Symphony of Colours

 

I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content. From a knowledge of those limitations and its richness of experience emerges a symphony of colours, richer than all, its green speaking of life and strength, its orange speaking of golden content and its purple of resignation and death”
– Lin Yutang

Everyday Magic

I do believe in an everyday sort of magic – the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone. – Charles de Lint

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Anchoring Desire

I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
– Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being

Anchoring Desire - NikNaz K.

Winds of Homecoming

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Ah, not to be cut off,
not through the slightest partition
shut out from the law of the stars.
The inner — what is it?
if not the intensified sky,
hurled through with birds and deep
with the winds of homecoming.

– Rainer Maria Rilke

The place is here

IMG_7972It’s hard to remember that this day will never come again. That the time is now and the place is here and that there are no second chances at a single moment. ― Jeanette Winterson