• 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

      James Taylor

    • 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.

      ~ Danny Kaye

    • 4th of April
      I Meant To Do My Work Today by Richard Le Gallienne

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

  • 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).

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