Take a rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.
~ Ovid
Earth
(Canyon Loop Trail near Boulder, Colorado.)
And we: spectators, always, everywhere, looking at everything, and never from! Who’s turned us around like this, so that whatever we do, we always have the look of someone going away? Just as a person on the last hill showing him or her the whole valley one last time, turns, and stops, and lingers — so we live, and are forever leaving.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Love is not to be cultivated. Love cannot be divided into divine and physical; it is only love — not that you love many or the one. That again is an absurd question to ask: ‘Do you love all?’ You know, a flower that has perfume is not concerned who comes to smell it, or who turns his back upon it. So is love. Love is not a memory. Love is not a thing of the mind or the intellect. But it comes into being naturally as compassion, when this whole problem of existence — as fear, greed, envy, depair, hope — has been understood and resolved.
~ Jiddu Krishnamurti
What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday, and our present thoughts build our life of tomorrow: Our life is the creation of our mind.
~ The Buddha
BH is back. Or I’m back, now that I’ve sorted things out a little. Mostly I needed to sort out myself as I misunderstood some of what was happening here at the blog (regarding the photos).
My apologies to those of you who subscribe to the blog via email. I’m guessing from the comments that you received a boat load of emails regarding new posts. I was bulk editing the old posts that I had switched to private, putting them back as public posts. Now that I know emails will go out like that, I’ll spare you and bring back the old posts one at a time, every once in a while. That way they’ll seem almost new. Maybe. 😀
Thanks for your patience while I figured things out. I appreciate it.














