" Our caresses, our tender words, our still rapture under the influence of autumn sunsets, or pillared vistas, or calm majestic statues,...

" I did not think of language as the means to self-description. I thought of it as a door - a thousand opening doors! - past myself. I...

" This morning, I am re-writing a poem by hand, doing my repair as I go along, hand & heart, puzzling over where to put feelings I want...

" Oh, to stop & breathe. To focus, if only for a fleeting moment, on what is now, without judging it, or seeking to escape it, or...

" I'm craving silence, the chance to feel my way into the moment" {Katherine May} This deep need for expansive silence. To sit in the...

While re-arranging my vision board today, I came across this poem. I'm sure I've shared it in this space before...being that it's so...

" The deliciousness of discovering a masterwork. The beauty of the first sentences, the 'what is this?', the 'how can it be?', the first...

" Today I live in the joyous expectation of the good." {Ernest Holmes} This past week I celebrated my 50th birthday. A joyous milestone,...

" A camera records what exists in front of the lens, but it also records something of the photographer, who stands behind it. In a sense,...

" One lost the fret, the hurry, the stir; and there rose to her lips some exclamation of triumph over life when things came together in...

" If you love, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too...

October ​ " Bending above the spicy woods which blaze, Arch skies so blue they flash, and hold the sun Immeasurably far; the waters run...

" That strangely still pause between summer & autumn, greenery and gold, and the heat and the rising wind that is once again readying...

" This joy gives her experience of a genii-life. Buoyant, by green steps, by glad hills, all verdue and light, she reaches a station...

" What is divinity if it can come only in silent shadows and in dreams? Shall she not find in comforts of the sun, in pungent fruit and...

“ There is a coherence in things, a stability; something, she meant, is immune from change, and shines out (she glanced at the window...

" Above all, you must illuminate your own soul with its profundities and its shallows, and say what your beauty means to you." ​...

" All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. ​ Nor do...

" and the evening lives o'er all serene and still... wrapt, let me view the magical world below." ​ {unknown} ​ with my head bowed to the...

She was blind and insensible to many things, and dimly she knew it; but to all that was light and air, perfume and color, every drop of...