Good weather and the light have summoned me outdoors in my tiny courtyard.
It is small and sweet with two birch trees welcoming Spring with bursting buds … and quarreling sparrows.
We all keep a tiny shred of spring and hope in our hearts.
I have written these for the
blog of a client. Nevertheless, they are the truest sentences that I know…
Art – Spring Explosive by
Salvador Dali, 1965
I’ve always felt that one of the most devastating states of mind is the absence of hope. And that is a condition that envelops a goodly number of people everywhere. And when you make drama of that condition, it’s almost as if words are not
– SIDNEY POITIER, 1992
Hope is a wounded seagull
perched on a blue cliff
in mid storm.
It is the beautiful girl giving you a smile
and words that smell like midnight lilies.
Hope is the nadir
of this imperfect world.
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