A friend gave me this verse to inspire me the other day and it certainly did: A Butterfly came floating by And I though I knew her face. She landed on my shoulder And spread her wings of lace. I looked and saw her smiling And she winked and flew away. I'm sure I heard her whisper "We'll meet again one day." ~author unknown As always this is available as a print or as a greeting card. Just message me to find out how. Thanks!
...Often a star was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you out of the distant path, or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission ― Rainer Maria Rilke
No one lives his life. Disguised since childhood, haphazardly assembled from voices and fears and little pleasures, we come of age as masks. Our true face never speaks. Somewhere there must be storehouses where all these lives are laid away like suits of armor or old carriages or clothes hanging limply on the walls. Maybe…
“Suddenly I’m as if cast out, and this solitude surrounds me as something vast and unbounded, when my feeling, standing on the hills of my breasts, cries out for wings or for an end.” ―Rainer Maria Rilke
“So rescue yourself from these general themes and write about what your everyday life offers you; describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty—describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember. —Rainer Maria Rilke from Letters To A Young Poet