Paths in the Sky

February 29, 2012

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“If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for.”
Thomas Merton

Boat Magazine: Illustrators

February 27, 2012

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“All art is but dirtying the paper delicately.”
― John Ruskin

Erin and Etta

February 27, 2012

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“As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.”
― Anne Sexton

5-2

February 26, 2012

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“Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?”
― C.S. Lewis

Arsenal Game

February 26, 2012

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“Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.”
― Anne Sexton

Reflection

February 25, 2012

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“That was when the ones who smiled
Were the dead, glad to be at rest.”
― Anna Akhmatova

Evening Practice

February 25, 2012

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Here I am-
On this day
I will receive
Whatever the practice offers-
For this is part
Of Opening to Grace,
Which is both
The Attitude of Allowing
And the Art of Acceptance

Fingers and Toes

February 24, 2012

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The important thing is not to think much,
but to love much; and so,
do that which best stirs you to love.

Saint Teresa of Avila

6 Months

February 24, 2012

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“Have only love in your heart for others.
The more you see the good in them,
the more you will establish good in yourself…”  —
Paramahansa Yogananda

Lunch With…

February 24, 2012

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“The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.”
― C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold