Postcard from Up North

They got up steam and proceeded calmly to the north where there seemed to be no people, but only mountains, lakes, reedy snow-filled steppes, and winter gods who played with storms and stars. ~Mark Helprin, A Winter’s Tale (The winter gods have been playing well Up North. The tundra is buried in snow, but beautifully. Just…

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Happy Valentine’s Day

In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. ~Buddha (Valentine’s Day, we love your hearts and candy and roses, but most of all your message. It is akin to the message of Buddha and of ice-glazed…

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Happy Thanksgiving

Gratitude . . . goes beyond the “mine” and “yours” to the truth that all of life is a pure gift. In the past I thought of gratitude as a spontaneous response to gifts received, but now I realize that gratitude can also be lived as a discipline. The discipline of gratitude is the explicit…

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Postcard from Up North

On pavements and the bark of trees, I have found whole worlds. . ~ Mark Tobey (Peak leaves, fallen, front steps. Moments like these, one wonders how we survived without such color til now, and how we’ll possibly get along when she is gone.)

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Postcard from Up North

  People don’t notice whether it’s summer or winter when they’re happy. ~Anton Chekhov (We hate to see her go, but we’ll hold her close until next time.)

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Postcard from Up North

Each day asks this of us: that we live it. That we breathe while there is air to float upon. That we move while there is earth to hold us. That we not grieve our too crooked paths, That we not shirk from the beauty of being. ~Thomas Lloyd Squalls (Harbor Springs gardens are in…

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Postcard from Up North

Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. ~ W.H. Murray (Someone dreamed of a different life. She began it: she moved north, planted lavender, and it grew. A story of genius, power, magic.)

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Postcard from Up North

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly. ~Pablo Neruda (Happy summer to you from the Bluff’s glowing wet light. May the season’s poetry be yours.)

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Postcard from Lebanon, last May Day

If we heaped together all the love that mothers have for their children, all the love of husbands and wives, all the love of all the angels and saints, it could never equal Mary’s love for even a single soul. — Saint Alphonsus Liguori (Our Lady of Lebanon, Harissa, where I was amid throngs of…

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Postcard from Spring

Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food, and medicine for the soul. ~ Botanist Luther Burbank (A California wildflower moment, to remind those of us living in places where spring still seems far off that yes, she’s on her way, bearing flowers for our souls.)

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