We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; they travel far.
Swami Vivekananda
Category: prints
Melancholy fall
“My melancholy is the most faithful mistress I have known; what wonder, then, that I love her in return.”
― Either/Or: A Fragment of Life
blue moss
The liveness in me just loves to feel the liveness in growing things, in grass and rain and leaves and flowers and sun and feathers and furs and earth and sand and moss.
goes and get goes
To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong.”
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floral finds
I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself, I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself now and then in finding a smoother pebble or prettier shell than ordinary, while the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me. Isaac Newton
minds in motion.
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process. Vincent Van Gogh
mechanical lily pads
My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads, round and green, these places summoned and then held me up while I grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which I would land, and in this way I moved across the swamp of doubt and fear.
