Tuesday, April 3, 2012

A Quiet Post

Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us even in the leafless winter, even in the ashy city. I'm thinking now of grief, and of getting past it; I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I feel my heart pumping hard. I want to think again of dangerous, noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. ~Mary Oliver

[image by belongs to dtao, via here]

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