January days.... an eagerness to begin again, creativity re-surfacing.... knit those 5 rows a day, morning writing, starting a daily...

" 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...

"The way everything changes. The way everything stays the same. The way those things are bigger than I am, and more than I can hold. More...

" The hush comes with the deepening of autumn; but it comes gradually. ​ Our ears are attuned to it, day by quieter day. ​ But even now...

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

" Delights are strewn about this world like quiet, inappreciable dew-drops, waiting for the sunshine of our attention to turn them into...