Wednesday, March 31, 2010


A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.

William Wordsworth

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

like a lamb

So in this fickle spring weather, when it feels like life is trying out all of its muscles, with the cold winds, the feverish blossomings, maybe you'll find that it wakes us up to exhilaration and discomfort, makes us more aware than usual that we're alive; that grace abounds and that we can cooperate with that.

Anne Lamott, The Salon