" There is really only one possible prayer: Give me to do everything I do in the day with a sense of the sacredness of life." {May Sarton: Journal of a Solitude} the blessedness of these April days... the world awakes in wonder. I love the gentleness of this month an intermingling of softness and vibrancy... early morning birdsong gardens beginning to bloom the peace of a spring rainfall. evening walks in my yard with my camera. noticing and appreciating these gifts nature be

" There was only spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind-rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful." {My Antonia} Here we are...the end of April nearing and I'm just now posting for March. Ahem. I'm not sure why it feels like a mental roadblock when I arrive here to post. Between all the various social media platforms out there, does

" When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music." {Rumi}

" Peacefully fresh, O February morn, thy winds come to me: quiet the light slants through the silver-bosomed clouds... Now 'tis that pause before the leaping spring, when over all things waiting comes a hush... In haven and at anchor rides my heart, and broods upon its swelling joys apart." {Laurence Binyon} a gladsome joy fills my heart... grateful for the hush these wintry months gift my life. a slowing down, settling in... a pause that refreshes, restores, re-settles my so

" His love of the transcendent, his ecstatic praise of the vast and exquisite beauty of the world... I want to be wide awake to the divine mystery of the world. To keep my face and heart turned to wonder. This, I think, is success. This is what I want for myself." {Hannah Kent : Always Home, Always Homesick} in the stillness of January amidst the chaos in the world I know that peace and beauty are attainable actually required for a life of hope and wonder. for the acknowledge

" ... softly, reverently... " letting the quietness of winter settle in...

" These are the days in-between. The liminal space that hovers beyond the festivities and ahead of the fresh New Year. A time of long walks, hot coffee, languid lounging. ... everything on pause." the hush is a precious time... that fleeting pause when time bends and magic hovers." {Beth Kempton : Calm Christmas} the liminal space of silence and slow time. letting my soul catch up from the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. a permission to pause... letting the days unfo

" I already have nostalgia for the present. So yes... I'll eat the warm bread/tend to my longing/ buy the flowers/ embarrass myself/over text/ comfort this mortal body/ cry when I'm moved/ drink the extra coffee/hold the cup with both hands/be present with its heat and fall a little more in love with every flickering moment. Because this is it. This soft, primal, imperfect now." {Victoria Erickson} just over here falling a little more in love with every flickering moment. thi

" Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year, upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn, that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which had drawn from every poet, worthy of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling." {Jane Austen :