library.

you can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.
{c.s. lewis}

clock in.

it is not the hours we put in on the job, it is what we put into the hours that counts.
{sidney madwed}

alone.

our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone.  it has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone.  and it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.
{paul tillich}

swing, swing.

i still get wildly enthusiastic about little things...i play with leaves. i skip down the street and run against the wind.
{leo f. buscaglia}

joined.

and truly, what do we have left
but moments of this gazing, pulling
at each other, at ourselves,
the shells ground finer and finer
under our feet
making a kind of jagged sand..."
{ruth l. schwartz}

roll on.

hitch your wagon to a star.
{ralph waldo emerson}

boots on.

there comes a time when what is needed is not just rhetoric, but boots on the ground.
{baldwin spencer}

precious.

time is free, but it's priceless. you can't own it, but you can use it. you can't keep it, but you can spend it. once you've lost it, you can never get it back.
{harvey mackay}

down.

there is no "slippery slope" toward loss of liberties, only a long staircase where each step downward must first be tolerated by the american people and their leaders.
{alan k. simpson}

tree.

if you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.
{hal borland}

french pressed.

he was my cream, and i was his coffee- and when you poured us together, it was something.
{josephine baker}

herbs.

better is a dinner of herbs where love is than a fattened ox and hatred with it.
{proverbs 15:17}

player piano.

music is enough for a lifetime, but a lifetime is not enough for music.
{sergei rachmaninov}

the barn, 10.4.09

pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.
{henry david thoreau}

span.

faith- is the pierless bridge
supporting what we see
unto the scene that we do not-
{emily dickinson}

photo by DR.

sit.

we are the music makers,
and we are the dreamer of dreams,
wandering by lone sea-breakers,
and sitting by desolate streams;
world-losers and world-forsakers,
on whom the pale moon gleams:
yet we are the movers and shakers
of the world forever, it seems.

{william edgar o'shaughnessy}

minute moments.

the happiness of life is made up of minute fractions- the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitesimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.

{samuel taylor coleridge}

  

the barn, 9.13.09

when you come to a fork in the road, take it.

{yogi berra}