
As we grow old … the beauty steals inward.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

As we grow old … the beauty steals inward.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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

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

(Sunshine on water.)
Most people can look back over the years and identify a time and place at which their lives changed significantly. Whether by accident or design, these are the moments when, because of readiness within us and collaboration with events occurring around us, we are forced to seriously reappraise ourselves and the conditions under which we live and to make certain choices that will affect the rest of our lives.
~ Frederick F. Flack

(Reflections on a Saturday evening in October.)
If we can recognize that change and uncertainty are basic principles, we can greet the future and the transformation we are undergoing with the understanding that we do no know enough to be pessimistic.
~ Hazel Henderson

(Overlooking Lake Haiyaha. Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado. Photo © 2009 by Robin)
I am I plus my surroundings; and if I do not preserve the latter, I do not preserve myself.
~ Jose Ortega y Gasset

(Colorado harebell. Photo © 2009 by Robin)
What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.
~ Joseph Addison
I have trouble seeing or hearing the word “inconceivable” without thinking of The Princess Bride (montage found here).

(On the road to Estes Park. Photo © 2009 by Robin)
We are not going around in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral.
~ Hermann Hesse