“It is better to create than to learn! Creating is the essence of life.” — Julius Caesar 🏛
Also happy birthday to Albert Einstein:
“There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
“Young girls commonly used dandelions in the 1800s for romantic and oracular purposes. It was believed that if you blew on a dandelion and all the seeds flew away, your loved one returned the feelings; if any seeds remained, they might have reservations or no feelings at all. Children would blow on these flowers while thinking hard about the objects of their affection. Eventually this tradition spread to encompass all wishing, romantic or otherwise.” 🍀
The Native American Indian Butterfly Legend:
“If anyone desires a wish to come true they must first capture a butterfly and whisper their wish to it. Since a butterfly can make no sound, the butterfly can not reveal the wish to anyone but the Great Spirit who hears and sees all.
In gratitude for giving the beautiful butterfly its freedom, the Great Spirit always grants the wish. So, according to legend, by making a wish and giving the butterfly its freedom, the wish will be taken to the heavens and be granted.” 🦋
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Its loveliness increases; it will never
pass into nothingness …
―John Keats
Terrarium by Matt Ransom I think of a photograph, now gone of the world through a window the houses, the backyards and the oldest tree in the world at the end of a summer day And in the glass top of a terrarium this world was collected and held as if in a jewel as it is in my mind's eye
Warning
Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
“Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even
knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.” – Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Maverick Mist 