“March 4th, the only day that is also a sentence” ― John Green
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I come into the peace of wild things who do not
tax their lives with forethought of grief….
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
–Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words.
They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character,
though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning. — Lydia M. Child
As through the poplar’s gusty spire
The March wind sweeps and sings,
I sit beside the hollow fire,
And dream familiar things;
Old memories wake, faint echoes make
A murmur of dead Springs…
“Long Ago,” in Chambers’s Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art
Conducted by William and Robert Chambers, 1868
“The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong,
but we take leap after leap in the dark.” — Agnes De Mille
“Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.”
― Albert Camus
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine,
and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.
― Pablo Neruda
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.” ~ Frida Kahlo
Maverick Mist 