West Australia ,6 april 2015
Come quickly — as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.
mid-Heian period Japanese poet
May I see my own limits with compassion, just as I view the limits of others.
« We are who we are because somebody loved us, somebody had faith in us, somebody invested in you. »
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.
Crowfoot, a leader of the Blackfoot nation
Things break…. It’s what we do with the pieces that matters. This is what is beautiful. The mosaic is the masterpiece.