Sunday Morning

Angels unaware

Angels are wonderful but they are so, well, aloof.
It’s what I sense in the mud and the roots of the
trees, or the well, or the barn, or the rock with
its citron map of lichen that halts my feet and
makes my eyes flare, feeling the presence of some
spirit, some small god, who abides there.

If I were a perfect person, I would be bowing
continuously.
I’m not, though I pause wherever I feel this
holiness, which is why I’m so often late coming
back from wherever I went.

Forgive me.

~ Mary Oliver, “Forgive Me” in Blue Horses


Sources: Poem – Thank you Whiskey River. Photo – Lichen by Mathieu Noël

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Basic goodness

Do not doubt your own basic goodness. In spite of all confusion and fear, you are born with a heart that knows what is just, loving, and beautiful.


Quote: Jack Kornfield
Photo: Mi Pham

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the middle of difficult

 

“Right in the difficult we must have our joys, our happiness, our dreams: there against the depth of this background,
they stand out,
there for the first time we see how beautiful they are.”

~Rainer Maria Rilke

 

the color of sunsets

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Art is not simply works of art; it is the spirit that knows beauty,
that has music in its soul and the color of sunsets in its handkerchief,
that can dance on a flaming world
and make the world dance too.


Quote: W.E.B. DU BOIS
Photo: Katherine Minott

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