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Spring Photo Journal – Day 8

Quote of the day: “One of the most sacred duties in any life is to honorably imagine yourself, to bring the full depth and care and luminosity to imagining the person that you actually are. The depth of who you are also depends on the depth of your ability to imagine yourself.” — John O’Donohue I am imagining spring. I know it will get here—sooner or later. Just because I am only imagining it now, doesn’t mean that it isn’t real. In a way, imagining spring and knowing it is real, is like imagining your luminous, full of grace, whole self. Sometimes that Read more…

By Marilyn, ago

Spring Photo Journal – Day 7

Quote of the day:  A Poem from A Thousand Mornings by Mary Oliver THE MOTH, THE MOUNTAINS, THE RIVERS Who can guess the luna’s sadness who lives so briefly? Who can guess the impatience of stone longing to be ground down, to be part again of something livelier? Who can imagine in what heaviness the rivers remember their original clarity? Strange questions, yet I have spent worthwhile time with them. And I suggest them to you also, that your spirit grow in curiosity, that your life be richer than it is, that you bow to the earth as you feel how Read more…

By Marilyn, ago

Spring Photo Journal – Day 5

Quote of the day: “Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.” — Hans Christian Anderson It’s cold out this morning, down near 20 degrees, but somehow it always feels warmer when the sun is out. I am loving looking at the bare branches against the blue sky. A few new skiffs of snow made the ice especially treacherous this morning. After slipping once on a patch of ice, I kept to the street for my morning walk as the paths have too much ice on them. Looking forward to warmer days and snow melt later Read more…

By Marilyn, ago

Spring Photo Journal – Day 4

Quote of the day: “In the spring I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.” — Mark Twain It’s a gray day, again, but I am celebrating no new snow (which our neighbors in southeastern Minnesota got a lot of last night and today). Icicles hang from the wooden posts in front of the house, creating different sculptures with each thaw and freeze cycle. It is hard to imagine spring when I look out the window but then I notice open ground where before snow covered everything in sight. The trees and grass will be waking soon.  

By Marilyn, ago