Saturday ~ November 5, 2022

 ...the odds against us are endless, our chances of being alive together statistically nonexistent; still we have made it, alive in a time when rationalists in square hats and hatless Jehovah's Witnesses agree that it is almost over, alive with our lively children who - but for endless if's - might have missed out of being alive together with marvels and follies and longings and lies and wishes and error and humor and mercy and journeys and voices and faces and colors and summers and mornings and knowledge and tears and chance.

Lisa Mueller, 1924 - 2020

Friday ~ November 4, 2022

 A person will worship something - Have doubt about that. We may think our tribute is paid in secret in the dark recesses of our hearts - but it will out. That which dominates our imaginations and our thoughts will determine our lives and character. Therefore, it behooves us to be careful what we worship, for what we are worshipping we are becoming.

Ralph Waldo Enerson, 1803 - 1882

Thursday ~ November 3, 2022

 Every day, I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, 

that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.

It was what I was born for-

to look, to listen,

to lose myself inside this soft world -

to instruct me over and over in joy

and acclamation.

Mary Oliver, 1935 - 2009

Wednesday ~ November 2, 2022

 In the name of the Bee - 

And of the Butterfly _ 

And of the Breeze - Amen!

Emily Dickenson, 1830 - 1886

Tuesday ~ November 1, 2022

 I am in need of music that would flow

Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,

Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,

With Melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.

Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,

Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,

A song to fall like water on my head,

And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:

A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool

Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep

To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,

And floats forever in a moon-green pool,

Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

Elizabeth Bishop, 1911 - 1979

Monday ~ October 31, 2022

Concerning all acts of creation, there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: That the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A  whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no one could have dreamt would have come their way.

W.H. Murray, 1913 - 1996

Sunday ~ October 30, 2022

Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.

Eleanor Roosevelt, 1884 - 1962