" 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,

" August is the slow, gentle month that stretches out the longest across the span of a year. It yawns and lingers on with the light in its palms." {Victoria Erickson} " I live in music, in words, in the fires of the heart." {Mary Oliver August days... I couldn't decide which collections of images to share, so I'm sharing both. How different each one translates the feelings of one single month. Light, bright and happy... moody, quiet and peaceful. A month that gifted all in g

" I often think that all of those vast desires for purer joys, that thrill the human heart, vague yearnings such as solitude inspires,...