" 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

" 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 :

" 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

" ...As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky, As softness, fullness, rest, suffuse the spirit and frame the fresher,...

" September has come... it is hers, whose vitality leaps in the autumn, whose nature prefers leaves and a fire in the fire-place." {Louis...

" There is a beautiful spirit breathing now its mellow richness on the clustered trees. And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, pouring new glory on the autumn woods. And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds. Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales the gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer. Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life within the solemn woods of ash deep crimsoned. And silver beech, and maple-yellow leaved,