“The reality is that we’re all in the wilderness and we have to survive on our own, and things constantly change, and if we don’t accept that, then we’re just trying to fool ourselves. But the beauty of the wilderness is that sometimes you can wake up in the morning and feel so sweet and whole.”
–Sophie B. Hawkins
“When you dance, your purpose is not to get to a certain place on the floor. It’s to enjoy each step along the way.”
“[Our task is to widen] our circle of compassion to embrace all living beings and all of nature”
“Art is a human activity having for its purpose the transmission to others of the highest and best feelings to which men have risen.”
“We remember it by feel. We experience it as a murmur in the night, a longing and restlessness that we can’t name, a yearning that tugs at us. Something in our human blood is still searching for it, still listening, still remembering. Nicaraguan poet-priest Ernesto Cardenal wrote, “We have always wanted something beyond what we wanted.” I have loved those words, how they speak to the longing place inside us that seeks to be whole and connected to the earth.”
“…It’s kissing underwater and touching in the dark. Loving even when you think it’s emotionally impossible and surviving someway and somehow.
It’s about living life with a full heart and an overflowing glass.
I live life on the edge. I dream, I care, and I belong.
I know there’s a here and now.
I know that I want it.”
— Nadège Richards, 5 Miles
“When, on a moonlit night, you see a wide village street with its peasant houses, haystacks, sleeping willows, tranquility enters the soul; in this calm, wrapped in the shade of night, free from struggle, anxiety and passion, everything is gentle, wistful, beautiful and it seems that the stars are watching over it tenderly and with love, and that this is taking place somewhere unearthly, and that all is well.”
“….We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world….”
–Jack Gilbert, A Brief For The Defense
“The old tree is very wise, it sees that much of the world’s business is great foolishness…I always find a more cheerful atmosphere, and a more sensible aspect to my folly, under the shadow of this great friend of mine.”
–Sarah Orne Jewett
“So it is that we might almost say silence is the tribute we pay to holiness; we slip off words when we enter a sacred space, just as we slip off shoes. A ‘moment of silence’ is the highest honor we can pay someone; it is the point at which the mind stops and something else takes over (words run out when feelings rush in). A ‘vow of silence’ is for holy men the highest devotional act. We hold our breath, we hold our words; we suspend our chattering selves and let ourselves ‘fall silent,’ and fall into the highest place of all.”