(The kitchen table.  Robbins Crossing.  November 2009.)

We inherit from our ancestors gifts so often taken for granted — our names, the color of our eyes and the texture of our hair, the unfolding of varied abilities and interests in different subjects . . .  Each of us contains within our fragile vessels of skin and bones and cells this inheritance of soul.  We are links between the ages, containing past and present expectations, sacred memories and future promise.  Only when we recognize that we are heirs can we truly be pioneers.

~ Edward C. Sellner

Even if our efforts of attention seem for years to be producing no result, one day a light that is in exact proportion to them will flood the soul.

~ Simone Weil

Tell me what you feel in your room when the full moon is shining in upon you and your lamp is dying out, and I will tell you how old you are, and I shall know if you are happy.

~ Henri Frederic Amiel

As we grow old …  the beauty steals inward.

~  Ralph Waldo Emerson

(November moonrise.)

The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.

~ Jean Jacques Rousseau

We are limited, not by our abilities, but by our vision.

~ Author unknown

This is not my usual style, but I liked the light, colors and shapes in an otherwise blurry photo so I blurred and twisted them a bit.

The more we let each voice sing out with its own true tone, the richer will be the diversity of the chant in unison.

~ Angelus Silesius

(Autumn in the woods.)

behind me
the autumn wind blows
me home

~ Issa, 1806

(Floating on the colorful reflections.)

Learn to pause …  or nothing worthwhile will catch up to you.

~ Doug King

Whatever we do to any other thing in the great web of life, we do to ourselves, for we are one.

~ Brooke Medicine Eagle