“May you have a mind that loves frontiers
So that you can evoke the bright fields
That lie beyond the view of the regular eye…” ~ John O’Donohue
Colors evoke
Day break
One hears of light chasing darkness…the sky was still soft lavender blue. Then came from the zenith a flush of violet, sweeping the blue down to the snow of the skyline – and that was chased by mauve, and the mauve by dim rose colour, and the rose by apricot. Then the peak flamed up in brilliant rose and madder — and the day has come. ~ Lillias Trotter
How do colors bring your day into being?
Choose life
I will not die an unlived live. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I chose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible; to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance, to live so that which came to me as seed goes to the next as blossom, goes on as fruit. ~ Dawna Markova
Green edges
“The hard thing when you get old is to keep your horizons open. The first part of your life everything is in front of you, all your potential and promise. But over the years, you make decisions; you carve yourself into a given shape. Then the challenge is to keep discovering the green growing edge.” ~ Howard Thurman
Where is your green edge?
Singing of angels
“There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.” ~ Howard Thurman
Where is that place in your life?
Wind blowing
When the wind blows, we imagine she is erasing every
injustice,
sweeping misdoings from the east to the west,
making room for something new, a more whole world.
Instead, what we don’t realize is that she is rustling the
tree branches
to sing us a song.
Instead, she is sowing seeds across the landscapes,
seeds that tomorrow will become the beauty that
restores us.
Instead, she’s whispering for us to hold on,
to keep going, to water those seeds,
because one day, they will show us
the way home. ~ Kaitlin B Curtice, Native
How does your imagination hold wind and seed?
With the Eyes of the Heart 