mosaic of injury and grace

There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we understand it and it is untranslatable as music.

“ One good day can cure months of sadness.”

Beau Taplin.

Artwork Copyright © Tyler Spangler

"Living is a favor that you don't know when it will end - nor how to repay - but you know, right away, that it will end before you even want it to. Every day I feel that it was another day that was given to me and, at the same time, another day that was taken from me, which I will never recover."

hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally

To keep our hearts open is probably the most urgent responsibility you have as you get older.

-- Leonard Cohen

We carry inside us the wonders we seek outside us.

-- Rumi