dark, liquid loveliness of words half dimly understood.

To bed, deep dream sleep. Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn

His trust in the basic goodness of humankind became his undoing.

Truth We need greater virtue to bear good fortune than bad.

In the cold, bare trees a cardinal sings her song stirs warmth in winter's bones

The Summer always kept her for it's own She wandered wide in winsome lands But in the Autumn true & bright as steel I know she'll come with outstretched hands! I see her come – Susan Gilbert after Emily Dickinson passed away.

Nature is busy creating absolutely unique individuals, whereas culture has invented a single mold to which all must conform. It is grotesque.  — Jiddu Krishnamurti

If all the mountains were books and if all the lakes were ink and if all the trees were pens, still they would not suffice to depict all the misery in this world.  — Jacob Bòhme

"Taught from their infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison." — Mary Wollstonecraft (A Vindication of the Rights of Woman)

"I am dreaming... ? Let me dream, if this dream is my life. Do not awaken me from it. I believe in the immortal origin of this yearning for immortality, which is the very substance of my soul." Miguel de Unamuno The Tragic Sense of Life

"Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire." Gustav Mahler, born 7th July 1860

I have loved my life. —Gerard Manley Hopkins (supposed last words after a lifetime of much profound sadness)

If you want to do something creative, you have to be willing to be a fool.

Magic is not just spells and potions, magic is also the slow steady pull of one soul towards another

at night and in the manuscript no meaning is teleological