" I love to sit in silence when the day is almost done and see the distant hill the paint the glow of the sun... ​ I love to sit in...

" I think the first reason we read is to shape our very essence, to form the selves from which we act. We read first to shape the person...

" The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an...

" The deep need to restore & hush my weary, distracted mind..." ​ {Sarah Clarkson} ​ ​ Click-clack one stitch at a time. A centering,...

" I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one's own, with pictures and music and everything...

"...into the quiet of this page, this moment, this light." ​ seeking joy finding peace feeling settled loving the light gathering the...

" A blackberry branch laid its frail white flowers and blue-green leaves against the sky. Just beyond, a tuft of sweet-fern unfurled...

" What matters is this: your intent to claim the day with gusto and bravery and longing. What matters is waking up and asking, What can I...

" I guess she was so busy with her own happiness she had grown careless & was just wandering along, listening - to the wind as she leaned...

" Sometimes you need to step off the worn path, lay down with your eyes up to the blue sky, interlock your fingers behind your head, &...

I always forget how important the empty days are. How important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even a few lines...

" There is a place where words are born on silence, a place where the whispers of the heart arise." {Rumi} As long as I can remember, I...

" By using words and photographs to record the little stories of our lives, we can create a patchwork of tiny tales and begin to build a...

" It was a splendid morning; and I went out to enjoy it, in a quiet ramble in my own company with my own blissful thoughts. The dew was...

" The quality of life is in proportion, always, to the capacity for delight. The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention." ​...

" A quiet movement : the reaction against the breathless pace of our computer-driven world... a more meditative, involved approach to our...

" The rain fell gently, persistently, making a little chuckling and burbling noise in the gutters. Edward, leaning out of the window,...

" But I don't thrive on busyness. It sucks me dry, and I get lost in the liturgy of life, when my focus shifts from being a person with...

" There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for awhile. The beauty of...

" It was November - the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind songs in the pines." {L.M....