🌷 Chicken Jar 🌷
Source: alunimoon
Once, years ago, I emerged from the woods in the early morning at the end of a walk and — it was the most casual of moments — as I stepped from under the trees into the mild, pouring-down sunlight I experienced a sudden impact, a seizure of happiness. It was not the drowning sort of happiness, rather the floating sort. I made no struggle toward it; it was given. Time seemed to vanish. Urgency vanished. Any important difference between myself and all other things vanished.
Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays & Other Writings; "The Perfect Day," published c. 2004
Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.
Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother Theo, 21 July 1882
We are bombarded by so many ideologies based on emotions; I believe what can save us is prayer to rain down God's graces.
