I don’t mind forgetting the right places I put things as much as I do having to remember the wrong places I left them.

I don’t mind forgetting the right places I put things as much as I do having to remember the wrong places I left them.
LDF

…our worries are but a thimble of moments in an ocean of eternity. take care in what you trade your moments for…

…our worries are but a thimble of moments in an ocean of eternity. take care in what you trade your moments for…
LDF

it’s often better to be silent in the grace of a humming bird in a flowerpot, than parroting the proclamations of a magpie perched on the top branch of an evergreen. (or something like that!)

it’s often better to be silent in the grace of a humming bird in a flowerpot, than parroting the proclamations of a magpie perched on the top branch of an evergreen. (or something like that!)
ldf

I am posthumously in the present moment.

I am posthumously in the present moment.
Lovely dreaming foxes

Men always want to be a woman’s first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a man’s last romance.

Men always want to be a woman’s first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a man’s last romance.
Oscar Wilde

I cannot trust a truth that has a purpose more important than itself. When we are through with the pounding pursuit of objectives, and the chisels of tactics are worn down to nothing but pitted dull stumps, we will find we have created a tall berm of talus and dust between us and the truth, but there stands the “fruits” of our labor nonetheless. A true artist can look at a block of marble and know the true form within it before the chisel is ever set and struck.

I cannot trust a truth that has a purpose more important than itself. When we are through with the pounding pursuit of objectives, and the chisels of tactics are worn down to nothing but pitted dull stumps, we will find we have created a tall berm of talus and dust between us and the truth, but there stands the “fruits” of our labor nonetheless. A true artist can look at a block of marble and know the true form within it before the chisel is ever set and struck.
Art at LDF

My gift at mid-life, (which is defined by the fulcrum that shifts continually to the right over the course of a lifetime) was received when I dropped a palette of gold that I pulled from the earth to catch a single white feather that fell toward me from the sky. The gold was intended to pave the trail from whence I came, the feather, to show me the direction I should go.

My gift at mid-life, (which is defined by the fulcrum that shifts continually to the right over the course of a lifetime) was received when I dropped a palette of gold that I pulled from the earth to catch a single white feather that fell toward me from the sky. The gold was intended to pave the trail from whence I came, the feather, to show me the direction I should go.
Art at LDF