but a voyage with its own perils to the spirit. The game of life is to come up a winner, to be a success, or to achieve what we set out to do.” — Richard Nixon * * * Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2007
to wade sometimes in marshes where the bittern and the meadow hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground.” — Henry David Thoreau * * * Gray’s … More “We need the tonic of wildness,
it’s about you. There’s a reason why you look great in the picture or you look great in real life, because someone has caught the essence of who you are, and a pose is not you.” — Nigel Barker * * * Muscovy duck photo credit: Jan Logozzo © 2015
you’re not really looking out for yourself. Taking care of those that love and care about you is critical. Living just for yourself is not really living.” — Jose N. Harris * * * Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014
Sometimes I sit with my back pressed against a wall of sky, until the winds shift and the clouds pass by. * * * Poem, Wall of Sky by Mary O’Connor, originally published in Dreams of a Wingless Child © 2007 Wheatmark, Tuscon, Ariz. © 2007. Photo, Charles W. Morgan whaling ship docked in New London, CT, by Jan … More Wall of Sky
the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.” – Edgar Allan Poe * * * Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014
“and silently watch the world go by – and it will.” — Unknown Finding joy is an ongoing journey. Discover more about the steps along the way in my book, Life Is Full of Sweet Spots. * * * Photo credit: Jan Logozzo
on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne It was very dark; but in the murky sky there were masses of cloud which shone with a lurid light, like monstrous heaps of copper that … More “When scattered clouds are resting
Across deserted fields, under fire, prints of his last run leave their mark, pairs of tiny split hearts, coursing the ground like tears. * * * Poem and photo by Mary O’Connor. “Deer Tracks” reprinted from Dreams of a Wingless Child, Mary O’Connor, Wheatmark Press © 2007.
lies in the attempt to reach one’s goal and not in reaching it. — Mahatma Gandhi * * * St. Patrick’s Cathedral spires framed by 5th Avenue Manhattan skyline. Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014
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