Wooden Things

The raised floor and lowered ceiling of a breakfast nook create a cozy space.

as every blossom fades and all youth sinks into old age, so every life’s design, each flower of wisdom, attains its prime and cannot last forever. the heart must submit itself courageously to life’s call without a hint of grief, a magic dwells in each beginning, protecting us, telling us how to live.

high purposed we shall traverse realm on realm, cleaving to none as to a home, the world of spirit wishes not to fetter us but raise us higher, step by step. scarce in some safe accustomed sphere of life have we establish a house, then we grow lax; only he who is ready to journey forth can throw old habits off.