Beyond the Fields We Know: Just a Little Sunday Snow

Wise Words

Magic doesn't sweep you away; it gathers you up into the body of the present moment so thoroughly that all your explanations fall away: the ordinary, in all its plain and simple outrageousness, begins to shine -- to become luminously, impossibly so. Every facet of the world is awake, and you within it.
David Abram, Becoming Animal

We live in a sea of light.
Henry Plummer, The Poetics of Light

The universe is made of stories, not atoms.

Muriel Rukeyser, The Speed of Darkness

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

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Monday, April 01, 2019

Just a Little Sunday Snow

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