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This is the day of finding the perfect place (the so-called comfortable couch) where the feet that built the house on the hillside can rest for a few moments.
This is the day of finding the perfect place (the so-called comfortable couch) where the feet that built the house on the hillside can rest for a few moments.
Sometimes the dining table becomes the artist's studio / August 2010
This was the bright summer day when the artist, to help ensure a good catch, set forth to repair the fishermen's boat using stain and pastels and varnish.
The blue team gets ready for a run / Sept. 2010
“John was a poet, and he knew about words. He knew that all men and all women are mysteries known only to themselves until they speak a word that opens up the mystery. He knew that the words people speak have their life in them just as surely as they have their breath in them. He knew that the words people speak have dynamite in them and that a word may be all it takes to set somebody's heart on fire or break it in two. He knew that words break silence and that the word that is spoken is the word that is heard and may even be answered.”
~ Frederick Buechner writing about John the Evangelist
Reflecting in the afternoon sun / August 2010
“Though the world know me not, may my thoughts and actions be such as shall keep me friendly with myself.”
~ Max Ehrmann
Just before late summer sunset at the chapel in the sky / Sept. 2010
“Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.”~ an excerpt from "Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour" by the poet Wallace Stevens (born in Reading, PA)
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“You never know what may cause them, tears ...
You can never be sure, but of this you can be sure: whenever you find tears in your eyes, especially unexpected tears, it is well to pay the closest attention. They are not only telling you something about the secret of who you are but more often than not, god is speaking to you.”
~ an excerpt from Tears by Frederick Buechner