" 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

" The holy secret to time spent in quiet... to seek an inner place of hush in which she may know her own heart." {Sarah Clarkson}

" So we open Jane Eyre; and in two pages every doubt is swept clean from our minds. ...Nor is exhilaration short lived. It rushes through us the entire volume, without giving us time to think, letting us lift our eyes from the page. So intense is our absorption that if someone moves in the room the movement seems to take place not there but up in Yorkshire. The writer has us by the hand, forces us along her road, makes us see what she sees, never leaves us for a moment or all

" To be a gentle mover in a swiftly spinning world. To be present. To only entertain the real. To listen. To stand inside of the stretch, the momentum, the tall discomfort of change, the knowing that you don't need to rush the practice, or even fake or force a thing. To believe in rhythm and movement. To trust in the river, the song, the stillness, the storm, and the seed. This is my religion." {Victoria Erickson} these lines... exactly what my heart needed this day. I hope y

" In this spacious, suspended place of quiet, we are recalled to our true selves, summoned to examine and honor this eternal impulse...

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

" The quiet spaces in which we root our attention become the cadence to the symphony of the story we are forming day by day. ...words...

" I look and look. Looking's a way of being: one becomes sometimes a pair of eyes walking. Walking wherever looking takes one. The eyes...

" Flames have always been at the heart of it all. Flames to sit around and read, a place for conversation. A fire is a magical thing. The...

" I like slow mornings & rainy days and thunderstorms. I like empty bookstores & quiet coffee shops. I like oversized sweatshirts & cosy...

" It was a brilliant spring day; the day was radiant. Even the air seemed to have a burr in it, as it touched the treetops; it vibrated,...

" 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...

" 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...

" Autumn is my season, dear. It is, after all, the season of the soul." {Virginia Woolf} If you've been around here for very long, you'll...

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

" Ivy had always cherished books for the stillness they allowed in a world that valued fast, unforgiving progress regardless of the human...

" The camera unites my hands & mind. I am utterly absorbed, rapt, fully present and intensely alive. This alignment of body & senses in...

" There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea." ​ {Henry James} ​ ​ one...

" I would like to do whatever it is that presses the essence from the hour." {Mary Oliver} through the window, the suns rays illuminate a...

these January days... gray light foggy mornings many cuppas sipped seeking the sparkle and light amidst the often dreary days a quiet and...