Posts tagged ‘snow’
Participating in Divinity
When before the beauty of a sunset or a mountain, you pause and exclaim, “Ah,” you are participating in divinity.
Joseph Campbell, Ancient Hindu Text
Every Morning New
Every morning is like a new reincarnation into this world. Let us take it then for what it is and live each moment anew.
– Paul Brunton
Wednesday of Hope – An Astonishing Mix
What the Day Gives
Suddenly, sun. Over my shoulder
in the middle of gray November
what I hoped to do comes back,
asking.Across the street the fiery trees
hold onto their leaves,
red and gold in the final months
of this unfinished year,
they offer blazing riddles..In the frozen fields of my life
there are no shortcuts to spring,
but stories of great birds in migration
carrying small ones on their backs,
predators flying next to warblers
they would, in a different season, eat.Stunned by the astonishing mix in this uneasy world
that plunges in a single day from despair
to hope and back again, I commend my life
to Ruskin’s difficult duty of delight,
and to that most beautiful form of courage,
to be happy.– Jeanne Lohmann, The Light of Invisible Bodies
Wednesday of Hope – Love Brings Us to Hope
Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.
– Maya Angelou
Let Your Soul Be Alive!
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things in nature have a message you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.
– Eleanora Duse
In Harmony with Earth
First thing in the morning, before you meet or greet anyone, remember to greet all of nature, all visible and invisible creatures. Say to them: “I am grateful for your work, I love you and want to be in harmony with you!” At this very moment, in response to your greeting, all of nature will open to you and send you energy for the entire day.
– Omraam Mikhael Aivanho
What Is Life?
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.
– Crowfoot, a leader of the Blackfoot nation
