The living self has one purpose only:
“to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.” — D.H. Lawrence * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2014
“to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.” — D.H. Lawrence * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2014
Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters. — St. Bernard * * * Dogwood blossoms. Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014
“I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen.” ― Ann Lamott * * * Pansies, photo by Mary O’Connor © 2013
“had never appeared so fantastically beautiful as it did this spring. I had an uncomfortable suspicion that Nature had come to reconquer the earth for herself.” ― Yukio Mishima * * * Photo credit: Jan Logozzo © 2014
U.S. Poet Laureate Stanley Kunitz said in his 98th year that all he wanted to do was write poems and be in the garden. He wrote of his tendency to brush against the flowers while walking in the seaside garden of his Provincetown home, anticipating the fragrant eloquence of their response. * * * Photo … More “…when you walk past a flower, whether it be in somebody’s garden or on a vacant hillside, the flower will always smile at you. The most polite way to respond, I’ve been told, is to cheerfully return the smile.” — Japanese proverb
The sky was almost blue, the trees were almost budding, the sun was almost bright.” ― Millard Kaufman A long time in coming, but worth the wait! * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2014
One is roots. The other is wings. — Hodding Carter, Jr. * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2014
“I will brush the blue dust of my dreams.” ― John Gould Fletcher * * * Dust storm on the Serengeti, photo by Mary O’Connor, © 2014
“Its tongue speaks through our feet, our ears, our heart, every miniscule stretch of our soul. Its voice is one of dreams, of hope. … Music is a language that is always present, if only in the blood of our veins and recesses of our memory. If we are quiet, we will hear it in … More Music is a language all its own.
“That little nap means you wake up fresh again and can continue.” — James Levine # # # Harbor seals photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014