Quietude is a state of calmness, a place of stillness, in which the seeds of love, joy and peace may quietly grow, flourish and blossom.
~ Mary Anne Byrne ~
Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.
~ Henry David Thoreau ~
~ Art "Woodland Wildflower Dreams" by Amanda Horvath



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Come with me into the woods where spring is
advancing, as it does, no matter what,
not being singular or particular, but one
of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.
~ Mary Oliver
Image, Bluebell Woods, Co. Down, Ireland by Gary McParland
I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen.
~ Anne Lamott
~ Art by Jo Grundy
You have to believe in happiness, or happiness never comes. Ah, that’s the reason a bird can sing – On his darkest day he believes in spring. ~ Douglas Malloch
~ Art by Karen Fields
A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace. ~ David Steindl-Rast
It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
~ Mark Twain
~ Art by Janice Rogers
“Until we have met the monsters in ourselves, we keep trying to slay them in the outer world. And we find that we cannot. For all darkness in the world stems from darkness in the heart. And it is there that we must do our work.”
― Marianne Williamson
Artist unknown
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.
Albert Camus
Image "Winter Melody" by Gunilla Falk
Only in quiet waters things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world.
Hans Margolius
Image: Karen Plimmer
Oh, Spring is surely coming,
Her couriers fill the air;
Each morn are new arrivals,
Each night her ways prepare;
I scent her fragrant garments,
Her foot is on the stair.
~ John Burroughs
It won't be long until the springtime, when we may open the windows and breathe God's fresh air... Soon will the birds come back... How cheerfully Nature greets them. She puts out her leaves to hide their homes, and kisses them with the wind, the warm wind... Ah, Spring, we wait for you; for as the sap mounts the limbs of the tree so hope rises and we become bright again.
~ Charles F. Raymond
~ Art by Teresa Tanner
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