- April the One
Coming in from Wolfgang’s Vault…Concerts on the computer.
In my mind I’m goin’ to Carolina
Can’t you see the sunshine
Can’t you just feel the moonshine
Ain’t it just like a friend of mine
To hit me from behind
Yes I’m goin’ to Carolina in my mind
- April Second
A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
– Antoine de Saint-Exup’ery
- April 3
Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint you can on it.
- 4th of April
I Meant To Do My Work Today by Richard Le Gallienne
- The Fifth Day, Fourth Month
The most common form of terrorism in the U.S.A. is that carried on by bulldozers and chainsaws. It is not enough to understand the natural world; the point is to defend and preserve it. Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.
Edward Abbey ~ From YES! Magazine
- April 6th
Beyond the Fields We Know: Thursday Poem -In Muir Woods
Masters of stillness,
masters of light,
who, when cut by something
falling, go nowhere and heal,
teach me this nowhere,
who, when falling themselves,
simply wait to root
in another direction,
teach me this falling.
Four hundred year old trees,
who draw aliveness from the earth
like smoke from the heart of God,
we come, not knowing
you will hush our little want
to be big;
we come, not knowing
that all the work is so much
busyness of mind; all
the worry, so much
busyness of heart.
As the sun warms anything near,
being warms everything still
and the great still things
that outlast us
make us crack
like leaves of laurel
releasing a fragrance
that has always been.
Mark Nepo, In Muir Woods
- April, 7
in seasonal rain
along a nameless river
fear too has no name
Buson (via The Haiga Pages).
I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand –
So what could I do but laugh and go?
From Judith Polakoff Photographs