Let us speak of our soul, of summer fields, love, clouds, and God.
Let us find inspiration and peace in the written words that describe these almost indescribable things. Let us stand in wonder of these very things.
“Now as a spirit
I shall roam the
summer fields.”
“Hokusai
“I have looked into my dog’s eyes and
seen unconditional love, wonder, and faithfulness.
I have never looked into a woman’s eyes and seen that,
but I probably didn’t deserve it either.”
~~ME
“God does not die on the day we cease to believe in a personal deity,
But we die on the day when our lives cease to be illuminated by the steady radiance,
renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason.”
~~Dag Hammarskjold
“A Child Smiles”
“A child sees a fluffy cloud high up in the air,
It has floated far, but from where?
Glance away, and its no longer there.
The child frowns at the sky so bare.
A moment passes, and on the horizon appears another cloud, just as fair.”
~~ME
“There is no climate, no place, and scarcely an hour,
in which nature does not exhibit color which no mortal
effort can imitate or approach.
For, all our artificial pigments are,
even when seen under the same circumstances,
dead and lightless beside her living color;
nature exhibits her hues under a sunlight which
trebles their brilliancy.”
~~John Ruskin
“If the chimney is full of smoke,
how can the light be seen?
If the mind is full of dirt,
how can the soul shine?”
~~Yogaswami
“It’s Midsummer Day
And they’re cutting the hay
Down in the meadow just over the way,
The children all run
For a frolic, and fun-
for haytime is playtime out in the sun.
It’s Midsummer Day,
And they’re making the hay
Down in the meadow all golden and gay,
They’re tossing it high
Beneath the sky,
And the hay rakes are spreading it out to dry.”
~~Irene F. Pawskey
Enjoy your summer day.
