December 2016

“That was the day the ancient songs of blood and war spilled from a hole in the sky. And there was a long moment as we listened and fell silent in our grief and then one by one, we stood tall and came together and began to sing of life and love and all that is good and true. And I will never forget that day when the ancient songs died because there was no one in the world to sing them.” ― Brian Andreas, Travelling Light: Stories & Drawings for a Quiet Mind
St Michael's Church, Burrow Mump.
"The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn." - Patricia Hampl
She stuck her head out and took a deep breath. If she could eat the cold air, she would. She thought cold snaps were like cookies, like gingersnaps. In her mind they were made with white chocolate chunks and had a cool, brittle vanilla frosting. They melted like snow in her mouth, turning creamy and warm. Sarah Addison Allen
Be willing to be a beginner every single morning. ~Meister Eckhart
“I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.” ~ Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled- to cast aside the weight of facts Mary Oliver
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