“ Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”
The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.
“Strangely, though, the smell of decay in the air is encouraging. The giant tree which, for decades seemed a permanent feature of the landscape, solid and immovable, is now rotten to the core. One stiff gale will bring it down. And the gap left presents an opportunity – for new growth, for new experiments and, possibly, a new beginning.”
“Life is very tough and fragile at the same time, it never backs down or surrenders, but will break open to reveal its beauty and ugliness. As an evening primrose that blooms in the flooding moonlight, just before being trampled upon underfoot by the four-legged frost of the night.”
― Anthony Liccione
Deer in the afternoon
I was almost shouting out of surprise. In early evening, a young, pretty deer rustled about almost 10 m next to me in my wild garden and peacefully chewed on my plants. We looked at us, me disbelieving, found the deer quite bold. Both we continued our jobs. It grazed and I continued reading. A moment of unity. In the Universal Self? Or just whishful thinking? You guessed it, I read a guide to meditation.
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The last leaves are shining in the frosty morning sun. Enjoying a quiet stroll through wood and fields. Frost pattern sparkling, the light revealing colours and fine structures of leaves and gras. Just walking and sensing how the change is taking place. And feeling a deep stillness.