“What if our life is simply a time when we are blessed with both sadness and joy, health and disease, courage and fear — and all the while we work, pray, and love, knowing that the promised land we seek is already present in the very gift of life itself, the inestimable privilege of a human birth? What if this single human life is itself the jewel in the lotus, the treasure hidden in the field, the pearl of great price? What if all the way to heaven is heaven?”—from Sabbath via Rachel W. Cole
“There’s something sacred about reading a blog post on someone else’s site. It’s like visiting a friend’s house for a quick meal ’round the breakfast table. It’s personal — you’re in their space, and the environment is uniquely suited for idea exchange and uninterrupted conversation. In many ways, we should be treating our blogs like our breakfast tables. Be welcoming & gracious when you host, and kind & respectful when visiting.”—Trent Walton (via swissmiss via Shiflett)
“The reason I do what I do is because I believe that color and art make a difference in this world and can have a powerful effect on your level of happiness. I want to create things that make you feel good. Supported. Full of possibilities.”—jessica swift
major petrichor in the air. perfect. sunday. night.
Mmm, love this smell (and this perfect word!).
petrichor (PET-ri-kuhr) noun
The pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a dry spell.
[From petro- (rock), from Greek petros (stone) + ichor (the fluid that is supposed to flow in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology). Coined by researchers I.J. Bear and R.G. Thomas.]
"Petrichor, the name for the smell of rain on dry ground, is from oils given off by vegetation, absorbed onto neighboring surfaces, and released into the air after a first rain." Matthew Bettelheim; Nature’s Laboratory; Shasta Parent (Mt Shasta, California); Jan 2002.
“One of the biggest problems of modern life is that time has become the enemy.” Make love to time. Listen to its music. Spend time with it, lovingingly. Hold it with a soft, open hand and allow it to show you its secrets.”—Tara Sophia Mohr