If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.--Buddha (Siddhartha Gautama) (563-483 BC) spiritual teacher
The challenge of history is to recover the past and introduce it to the present.
The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.
Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.
If people concentrated on the really important things in life, there'd be a shortage of fishing poles.
You're invited to come out to Milligan College this Sunday to see photography major Michael Kaal's Senior Art Exhibit entitled "Arizona Summer". Michael's show features stunning landscapes of his home s
tate of Arizona. For those who've followed this blog for a while, you've already been introduced to Michael here, here and here. If you're in the area on Sunday, stop by and check out Mike's work! (To the right are some photos I've taken of him over the last few years. Click to enlarge).
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
When I go out into the countryside and see the sun and the green and everything flowering, I say to myself 'Yes indeed, all that belongs to me!'
Beauty is a form of genius - is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is of the great facts in the world like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark water of that silver shell we call the moon.
Know what you want to do, hold the thought firmly, and do every day what should be done, and every sunset will see you that much nearer the goal.
Nature is man's teacher. She unfolds her treasures to his search, unseals his eye, illumes his mind, and purifies his heart; an influence breathes from all the sights and sounds of her existence.
You could cover the whole earth with asphalt, but sooner or later green grass would break through.
Time crumbles things; everything grows old under the power of Time and is forgotten through the lapse of Time.
Oft have I walked these woodland paths,
Let your heart be broken by the unspeakable bad of this Friday we call good. Stay a while in the eclipse of the light, stay a while with the conquered One. This is the axis mundi, the center upon which the cosmos turns. In this killing that some call senseless we are brought to our senses. Here we find out who we most truly are, because here is the One who is what we are called to be. Stay a while. Do not hurry by the cross on the way to Easter joy, for we know the risen Lord only through Christ and him crucified.