“When there’s snow on the ground
I like to pretend I’m walking on clouds.”
-Takayuki Ikkaku
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or
usher in storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
-Rabindranath Tagore
“You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.”
-Henry David Thoreau
“In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.”
—John Muir.
“Kindness is like snow –
It beautifies everything it covers.”
-Kahlil Gibran
“Winter’s icy grip
Encapsulating free form
Frozen memories.”
-Kata Boro
“february ice
hangs from the bare tree branches –
walks in still nature.”
-Viv Wigley
“The earth is what we all have in common.”
-Wendell Berry
Learning how to be still, to really be still and let life happen – that stillness becomes a radiance.
~ Morgan Freeman
“When sleeping women wake, mountains move.”
-Chinese Proverb
“Is solace anywhere more comforting than that in the arms of a sister.”
-Alice Walker
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”* * * * *“We may have all come on different ships, but we’re in the same boat now.”* * * * *“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”* * * * *“I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.”* * * * *“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”-Martin Luther King
“We do not become healers.
We came as healers. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not become storytellers.
We came as carriers of the stories
we and our ancestors actually lived. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not become artists. We came as artists. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not become writers.. dancers.. musicians.. helpers.. peacemakers. We came as such. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not learn to love in this sense.
We came as Love. We are Love.
Some of us are still catching up to who we truly are.– A Simple Prayer for Remembering the Motherlode
by Clarissa Pinkola Estes from The Contemplari
“Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!”-Henry Scott-Holland
Remembering Samantha, Ben, Stephanie, Nancy, and two of my friend’s Dads (Heidi and Judi)…. until me meet again!
“For all that has been,
Thank you.
For all that is to come,
Yes!”
-Dag Hammarskjol
