia
“Light plays on the
dark surface of the lake. Each afternoon
your shadow walks beside you on the wall,
and the days stay long and heavy underneath
the distant rumor of the harvest. One
more summer gone…”
~ Dana Gioia
how small the day is
the time of colors
the rush of brightness
~ W. S. Merwin
“Magic doesn’t sweep you away; it gathers you up into the body of the present moment so thoroughly that all your explanations fall away: the ordinary, in all its plain and simple outrageousness, begins to shine – to become luminously, impossible so. Every facet of the world is awake, and you within it.
The deeper I slid into the material density of the real, the more I found that there was nothing determinate or predictable about existence. Actuality, this inexhaustible mystery, cannot be domesticated. It is wildness incarnate. Reality shape shifts.”
~ David Abram
for warmer days
Sometimes what we learn and who we become in the process of waiting is even more important than what we’re waiting for.
~ unknown